Chapter 1572: Netherworld, Other Shore Flower 47
Extremely good-looking.
Eyelids drooping, long and curled jet-black lashes.
A vermilion mole at the corner of the eye, like it was weeping bloody tears.
Lips a delicate pink, a glance, stunning.
Su Yan’s steps halted.
The person’s eyes lifted.
Not the seductive peach-blossom eyes.
At first glance, those eyes appeared quite innocent.
Evoking a sense of pure beauty.
This face, she recognized.
Jun Yu himself.
He said nothing, just leaned against Su Yan’s embrace, looking at her like that.
After a while, only said,
"What’s wrong? Yanyan?"
Su Yan stopped walking.
She looked around.
A misty expanse, head down.
Like stepping in shallow water, the water clear and rippling.
Clearly reflecting her face.
She asked,
"Who are you?"
The person beside her smiled,
"Yanyan, it’s me."
Su Yan didn’t speak, just raised her hand and grasped the person’s neck.
She looked at him, seriously,
"If you don’t say, I’ll strangle you."
Su Yan applied pressure, and the person began to cough.
A mouthful of fresh blood coughed out.
Su Yan’s hand loosened a bit.
Suddenly, she saw the person show a sinister smile.
Fingers turned ashen, nails rock-hard, stabbing straight at Su Yan.
Like a flash of lightning.
Their proximity too close.
No time to defend.
Rip.
Nails pierced into Su Yan’s shoulder blade.
No change on Su Yan’s face, lifted her hand.
Turned over.
Hands holding his head, using the momentum of falling to jerk it off.
Rumble.
The corpse fell to the ground.
Did not transform back to its original shape.
Still in the guise of Jun Yu.
Fallen there, causing Su Yan to frown slightly.
She knew he was fake.
Yet, she still didn’t want to see it.
Averting her gaze.
Covered her wound.
Xiao Hua exclaimed,
"Host, you’re injured!"
Su Yan responded,
"It’s nothing, not serious."
Xiao Hua, both heartsick and puzzled,
"Host, you knew he wasn’t Lord Jun Yu, why did you hold back?"
Blood flowed down from the shoulder blade, soaking the clothes.
She held it, continued moving forward.
"Just a guess, there’s still a ten percent chance it’s him."
After all, she’s always holding him.
Didn’t notice he’d been switched.
Afraid not only hit by illusion techniques but also auditory illusions.
Therefore, when she saw him cough up blood, she let go.
Xiao Hua muttered softly,
"If this were Little Red, the host would have killed it."
The host always trusts herself.
Only with Lord Jun Yu does she overthink, become so uncertain, afraid of hurting him.
Su Yan covered the wound, continued moving forward.
A vast expanse of white ahead.
Faintly, a sound of light humming could be heard.
Gradually the scene transforms.
Surrounding plunged into darkness, she arrived in a prison.
Walking through the corridor of the prison, the scent of blood and moisture assaults.
Every cell was empty, only a single candle flickering.
Candlelight wavering, somewhat dim.
The further she went, the clearer the singing.
The voice light, seeming that the singer was in a good mood.
Yet in such an environment.
Hearing such a tune, it appeared rather eerie.
Until Su Yan reached the deepest part of the prison.
There was no path ahead.
A massive black cloth covered the door to a cell ahead.
From the sound, she was very close to the singing.
Su Yan looked around.
Finally, she lifted her hand.
Grasping the black cloth, yanked it down.
With a swoosh.
Sound of the black cloth colliding with the wind.