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Chapitre 88

Pang Wan laughed and poked his tense face: "Hey, who's so blind? Could it be you?"

He Qinglu took a deep breath and pushed away her restless hands.

Yes, I like you.

He looked at her quietly, his amber eyes showing no evasion, no hesitation, not even a hint of shyness.

Only an unwavering and resolute determination that stretches to the horizon.

Pang Wan was stunned; she was terrified.

Young Master He's confession was completely unexpected for her.

She mechanically turned her neck, trying to think of something to say to ease the awkward atmosphere, but He Qinglu's head had already drooped.

The cool lips touched her soft, careful touch, even with a rare reverence.

This was a kiss unlike any I had ever given before.

"Is it okay?" In her dizziness, Pang Wan vaguely heard the question.

Can? What can? Before she could even react, He Qinglu had already grown impatient. He quietly pried open her teeth, and his tongue gently lingered, entwining and sucking with hers.

She cannot die.

She cannot die without my permission.

The young man murmured to himself as he stroked the girl's soft, delicate nape.

It felt as if a fire was burning inside him, scorching, crackling and mottled, steaming hot, making his eyes turn red.

He wouldn't tell her that on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, he disguised himself and stood in the ranks of the Demonic Cult.

He wouldn't tell her how terrified he was when he saw her, dressed in red, appear on the mountaintop, swaggering around with impossible internal energy against that group of people.

That's why he ordered Ah Zhuo to stay and take care of her.

Until Ah Zhuo brought back news that was like a bolt from the blue.

"What are you thinking about?" He stroked the girl's long, black hair, watching it slip through his fingers like water.

"I, you, this..." The girl was forcibly held in his arms, her face flushed, and she became somewhat incoherent, her mind completely blank.

“I know you’re very clever. You used the Mourning Clothes Butterfly to poison the people at Gu Xi Ju, and your leader is about to emerge from seclusion, so you don’t need to worry about the Moon Worship Cult anymore.”

He Qinglu kissed her forehead.

"I need to leave here temporarily and go on a long trip. Ah Zhuo will come and bring you medicine."

"Be a good girl and listen to her, take your medicine on time, and get plenty of rest."

"Don't worry, I'm here for you. What do you want? I'll bring it back to you."

The warm embrace made Pang Wan feel drowsy. She listened in a daze, thinking to herself that this person was really strange. He suddenly came to confess his feelings, and then suddenly said he wanted to leave. Most importantly, he said he liked her, but he didn't care at all whether she liked him back.

"I want to fly, I want to fly..." she muttered, reminiscing about the days when she could roam the world freely with her light-footed skills.

Her body felt stiff, but she could no longer feel anything. The effects of the Soul-Returning Pill had kicked in, and she was plunged into endless darkness.

Perhaps when she wakes up tomorrow, she will find that it was all fake, a figment of her imagination.

She had never seen He Qinglu like that before, and the man with such deep and enduring affection was destined to only appear in the enchantress's lonely dreams every night.

I'm back! Updating on time.

Little Hehe is provoked; the fierce battle has just begun...

Fool and Big Fool

Seven days passed, and finally the day arrived for the leader and the Southern Barbarians to leave the pass.

Just a few more hours and the two most legendary and glorious figures in the history of the Moon Worship Cult will appear on stage at the same time, and the entire cult is very excited and looking forward to it.

Amidst this joyful and peaceful atmosphere, Pang Wan secretly slipped away.

She squatted on a large rock on the cliff edge of the mountain, breathing in the fresh air.

In the past few days, the pain in her heart meridian has become more and more severe. Ah Zhuo left her a lot of medicine, which left her with almost no empty stomach to eat. However, even after taking these medicines, her condition did not improve.

Perhaps things will gradually get better once all the internal energy is dissipated.

She gazed at the white clouds below the mountain, lost in thought.

When Gu Xi arrived at the edge of the cliff, this was the scene she saw.

The girl in red squatted on the dark rock, her eyebrows as dark as ink, her large, bright eyes unfocused, and her dark hair flying in the wind. Looking at her from afar, one would suddenly have the illusion that she was not of this world.

"What refined taste you have, Holy Maiden." He looked at her and smiled slowly.

He deliberately spoke softly, but he was absolutely certain that the girl would turn around immediately, because she would never forget his voice in her entire life.

As expected, the girl quickly turned her head, her eyes first filled with fear, then with boundless rage.

It's like a puppet whose strings were cut off, but which is given life again because of hatred.

What a beautiful gaze, so beautiful.

Gu Xi looked at her, almost bursting out laughing.