Chapter 937: Chapter 702: ow_2
The endless, dazzling blooms of the night were reflected in her dark, somber eyes.
Her heart was a tumult of emotions; she grabbed Baili An by the collar, pressing her forehead against his chest. Though resentnt and anger brewed within her, she couldn’t utter a single word of reproach.
With trembling fingertips, she gently touched his blood-stained abdon, not knowing that the touch was like a drop of water in hot oil, instantly making him seethe.
Baili An reacted like a cat scalded by hot tongs, sparks flying in an instant.
He didn’t even notice that the person in his arms had changed. Baili An clutched Yun Rong’s wrist in her sword dress, and before she could react, he closed in, seizing all her frantic breaths from between her lips.
Yun Rong didn’t realize her situation was even more dangerous than poisoned Baili An’s, unaware she was on the chopping block.
She never expected to be attacked by Baili An. Her fingers holding onto his clothes turned white at the knuckles, frozen in distant shock, unable to respond for a long ti.
Only when a chill hit her did she realize, seeing the Xijian Sect’s school sword uniform shed like layers of an onion in Baili An’s hands, did she finally react and begin to struggle in resistance.
The other Yun Rong was dumbfounded, witnessing the fierce assault of the little corpse demon, more ferocious than before, who would at most nibble on her neck and bite her collarbone and cheek.
Now, with the person in his arms changed, he directly bit her lips…
No, no, they were originally identical. Perhaps in the little corpse demon’s eyes, he thought he was still holding her.
The Heart Demon had done a good deed for once; if it hadn’t suddenly appeared to douse the fire, the one being bitten would certainly have been her.
Ah… no, no! She couldn’t bear this, even using his tongue, this little corpse demon is quite capable.
Huh? Her Heart Demon was truly remarkable, not only did their faces look identical, but even disrobed, there was not the slightest difference inside. If Yun Rong weren’t observing from the side, she might have thought the person beneath the little corpse demon was her.
Although the observer sees clearly, the sa face, the sa figure, every detail, down to the hair strands seed the sa. Yun Rong couldn’t bear to watch anymore and hurriedly reminded, “What are you struggling shyly like a little woman for? You should be taking the stance like when you slay an Evil Beast. He’s under the influence of Charming Poison. If you dally any longer, your body’ll be completely touched by him!”
As she spoke, Yun Rong’s ears flushed red, covering her cheeks with both hands, in rare chaos, she cried out in a flustered rage, “The little corpse demon is starting to undress himself now, why are you still in a daze?”
Arao was anxious too and said hastily, “Quickly gouge out the rotten flesh and toxins from his abdon with a sharp blade, then feed him my demon blood to detoxify. There’s still ti.”
Their incessant clamor made Yun Rong in the sword dress fully comprehend the situation. Strangely enough, she stopped struggling, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, turning her cheek to look at Arao’s anxious face. Her gaze no longer held the previous anger and sadness, but sothing unfathomable.
She suddenly let out a light hum, holding the head buried in her chest with both hands, her fingers gently combing through Baili An’s sweat-drenched hair. Who knows where he bit her, but a shade of pink rose on her fair cheeks.
She pressed her lips together, her eyes enigmatic.
Arao was alard by her gaze, a sense of foreboding engulfed her. Despite Yun Rong saying nothing, Arao seed to understand sothing, her lips turned pale in fright.
Instinctively, her hands tightened around the vines, the thorns piercing her palms without her noticing. Her gaze was cold as she threatened, “Do you really think I can’t co out?”
Yun Rong in the sword dress lifted her lashes, her gaze moist, her face flushed, yet her eyes were cool, like a clear autumn spring, clear and profound.
Her gaze bore no hint of revenge or provocation, yet the cessation of struggling said it all.
Back then, frail and dying, trapped within an ice coffin, unable to speak or move, the humiliation she suffered remained vivid.
She was not Arao, unable to mimic its rampant insolent deanor. Even if she was provoking, it was gentle and soft, much like the wind in July:
“Demon Lord, your Royal Consort…”
“Shut up! Don’t say it! I forbid you to say it!” The color of rage crawled inch by inch into Arao’s eyes, her expression twisted and strange, as if so Reverse Scale had been touched, her face sudden ashen, as if she would devour soone!
