The blood rain continues to fall in a drizzle.
The air is thick with the heavy scent of blood and burnt odor, mixed with the wet chill of the rain, forming a nauseating atmosphere.
Countless sparks dance in the night, like fireflies on a sumr night.
Yet they carry the residual warmth of death, landing on the streets littered with shards of flesh and bone, making a sizzling sound before imdiately extinguishing.
The blood water forms into streams, gurgling along the uneven asphalt surface.
In the heart of this hellish scene, a strong and athletic man stands barefoot.
The remnants of golden red flas on his body are the only light source in this darkness and blood-red scene.
His bald head reflects an intimidating sheen in the flas, like an Asura bathed in blood.
From the depths of the dark clouds, a flash of pale lightning tears across the sky.
Rumble—
The dull sound of thunder follows imdiately.
The rain curtain, briefly pushed aside by the heatwave, pours down again.
The cold raindrops slide along his distinctly outlined broad shoulders, over the knotted muscles, down the strong waist and robust thighs, and flow all the way down.
In the torrential rain, the flas on the man’s body are finally put out slowly, leaving only wisps of rising white steam.
The rain keeps washing over his body, as if it’s no longer made of flesh and blood.
But of steel forged in blazing fire, an artwork ticulously crafted by so master sculptor!
Cheng Leyi and Lin Xuhao stand dumbfounded in the corner, staring in a daze, almost forgetting to breathe.
Suddenly, both of their gazes tighten simultaneously.
The man turns around.
Behind the white Evil Ghost Mask, those scarlet eyes seem to have embers still burning.
At the mont when Cheng Leyi’s eyes et his, her heart uncontrollably starts pounding wildly.
Unsure if it’s due to extre fear or so other emotion.
The man steps towards them.
Each step he takes is steady, his bare soles treading on the waterlogged ground, splashing tiny droplets.
With the movent of his body, the sleek and explosive muscle lines flow in the rain like a living thing, exuding an aura filled with aggressive masculinity.
It’s a pure aura belonging to a top predator.
Cheng Leyi instinctively crosses her arms over her chest, pulling up the slipping shoulder strap, and unconsciously steps back two steps.
Lin Xuhao also stands up from the ground, instinctively clenching his fists, muscles tensed.
He knows the gap between himself and the man, but if this man ans harm to Cheng Leyi, he would unhesitatingly risk his life.
The tension between the two reaches its peak, they stare tightly at the approaching Demon King, their minds racing, yet unable to guess his intentions.
Finally, the man halts before them.
The shadow cast by his towering figure almost completely envelops the two.
"Lend so clothes."
The low and calm voice cuts through the rain, clearly reaching their ears.
"???"
Cheng Leyi and Lin Xuhao both wear a bewildered expression on their faces.
Fang Cheng looks at them, the brow behind the mask furrows slightly.
"I saved your lives, asking for clothes isn’t too much, is it?"
"Ah, uh—"
Cheng Leyi’s red lips part slightly, she stands dazed for a few seconds, then she is the first to respond.
"Not at all, not at all!"
She quickly waves her hand, her voice sowhat excited.
At the sa ti, she secretly lets out a sigh of relief.
She had thought that a fierce battle was about to erupt, even ready to reveal her Special Search Team identity hoping the other would be deterred.
Never did she expect him to say sothing so strange.
She imdiately turns her head towards the still stunned Lin Xuhao:
"Ahao, what are you standing there for? Quickly take off your clothes and give them to this... gentleman!"
"Uh, you want to take off my clothes?"
Lin Xuhao snaps out of it, pointing at himself.
"Who else if not you? Do you want to take off my skirt?"
Cheng Leyi retorts in annoyance.
"Uh..."
Lin Xuhao imdiately looks embarrassed.
"What are you dawdling for?"
Cheng Leyi urges repeatedly, specially reminding him:
"This gentleman here was very righteous to save our lives just now, are you being ungrateful, can’t spare even one piece of clothing?"
"How could I be ungrateful! I just..."
Lin Xuhao hesitates for a while, finally under Cheng Leyi’s killing glare, he obediently takes off his soaked jacket and pants.
When he removes the outer clothes revealing what he’s wearing inside, it feels like the air turns solid instantly.
A tight pink tank top that accentuates chest muscles, and a pair of boxers with cartoon bear prints.
Lin Xuhao crosses his arms, standing awkwardly in place.
His tall and burly fra with this cute inner wear looks innocent yet comical.
Cheng Leyi is speechless looking at him.
No wonder this guy was hesitant and refused to undress, turns out he has this kind of hobby.
"Thanks."
Fang Cheng takes the clothes, quite unconcerned.
Standing right there before them, he puts on the obviously too large clothing.
Cheng Leyi watches him intently, her cheeks unconsciously heating up.
After this little episode, although there’s still an invisible barrier between them, the tension on the verge of breaking has alleviated a lot.
Suddenly, a "zzzz" electric current sound cos from her earpiece.
Then, an anxious voice starts speaking:
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