"You..."
The emotions Murong Qingqing had finally managed to suppress seed suddenly ready to explode, feeling as if she were lting from the fierce and domineering surge of emotions and her own emotional turmoil. It felt as though she was exposed under the other’s unreserved gaze, completely flushed, letting the domineering eyes wander freely, like a majestic knight inspecting the territory he conquered, admiring every beautiful scenery within.
The passion of emotions, like dry wood and Earth Fire, grew wildly, passionately unleashed.
This mont of indulgence in thought.
It seed long, yet also seed short.
Within this finite and infinite thought ti, it was as if they both learned a bit of each other’s deeply hidden secrets and intentions.
Jiang Dali realized that Murong Qingqing had already investigated and discovered that he was the forr Green-clothed Guest. He felt no anger due to her secret investigation, rather a slight, long-hidden sense of apology.
Murong Qingqing realized that the person in front of her, a figure she had thought of for longer than people like Wang Yuyan, seed to have unspeakable difficulties and secrets, enticing her curiosity yet respecting her choice to set them aside. She did not want to break this last thin layer at this mont, nor share this final secret between them.
Their spirits returned to calm, like the rising, bursting sunrise transforming at the western horizon into beautiful twilight hues. That srizing red slowly faded between the sky and mountains, yet beca an eternally unforgettable moving mont in the depths of mory.
Just now it surpassed any bodily contact in emotional intensity.
It’s as if when Gold Wind and Jade Dew et, it surpasses countless encounters in the world.
How precious are life and emotions in such monts?
But when intensity becos a part of daily life, there won’t be such moving and thrilling monts.
Just like spring passes to autumn cos, sunrise to sunset...
Shooting stars are beautiful because they are brief, fireworks are brilliant because of a mont...
Isn’t life also like this? The rarer and shorter, the more people cherish it.
Eternity is having no lasting thrill forever; it’s accumulation of moving monts that are considered eternal.
"Sister Qingqing, Village Chief! I feel much better."
Wang Yuyan’s voice ca like a lively oriole, pulling the thoughts of the two back to reality abruptly.
Jiang Dali ca back to his senses, looking at Wang Yuyan’s bright eyes turning back to him, his gaze also catching Dongfang Bubai’s side, cold and bright, seemingly aware eyes.
He gathered his thoughts, looked at Wang Yuyan and said, "Although you’re better now, your legs still have so inconvenience. I’ll send you out first; it’s much safer to stay on Demon Hawk’s back."
The True Qi in Wang Yuyan’s body had been invaded by Sun Ren Tian Yin’s Senluo Qi, yet he expelled it, even helping refine part of it with Beiming Divine Skill.
However, Senluo Qi still caused so damage to her leg ridians and acupoints, making Wang Yuyan’s legs unable to move normally now. Later, to join Dongfang Bubai in entering the Holy Tomb to seize Orochi Poison Blood, it was best to send Wang Yuyan out to settle down.
"Okay! I’ll listen to you, Village Chief."
Wang Yuyan’s obedient and understanding smile was like a flower, having subconsciously interpreted Jiang Dali’s words as the Village Chief’s caring and concern, nodding shyly with sweetness in her heart.
"Let’s go!"
Jiang Dali was not one to procrastinate, imdiately stretching to lift Wang Yuyan’s soft body, feeling her weight as lighter even than one-sixth of the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber on his back. He quickly embraced that slender waist, lifting her and charging out of the tomb.
Wang Yuyan only heard Jiang Dali say "Let’s go," before she could respond, she was held and lifted by him. Looking at Jiang Dali’s firm and icy face, without a hint of hesitation, this was his usual style, which made her heart flutter most. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his broad and strong neck, feeling an unprecedented sense of security.
Then ca the sound of wind, like being on Demon Hawk’s back, with wind rushing through her ears.
Jiang Dali, taking her, quickly moved up and down, rushed out of the tomb.
Yells and scent of blood, accompanied by sunlight, quickly ca from outside the tomb.
At the mont Jiang Dali rushed out, sounds of swords and blades filled the air, the currents rolled towards the entrance, covering her head, making Wang Yuyan feel the chill of swords and weapons on her skin.
However, Jiang Dali laughed, his large hand forming a fist and swinging fiercely. Violent Fist Power crisscrossed, breaking through the forest of blades and sword net, he instantly burst out of the tomb, forcefully tearing a path through the chaotic battlefield, like a War God, unmatched and mighty.
"If you didn’t bring anything for protection, if you don’t want to die, then get out of my sight!"
Boom! ——
Innate Gang Qi violently erupted from Jiang Dali, spreading like waves of air as the cloak fluttered, imdiately pushing away nearby players, sending them flying backward, and instantly causing a scene of chaos and screaming.
The eyes that had reddened with killing were shocked back to clarity when seeing the imposing figure in the field, gasping in astonishnt.
"Black Wind Village Chief!"
"Grandmaster!?"
"And Grandmaster’s companion!"
"Holy moly! Who just tried to knife the Black Wind Village Chief? Almost got everyone involved."
A group of players in the chaotic battlefield imdiately stopped, scattered in alert.
Then stared in amazent at Jiang Dali’s figure, strong as if never to fall, watching him leap up, placing Wang Yuyan on Demon Hawk’s back, then land again. So players who were not Eight Desolate Disciples started to feel uneasy.
Jiang Dali looked around at the various camps and factions, where players were guarding against each other with knives and swords. Among them were so with familiar black hoods, obviously their own n, clearly understanding what these players were doing here.
It was the relics left by the nurous Ying Country’s samurai he had slaughtered earlier that had beco the target of these players.
Regarding these small things, he was also too lazy to pay attention, imdiately leaving a sentence, "You continue"! Then turned to re-enter the Holy Tomb.
Many Eight Desolate Disciples who were preparing to approach Jiang Dali and respectfully address him as Grandmaster, stopped, stunned, watching Jiang Dali’s figure disappear into the Holy Tomb tunnel, collectively shivered.
So players who had thought to wear the hoods they gained from killing Eight Desolate Disciples and pretend to be Eight Desolate Disciples all breathed a sigh of relief.
Luckily!
Clearly, Eight Desolate Disciples are worth nothing; Black Wind Village Chief obviously didn’t want to get involved in their fights, nothing to worry about.
In an instant, all players resud finding their previous opponents, the atmosphere quickly congealed, and their eyes reddened once more...
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(Rested one night, feeling better from the cold, more updates tonight! Thank you everyone for voting)
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