This ti she ca prepared, as Ning Feiyan was quite thorough. The demon officials guarding her were given plenty of benefits, and even though she ceaselessly demanded more without pause, as ti grew late, no one ca to urge her to leave.
The sky was clear and distant, the Golden Crow slowly sinking to the west. The sunlight on the walls of the Five Luminaries Stone slowly weakened. The silent night crept in, gradually liberating her limbs, which had been rendered powerless by the harsh sunlight.
Night descended upon the world.
The shackles on her ankles clinked crisply against the stone wall, and Baili An, now recovered, whispered sothing into her ear.
River Lord Ning, breathing heavily, shook her head imperiously and dismissed his request.
Baili An did not bother to discuss it with her further, and even more domineeringly, he reached for her sweaty, enchantingly soft waist and smoothly flipped her over.
Ning Feiyan humd softly, symbolically resisting for a mont before her slender, soft arms wrapped around his neck. She trembled, akin to thin, fragile ice on the branches in winterti.
She was very displeased with his domineering flipping actions. Furrowing her sweaty, ink-black eyebrows, she suddenly took interest again, her wandering fingers silently flicking twice in the void.
The domain space enclosing the prison still existed, but sound was not completely blocked out, intermittently drifting out.
Before long, Baili An’s movents abruptly stopped. Listening to the madness-like pounding on the walls from the adjacent cell, he appeared to be stunned for a mont. "What’s that sound?"
Ning Feiyan lightly hooked her arm around his neck, her innocent, bewildered eyes eting his as her tightly held smile slightly faded.
Her fingers traced the outline of his eyes lightly. Sohow, amidst this heightened emotion, she lost herself for a mont.
But it was only for a mont; she soon reverted to her usual, capricious self, whispering in his ear, "Young Master Mi Lu acted foolishly, made a grave mistake, and is now locked up next to you. Although he can’t see you, I’d faintly weakened the soundproofing technique just now."
Baili An stiffened, once again confronted with this woman’s intrinsic wickedness.
Ning Feiyan suddenly cried out as if a cat that had its tail burned, biting his shoulder fiercely and snapping, "You’re really not startled at all."
Baili An’s face turned slightly red: "Keep your voice down."
Rebellious as Ning Feiyan was, she was not one to comply and please others easily.
Throughout the night, heart-rending roars from next door filled the air; the stone wall was splattered with blood, nearly shattered by fists, yet the noise couldn’t be reduced at all.
Young Master Mi Lu couldn’t have anticipated that his confinent would tornt him so deeply, resentnt burrowing into his core.
The stars thinned, with a hint of dawn in the east.
When Ning Feiyan rose to dress, her rosy fingertips were still trembling. Her golden pupils ignited with the morning’s dim light, her gaze hazy as if carrying traces of lingering spring rain.
She glanced at Baili An leaning weakly against the stone wall, and said nonchalantly, "Weren’t you formidable yesterday? How co you’ve turned so frail at sunrise?"
Baili An lifted his arm, the pain left him hardly any strength, "Help with my clothes."
Reluctantly, Ning Feiyan felt responsible to redress him since she had undressed him.
As Ning Feiyan adjusted his robe, her gaze unintentionally fell on the arrow wound on his chest.
The corpse demon’s strong constitution had already scabbed the wound, but the sprawling dark green poison marks were glaringly intense.
Her fingers pinching his robe suddenly curled, and squatting before him, she paused. Then, she whispered, "Actually, beneath Tiangong City that day, when you called my na, I heard it."
Baili An, caught off guard, thought that during the intense battle, amidst all the shouting and fighting, he had called her out of sheer anxiety, never really believing she’d heard him.
Ning Feiyan tying his robe belt, possibly unaccustod to such servitude, her usually agile hands seed a bit clumsy and slow. She spoke in a flat tone, "When you go into battle later, don’t worry about ."
Baili An was about to speak when she continued, "It’s not that I’m being polite or pretentious. On the battlefield, no one knows better than how to preserve my own life."
She lightly touched his cheek, her tone cool yet playful, "Look, I’m unscathed while you’ve been poisoned to the bone during imprisonnt. Do you see moved by this at all?"
Baili An indeed underestimated this woman’s capability to change her attitude the mont she got dressed.
After resolving the urgent matters at hand, Ning Feiyan truly let go without any trace of lingering sentintality and left like that.
Baili An wasn’t prone to clinging needlessly, even though Ning Feiyan’s departure, lifting the spatial barrier as she left, resembled a heartless client who leaves without paying after getting what they wanted...
On the contrary, it was Young Master Mi Lu in the next cell, seeing Ning Feiyan dressed neatly walking out, who slamd violently against the xuanjing black iron prison door. His eyes filled with terrifying red veins as he stared at her intensely, his chest heaving like a raging beast.
Yet Ning Feiyan couldn’t be bothered to even glance at this man once engaged to her, hearing his furious roaring, the sated Enchanting Demon River Lord vanished into the shadows without looking back.
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