390: Chapter 377: Through the Eyes of a Lover 390: Chapter 377: Through the Eyes of a Lover Baili An placed his palm close to the ice coffin, and the black breath entwined around the coffin suddenly wrapped around and bit into him, slicing several wounds onto his palm.
Fresh blood seeped into the ice coffin, which finally pulled that hovering breath back from the brink of peril.
Although the breath was still weak, the previously desiccated and near-numb state had begun to change and recover.
Different bodies, sa origin.
The blood between mbers of the corpse demon Royal Family was the sweetest nourishnt in the world for each other.
Su Jing seed to sense the fluctuations of the unusual breath inside the black coffin as well.
A glint of light briefly condensed in her eyes.
After silently observing the ice coffin for a mont, as if she had discerned sothing, her dark pupils slightly narrowed, and the tips of her fingers hidden in her sleeves tightened.
Baili An’s back suddenly stiffened, aware of Su Jing’s scrutinizing gaze.
His Adam’s apple nervously bobbed, and he suddenly felt a chill run through him.
He regretted his careless actions.
How could he, as cautious as he was, have let his guard down so carelessly, failing to be on the alert knowing that Sister Si Li was in the coffin?
He had ignored the presence of the unyielding and unsympathetic Young Master of the Taixuan Sect, Su Jing, who wouldn’t tolerate a speck of dust in her eyes, and had started to feed blood directly.
When Si Li was weak, her Blood Energy and inner breath were not apparent.
Now, after swallowing a few mouthfuls of his blood, the unique breath of the corpse demon could no longer be concealed, not to ntion that she was from the corpse demon Royal Family of an ancient era.
How could Su Jing tolerate her?
Wasn’t he putting Si Li in a precarious situation?
Baili An did not harbor any hope that the faint Blood Energy of Sister Si Li would go undetected by Su Jing.
Without turning, he could feel her cold gaze on his palm.
A chill that he hadn’t felt in a long ti crept up his spine.
Su Jing quietly watched the fresh blood under his palm enter the coffin, forming a thin layer of blood-colored patterns, pulsating like veins.
After furrowing her brows for a while,
Unexpectedly, she did not act violently but turned her head away instead.
From start to finish, she remained silent as if she hadn’t noticed anything unusual in the coffin.
Baili An felt slightly uneasy, but said nothing.
After letting so blood flow until the breath within the coffin gradually stabilized and could autonomously hide its presence and vitality, he discreetly withdrew his hand.
He placed the ice coffin inside the Magic Artifact of “Biluo Shengyu” and calmly glanced at her.
Su Jing no longer looked at him, her gaze directed toward the Abyss of the Second Realm, her expression unreadable.
A jingling of bells in the distance approached.
It was a group of Loose Cultivators from the Wandao Immortal Alliance, led by an elder with the surna Ning, gracefully making their way.
“The great na of Taixuan is widely acclaid.
Today, I have the fortune to witness Miss Jing’s true face amid the perilous Ghost Mountain, and indeed, she is as ethereal as an Immortal,” Ning Feiyan, though an elder of the Wandao Immortal Alliance, appeared young and endearing.
Her loving eyes were truly focused on Su Jing.
Even when her gaze shifted, it always held an intriguing and alluring charm.
Despite being directed at a woman, those eyes could exude a gentle and affectionate warmth.
It was a pity, though, that Su Jing was ice-cold and unapproachable—soone who naturally bore an unthawable frost in her soul—therefore, unflinchingly unmoved by Ning Feiyan’s attempt at conversation, her dark eyes reflecting the pitch-black Abyss.
Having already heard about Su Jing’s aloof reputation, Ning Feiyan did not take offense.
She lifted her countenance, and her gentle gaze suddenly shifted toward Baili An, wearing a tender and enchanting smile.
Naturally, she reached into her sleeve and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his sleeve.
It seed she was ready to condescend to personally tend to his wounds.
“This handso young gentleman, why are you so careless with yourself, letting your hand get injured like this?
You don’t even know to bandage it up.
Ghost Mountain is not like the Mortal World; here, even the wind is chilling to the bone.
If wounds are exposed to the yin-wind, they require bone-scraping treatnt.”
Her voice was soft and sweetly enchanting, sinking deep into one’s heart without feeling overbearing or frivolous.
She seed to be Su Jing’s polar opposite.
Although her actions and words were sowhat bold, they emitted just the right amount of warm approachability.
Her hazel eyes seed naturally smiling, making it easy for people to feel fond of her.
Yet Baili An had a sharp intuition that beneath her soft and tender exterior was a truly ruthless heart, as evident from her treatnt of the female assassin.
Baili An stepped back slightly, avoiding her outstretched hand, and said, “Thank you for your concern, Elder Ning, but it’s just a superficial wound.
It’s nothing serious.”
“Elder Ning?” Her eyes glead playfully, almost reproachfully: “Do you think I am old, young sir, to call ‘elder’?”
Baili An was very humble and amiable, “Not at all.
Elder Ning is esteed and venerable, not old in the slightest.”
Esteed and venerable?
The Wandao Immortal Alliance group exchanged peculiar glances.
Isn’t that phrase usually reserved for praising those with high reputation and advanced age?
This young man sure had a biting wit.
Had it been any other woman, she would have been angered by now, but Ning Feiyan, smilingly closing the distance, did not make any further moves but instead handed him the handkerchief: “The young gentleman has such a proper disposition.
If you feel shy because n and won should not be intimate with each other, then accept this handkerchief, and you can bandage yourself.”
She appeared amiable.
Baili An was about to refuse when Fang Geyu, with a dark expression, snatched the handkerchief from her hand and, with a gross lack of decorum, blew her nose loudly into it.
The young lady’s nose reddened as she crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it back at her, scoffing, “Is this the best the Wandao Immortal Alliance can do?
This Shu Embroidery is sothing we in Shifang City use to wipe children’s noses.
Your paltry offering certainly won’t appeal to our young gentlen here.”
“How generous, Fang Miss,” Ning Feiyan comnted coolly, then casually shook the wet handkerchief and wiped her palms dry.
“Indeed,” Fang Geyu haughtily tilted her pale face upward.
Yet, she underestimated the thickness of the elder Ning of the Wandao Immortal Alliance’s skin, who took her ti drying her hands and stubbornly produced another, different handkerchief.
With a gaze gentle as water directed toward Baili An, she smiled, “I present this handkerchief to you, sir.
I hope you won’t disdain it.”
Now, not only Fang Geyu, but even Baili Xianxian of the Wandao Immortal Alliance could not stand by watching.
Quietly, she whispered, “Elder Ning, could we be a bit more subtle?”
“You may look young, but after all, you are an Immortal elder.
This youngster is barely my age.
Isn’t your behavior of picking tender shoots a bit unseemly?”
Moreover, your second handkerchief…
seems to have been with you for over a century and is no less than an exceptional Defensive Magic Artifact.
Appearing gentle, you’re subtly exerting pressure.
Not even the young lady of Shifang City can disregard it so easily.
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