Chapter 136 Confessing My Love for You
It felt as if my heart was being lightly scratched, a dense, itchy sensation seeping into the very bones, leaving me frozen in place.
The panic of surviving the ordeal completely subsided, replaced by a dark, restless fire that scorched his blood and bones, almost crushing his heart.
Cold-blooded lips twitched, the words that were about to escape his lips only rolled around in his mind before a dull pain shot through his ribs.
This pain ferments and sprouts a violent, ravenous urge to devour—swallow it all, the trembling knuckles, the shrunken heart, swallow it all, let it fall into the abdominal cavity, and forcefully regain control of it.
Primal desire stirred his blood to boil, yet the delicate white hands that intertwined at their point of contact rendered him utterly powerless, as if wrapped tightly in sweet, thick nectar, leaving him unable to break free, like a trapped beast.
He gasped for breath twice, then clenched his fist against the stone wall and suddenly slammed it down.
The stone wall trembled, and a familiar pain pierced straight to the bone marrow.
"Leng Lingqi!"
Her intertwined fingers suddenly clenched, and Qi Tang's eyes instantly reddened.
The angry, acrid questioning voice echoed erratically in his ears, but Leng Xue seemed not to hear it. He lowered his head, as if seeking a foothold, his eyes fixed on the exposed white bone on the back of his hand.
It's no use, absolutely no use. He let out a low breath.
Qi Tang's heart clenched, and she crumpled up in frustration. No longer caring about his distraught appearance, she gathered a small ball of spiritual energy in her palm and took a step forward to lift his bleeding left hand.
Unexpectedly, the man who had been stiff as a puppet suddenly stepped forward.
The mask's hard edges dug into her soft flesh, and Qi Tang staggered back two steps, pressing her forehead and crying out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.
Just as he was about to push forward despite the pain, his body suddenly stopped, and a vague thought flashed through his mind.
My heart skipped a beat, and before I could think it through, a sharper sense of crisis rushed over me.
A sharp whooshing sound cut through the air, hurtling straight towards them!
It was a trap set by a hidden force.
Qi Tang's pupils contracted sharply. Just as the neem-colored light solidified, her body was suddenly lifted into the air, and the feeling of weightlessness rushed backward.
Three iron arrows pierced through the billowing gauze and embedded themselves in the ground, their fletching humming.
No sooner had they landed than a thunderous roar erupted, and the stone walls on either side suddenly split open from the middle, moving and rotating like a stone gate.
A strong wind whipped my temples, and a huge rock suddenly loomed from the left!
The hand holding his collar suddenly tightened, and with a light tap of his toes, Leng Xue retreated two zhang in a flash.
A strong gust of wind came from behind, instantly blocking their retreat. Leng Xue's eyes turned cold, and he exerted force with his feet, narrowly leading his people through the gap between the intersecting stone gates.
He shaved his head and passed by.
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As the sand and gravel fell, the view suddenly opened up, and a musty, rotten smell filled the air. Qi Tang's heart pounded, and she subconsciously held her breath.
Hidden inside was a massive underground stone palace!
A loud "boom" came from behind, and the path they had come from was blocked by the stone wall!
Suddenly, the ground shook violently beneath my feet, as if the entire underground palace had come to life. Countless displaced stone walls and passageways opened, closed, and rotated, like gaping maws ready to pounce. This transformation drew ever closer…
"It's a maze!"
The stone wall changed so quickly that it took only a moment to move. To survive, one's toes couldn't even touch the ground!
If one takes the wrong step and enters a dead end, there is absolutely no chance of survival.
Leng Xue pursed his lips, his gaze turning deep in an instant. Just as the stone wall behind him suddenly closed in, he grabbed Qi Tang's arm, bent down, and with a bulge in his arm muscles, hoisted her onto his back.
His spine protruded outwards, and his large, iron-like hands gripped his ankles tightly around his waist, locking them like shackles. Then, his body shot out like a leopard.
A strong wind blew in her face, and the force of the backward tilt almost knocked her over. Qi Tang's heart trembled, and she could only hug the neck that was so close to hers tightly.
This is the first time a sword that slays enemies has ever been 'protected by flesh and blood'.
Her eyelashes were blown down by the wind and stung her eyes. Qi Tang used her spiritual power to deflect the hidden arrows behind her, then lowered her head and nestled her cheek into his neck.
The temperature was extremely high.
The skin and flesh at the point of contact hardened like steel in an instant. This time, no one paid any attention to examine it closely, because the rain of arrows and hidden weapons came down like a storm.
To avoid the stone walls that could crush a person into a pulp, the landing point must be riddled with traps and deadly moves; the person behind the stone palace clearly had no intention of leaving any way out for the intruder.
If it weren't for Leng Xue's exceptional lightness skill and Qi Tang's spiritual protection, they would probably have perished here long ago. Even so, after several rounds, their clothes were already soaked with sweat.
Just as he was leaping and dodging, Leng Xue suddenly froze for a moment.
Feeling him stop, Qi Tang's heart tightened, and she anxiously leaned forward: "Are you injured?"
The scorching breath swept across his cheek, and Leng Xue awkwardly turned his head away, closed his eyes, tightened his grip on the restraint, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."
Just as Qi Tang was about to ask further, she saw him suddenly open his eyes, his gaze sweeping towards the base of the wall like lightning.