Yun Rong had never feared her madness, the warm, hazy floral hues amongst the treetops could not soften the coolness in her eyes. Articulated clearly, she enunciated each word, “Very well indeed.”
Arao’s eyes bulged in rage; if only she could move, she would have surged forward to kill!
The detoxification thod she ntioned was indeed good, but how could Yun Rong bear to let him suffer again by her own hand?
The sharp knife pierced the flesh, it was too painful.
Arao was already accustod to hurting him, but as his Senior Sister who protected his growth and as his wife who accompanied him day and night, she could not hurt him, and she was reluctant to hurt him.
The face that turned away was soon roughly grabbed by Baili An, forced back, and another scorching, invasive kiss descended. The fierce and intense kiss made Yun Rong unable to withstand it, she almost couldn’t breathe, forced to roll together with him on the rough branches.
The clothes beneath them were tangled together, Yun Rong lifted her snow-white slender neck high, emitting a gleaming luster like polished jade, akin to a reindeer offering its neck to a hunter.
Baili An’s consciousness was burning hot, but when he saw the peach blossom mark three inches below Yun Rong’s shoulder, the faint pink mark on the snow-white skin stood out.
His blood-red eyes suddenly trembled, as if he was being pulled back to his senses bit by bit, his gaze deeply fixed on that birthmark, and the tusks that had bitten her started to slowly retract.
The peach blossoms were scattered by the wind, falling into his eyes, half a petal hue blending into the depths of his eyes, bathed in faint moonlight, mixed with blood-red, those eyes burned red by the fire of passion, at a glance, surprisingly held gentle ripples within.
His movents softened, his fingers hooking a strand of her hair scattered among the clothes, the lips that retracted the tusks were soft and harmless, gently rubbing against the light-colored birthmark on her body.
He seed like soone imrsed in an old dream, looking at the light-colored marks, the mories of two lifetis overlapping under this chaotic and vague consciousness.
Yun Rong couldn’t understand why he suddenly beca quiet and gentle, no longer madly venting desires, biting as if eating.
The most outrageous action was rely lightly brushing his instep against her smooth and slender ankle.
Then, he lay on her chest, raising his head, his peaceful and clear voice was sowhat hoarse due to intense desire.
“ow…”
ow?
The observing Arao and the black-robed Yun Rong imdiately froze, their expressions incredibly expressive.
Yun Rong listened to the seemingly nonsense ‘ow’ sound, instantly feeling like struck by lightning, shocked to the extre, as if her mind was caught in a torrential downpour, her thoughts scattered.
For a mont, her consciousness seed to return to that year…
Under the tide sea, she sat by a rock, basking in the blazing sun’s rays, and there was a white cat at her feet, its furry little paws gently hooking her ankle, owing incessantly.
That cat later transford into a graceful young man.
The young man told her he had nine lives, not afraid of her sword.
Yun Rong was instantly in a trance, seemingly seeing white clouds and green peaks, and a solitary swan near the mountain.
To the glorious age’s end, that season of scorching sun, the spring scene was just right, the tender Mortal World, hidden in the high mountains and distant waters, within the eyebrows.
That year, the fragrant boat urged to the vast ocean, the river tied to old banyans, climbing high to Jiunan.
She and her husband, for the first ti since their marriage, walked out of the mountain hand in hand, wandered the mortal world, and journeyed to the old island of Penglai.
In the world, there were countless legends and stories about the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, and eventually, the Thirteen Swords ca from the mortal world, and the Sword Dao they cultivated was inevitably worldly.
Most people in the world who practice sword cultivation, regard the sword as supre, based on spirit.
An outstanding and exceptional Sword Cultivator, cannot lack a Sword Spirit of their own.
Whenever the famous soldiers of the Four Seas nations have a coming-of-age ceremony for their excellent juniors, they will find a powerful Demon Beast to ignite the Sword Inscription, thereby awakening the Sword Spirit.
As the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, how could they be subservient and have their Sword Spirit annihilated?
And that year, Yun Rong was the only one among the Thirteen Swords without a Sword Spirit.
Traveling to Penglai was to fulfill the Sect Master’s command, to hunt Demon Beasts, and to awaken a Sword Spirit.
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