Chapter 438
Chapter 438 Make You an Immortal
"You—" Ning Yuxi paled with shock, her arm that had been reaching out suddenly dropped. Lin Wanrong plummeted several feet, letting out a scream. Suddenly roused, Fairy Ning stretched her wrist and grabbed his collar, halting his descent.
A little over a foot of distance separated their heads, and the previous intimate moment was lost. Lin Wanrong sighed deeply, recalling the tender taste of the Fairy's lips and feeling an indescribable yearning.
Ning Yuxi's face was as white as paper; her silver teeth gritted so hard they made a noise. Tears fell like raindrops, landing on his face. "Shameless lecher, how dare you tarnish my purity? We are irreconcilable!"
"Fairy Sister, you misunderstand," Lin Wanrong gasped, choked by the collar Ning Yuxi gripped so tightly. "It was merely an innocent blessing, an act from the heart and bounded by propriety. I harbored no other intentions. You may not believe it, but never have I been so pure in my life."
Lin Wanrong was known for his deceitful beginnings, and Ning Yuxi knew it well. How could she trust him? Just as she was about to let go, tears still falling, her eyes caught the sight of his tattered robe drifting downward in the mountain wind, as soft and soundless as falling catkins. She paused, closed her eyes, and more tears flowed. "Lin San, I will not let you go."
With a sharp cry, she gripped Lin Wanrong's collar with one hand and hooked her feet around the rope with the other. Spinning swiftly, her body traced a graceful arc in the air.
Lin Wanrong felt a whooshing wind by his ear. When he opened his eyes, he saw Fairy Ning sitting at the center of the rope, her face as pale as paper, blood at the corners of her mouth, and her chest heaving rapidly. One of her slender jade legs wrapped tightly around the chain while the other extended straight out to balance her. Her flowing hair scattered in the wind, making her look like a lotus in bloom high up in the heavens.
"Fairy, are you hurt? Where is the injury? Let me see." Lin Wanrong was shocked and instinctively reached out his hand. Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and a sweetness in his throat. Coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood, he saw Fairy Ning's eyes cold as ice, a sword sheath pressed against his chest. She had struck him in her anger.