The next instant, without hesitation, he used his lightness skill to follow close to the ground.
The sound of arrows piercing the air and the whistling wind filled their ears. Qi Tang was forced to hold onto his shoulders tightly, and in the blink of an eye, they had covered three feet. Finally, a faint rustling sound reached their ears.
Upon closer inspection, a gray shadow was seen swiftly darting through the converging stone walls.
She exclaimed in surprise, "A rat?"
This place is deep underground, so it's perfectly normal for rats to live here in groups. However, this gray rat's skill in dodging the stone wall's traps suggests it has gained intelligence. It's likely involved with that demon.
There was no time to think further; this was the only glimmer of hope found in this desperate situation.
That beast might know a way out.
Cold-blooded followed behind the darting gray rat. When the rat squeaked, it darted into a dark crevice in the wall.
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the area, and immediately spotted the flaw. With a flick of his palm, the stone wall caved in, revealing a hidden underground passage.
Through the narrow opening, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, one could see that it was pitch black below, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face, and only a strong, almost nauseating stench rose up.
Leng Xue remained unfazed, bent down to put Qi Tang down, and then went down to investigate.
Qi Tang's hand, which had been about to grasp the hem of his clothes, clenched and clenched again, but in the end, she withdrew it. If Leng Xue could change his mind with just a few words, he wouldn't be Leng Xue.
She had no choice but to concentrate her spiritual energy and guard the cave entrance, watching his figure like a cat, always on high alert.
Those bright, starry eyes were so moist and alluring that they drew his cold-blooded heart into a pool of soft water, as if he were about to drown.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and under that burning gaze, his facial skin tensed unnaturally as he deftly flipped over and leaped into the dark passage.
Amidst the deafening roar, a harsh, hoarse voice was interspersed.
"No injuries."
As soon as the last note faded, he fell like a spark.
Qi Tang was stunned for a moment, her tense emotions suddenly eased by this unexpected and incomprehensible remark.
Only when a soft thud came from the bottom of the secret passage did they realize, a beat too late, that this was a belated answer.
A faint blush rose on her pale cheeks. Before Qi Tang could even process what was happening, she jumped down without a second thought.
Its raven-black eyelashes trembled incessantly in the wind.
In conclusion.
Regardless of danger, what arrives before anything else will always be—
A scalding heat enveloped her from all sides as she fell into an embrace overflowing with the scent of blood. A certain elation, a hidden anticipation, was fully embraced at that moment.
All of them came true.
Her eyes suddenly turned red from the heat, and her heart pounded so hard that she felt a panicked sense of 'what should I do?' and instinctively buried her face in his chest, refusing to come out.
Leng Xue's arms around his waist were tightly wrapped, but his fingers were so stiff that he dared not move, trying his best to control the excessively pounding heartbeat.
There lurks a monstrous love, neither wolf nor human, a twisted form of psychic nature. It exposes him, makes him visible, and leaves him nowhere to hide.
Sweat instantly beaded on his forehead, his whole body tense to the point of breaking. He wanted to pull her away and push her away, yet he couldn't help but feel a secret, despicable joy arising from their tight embrace.
The place where he touched the soft body felt like it was being electrocuted by a fine electric current; his limbs, his will, everything was torn to pieces.
Only a fine layer of sweat remained, silently soaking his clothes.
His blood was rushing to his head, his cheeks were burning hot, and he turned his head to the side as if he couldn't stand it.
Her shoulders had barely tilted to the side when she was embraced by soft arms that clung to her back.
A warm breath suddenly brushed against her ear, making Qi Tang's cheeks burn. Her voice was barely audible: "...I like you."
As her trembling voice faded, she suddenly lowered her head and jumped to the ground, leaping three feet away from him. Her skirt seemed to be on fire as she walked faster and faster.
Leng Xue was left frozen in place, his face and neck flushed red, his ears ringing. With his looks, he was naturally not short of girls' affections, and he had heard countless girls make direct and bold advances.
He was always very afraid.
This time, he was surprised to find that the pronunciation, intonation, and rhythm of these three characters were so exquisite.
The sweet floral and fruity scents as the lips open and close, the curling of the tongue as the words are spoken, the tingling sensation of hair swirling around the back of the ears—all these chaotically overload all the senses.
It felt as if a gust of wind suddenly swept through, bends and brushes past my heart, and I was suddenly struck by the chirping of a thousand birds.
The grand cicada song hidden in the corner was also awakened, and the duet was almost like crying blood.
His heart pounded so hard it ached, and only when the shadow in his trembling pupils almost disappeared from his sight did he finally realize: he should pick up his leg and follow; it was still unknown whether this place was safe.
However, he was stiff all over and had no idea which leg to take first. He could only pretend to be calm and raise his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword at his waist. His hand trembled in mid-air and he clenched it twice before finally getting a firm grip.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he strode to catch up, his ears already as red as a rooster's comb.
Leng Xue was not usually someone who had the leisure to appreciate flowers and scenery or indulge in refined pursuits. However, at this moment, in the pitch-black underground, even the moss winding its way up the stone wall appeared so vibrant in his emerald eyes that could see everything as clearly as day.
His steps were unsteady, and he had already exhausted his strength just by following behind that neem-colored shadow.
Until the figure suddenly trembled and cried out in surprise.
Leng Xue's expression changed drastically, and he lunged forward like an arrow released from a bow.
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