Chapter 149 Trapping Willfulness Tonight
The moment Luo Huayi's bloodied hand touched the broken, chipped spear, everything went dark.
The broken gun disintegrated into a small piece of data characters that shimmered with a faint glow, then slid down his fingertips and into his skin, quickly merging into his body.
Luo Huayi's thoughts slowed down for a moment, and after realizing what was happening, she immediately looked at her hands.
Nothing changed, and I didn't get any information related to that data.
The auditory hallucinations disappeared from his ears.
It seemed like it was just wishful thinking on my part.
Luo Huayi wandered through the thorns for a long time, but found nothing else related to the broken gun.
There were only flowers, only grass, only dark, withered thorns.
He returned empty-handed and had no choice but to limp back to find her.
The woman lay motionless on the ornately arranged floor tiles.
Exhausted, Luo Huayi knelt beside her, carefully brushing away the strands of hair stuck to her cheeks with blood. He put one hand under her neck and the other under her knees, trying to lift her up again.
"We need to hurry..."
Luo Huayi was explaining to someone, "We need to hurry..."
Tears fell "plop" onto the woman's face, mingling with blood and sliding down.
The little bird, its eyes wide open in death, lay among the thorns not far away.
He can't get out.
Unfortunately, at this moment, they were trapped in the back garden by the plot.
Unfortunately, at this moment, he could only spin around in place.
The path leading from the back garden to the front yard, like a Möbius strip, seemed endless; no matter how long you walked, you would see that fallen bird again.
"You really know how to cry..."
The auditory hallucinations are back.
Luo Huayi pressed his forehead against hers, which had long since lost its temperature. Just as he was about to respond, he was stunned by the cool touch of her skin on his cheek.
It wasn't a hallucination.
When Luo Huayi met the emotionless eyes that were now focused on him again in his arms, he froze completely.
"You..." Luo Huayi was somewhat at a loss, but he still held her tightly, "Xin..."
"Shhh."
Xin Que covered his lips as he was about to call her name, her voice hoarse, "Those people are tracking my whereabouts."
"Right now, I'm a missing dead man in their eyes... Just to be safe, don't call my name."
Luo Huayi immediately swallowed those two words back.
"What should we do about your injuries..." Luo Huayi asked her softly.
The woman's body was covered in horrifying bloody holes, as if she had been stabbed by something, her entire body almost riddled with holes.
"Didn't you get the backup of the permissions I provided?"
Xin Que smiled, despite the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth, and said, "Lower your head."
Luo Huayi's mind seemed frozen, tears welling in his eyes. He was still pondering the meaning behind the woman's words when his body reacted faster than his brain.
The thorny ground that trapped them, at this moment, starting from the center of the dim sky, collapsed piece by piece, from top to bottom, from the sky to every inch of the ground beneath them, like a shattered windowpane.
Luo Huayi's vision flickered between light and darkness; she could see nothing but the soft touch on her lips.
This experience was strange, and not even pleasant.
Both of them were covered in wounds, and their bodies could not even be put together to form a healthy shell.
The smell of blood was unbearable, and their wounds ached terribly. Moreover, their current environment—thorns, the annoying back garden of the Luo family's old house—was far from a romantic scene.
Luo Huayi slowly closed her eyes, feeling a burning pain in the wound on her cheek.
But he just likes it.
He liked her forceful kisses.
I love it to death.
He held her as they plummeted into the boundless darkness, too lazy to spare a single glance for the darkness itself, focusing solely on her.
After realizing that the woman in his arms had fully recovered from her injuries, Luo Huayi finally stopped restraining himself.
Xin Que slowly raised her arm, which had fully recovered, and pulled Luo Huayi closer, turning her around.
Luo Huayi hugged her back tightly and shamelessly pressed his lips to hers.
Xin Que was taken aback.
“Just this once…” Luo Huayi said softly.
Just this once.
When he landed on the soft, damp grass with Luo Huayi in his arms, he still refused to let go of Xin Que's neck.
"Get up." Xin Que's voice wasn't loud, but it was deafeningly loud in the man's burning ears through his skin.
Luo Huayi stirred slightly. "Strange, how come my injuries are slowly healing..."
He only thought about it for a moment before ignoring it and asked Xin Que again, "What have you been through?"
"It was the data you obtained that was used to treat our wounds." Xin Que sounded in a good mood, and unusually softened her voice as she explained something to him.
"What I've experienced..."
Luo Huayi was overwhelmed by this gentleness and patience, and the arm that was on the back of her neck gradually slid down and finally wrapped around her waist.
"...After the illusion ended, he thought that the virus I implanted in him was just a delaying tactic...What I really wanted was for him to completely lose control."
"A killing machine that has lost its mind is no different from a mortal driven by murderous intent; he didn't even realize that his own space had long since begun to become chaotic and out of control..."
"Then, they turned on each other."
As Luo Huayi thought of the old house with its chaotic timeline, the scent of fresh grass around her nose soothed and gradually relaxed her tense nerves. "Then the broken gun with the handle that I saw, was it his weapon?"
Xin Que's voice drifted into his ears on the evening breeze, "It's a virus backup that copies his ability data. Sending you to get that is also part of our next plan."
Just as she was about to continue explaining, Xin Que noticed that the man leaning against her had stopped talking.
Looking down, Luo Huayi's eyelashes were already closed, her breathing was steady, and she had fallen asleep.
Xin Que looked up at the stars overhead.
Because of this horrific "death," the plot that had bound her mind, and the annoying surveillance, all vanished completely.
She squinted her eyes, savoring this brief moment of freedom.
A moment later, she opened her eyes.
The prison can't let her remain missing; they'll probably send people to apprehend her soon...
She had to be fully prepared before they locked themselves in.
Xin Que looked at the man sleeping soundly with his head resting on her shoulder.
If Luo Huayi could completely control Luo Jingchen's power to create spaces and illusions, and more naturally forge surveillance footage to deceive the authorities, she could buy him more time.
The prison would never have dreamed that the one capable of concealing Xin Que's whereabouts would be the anthropomorphic program at the very bottom of their prison.
Next, I need to make the most of this period of absolute freedom...
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