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Capítulo 1281: Chapter 1281: River God Above (27)

“How’s your arm?”

“Touch it and see.” Chuzheng held out her hand.

Xuan Ying set down his teacup and examined the black finger mark on Chuzheng’s wrist, having no other ideas for now. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⟡fire.net

“Why did the river god run to Hanjiang City?”

River god?

Xuan Ying realized Chuzheng meant the River God.

His slender fingers moved slowly, transferring the chill to Chuzheng: “He lost the protection of The Temple and continues to use his power recklessly. The Heaven and Earth Laws have long noticed him.”

Chuzheng stood up abruptly, pulled Xuan Ying’s hand away, and sat in his lap, pressing her arm against him.

Xuan Ying stiffened for a moment.

“Miss Chuzheng…”

“It’s comfy this way.” Chuzheng’s reason was justified.

Xuan Ying glanced at her, seeing nothing unusual on her face; her eyes were clear, as if he was overthinking.

Xuan Ying had no choice but to let her be, holding her wrist with one hand and wrapping the other around her waist, continuing, “The Heaven and Earth Laws aim to eliminate all non-human races. Without protection, it’s only safe for him to hide in places with the most people.”

In Hanjiang City, with a population of hundreds of thousands, he uses the humans to shield his aura from the Heaven and Earth Laws’ detection.

The Heaven and Earth Laws are not human; they don’t think. They can only detect when a non-human aura is exposed.

The River God saw him earlier and turned away without making a move, likely fearing that if he did, he’d be discovered.

As Chuzheng listened to Xuan Ying’s explanation, she remembered that strange thundercloud from last time…

The little river god ran away at the sight of it.

“How do you know so much?”

“I’ve seen too much.”

Chuzheng glanced at him. The man lowered his gaze, staring at the gradually cooling tea on the table.

Once glorious, those gods and demons who could summon storms now wander like dogs without a home, being driven to the brink of extinction.

Only humans, this weak yet resilient race, have become the sole winners.

Suddenly, Xuan Ying’s cheeks grew warm as two hands cupped his face, forcing him to look up, darkness enveloping his vision as soft, warm lips pressed against his own.

Xuan Ying’s pupils slightly contracted.

Fingers gripping Chuzheng’s wrist tightened.

Chuzheng paused but didn’t move away, whispering against his lips, “Do you want to cripple my hand?”

The grip on her wrist loosened, and Chuzheng kissed him again.

Xuan Ying: “…”

His memory was incomplete, but instinct told him no one had been this intimate with him before, not even holding hands.

Unfamiliar scents intermingled, entangling with his cold lips and teeth.

The hands holding his cheeks gradually slid to rest on his shoulders, the warm breath slowly stripping his lips of their chill.

At this moment, Xuan Ying couldn’t remember what they had been discussing: the Heaven and Earth Laws, the River God… everything vanished without a trace.

Xuan Ying’s tightly closed jaw didn’t give Chuzheng any opportunities.

Chuzheng tried twice, then relented, only lingering in a soft, circuitous kiss.

–

The scent of herbs filled the pharmacy as Xuan Ying turned his head, lips reddened, some annoyance etched onto his brows.

Chuzheng still sat in his lap, slowly sipping a cup of tea, appearing strangely docile and gentle.

Xuan Ying glanced at her from the corner of his eye, internally noting: Now she knows to drink slowly?

“You…”

“Would you like some?”

Chuzheng and Xuan Ying spoke at the same time.

The teacup was placed at Xuan Ying’s lips, the dark ceramic cup still half full, and the aroma wafted past his nose.

Compelled by some inexplicable impulse, Xuan Ying drank the remaining half-cup of tea from Chuzheng’s hand.

The warm tea slid down his throat into his stomach, carrying a hint of burning sensation, causing slight discomfort.

Only after drinking did Xuan Ying realize that Chuzheng had just sipped from this cup.

“Get down!” Xuan Ying’s demeanor changed in a flash, his voice low, expression darkening.

Chuzheng lightly placed her toes to the ground and stood up.

As his lap emptied, Xuan Ying felt both relief and a sense of loss.

But he swiftly suppressed that feeling, as Chuzheng turned, shaking his sleeve to shield himself.

“Why did you kiss me?”

“Wanted to.” Chuzheng leaned on the table, her voice unusually serious: “Isn’t it allowed? You didn’t push me away, which proves you…”

“Shut up!” Xuan Ying’s tone was full of annoyance.

Without even collecting his own tea set, Xuan Ying left in a flash.

Leaning against the table, Chuzheng’s fingertips slid along the edge of the teacup, a casual smile momentarily flickering on her calm, cold face.

A very light and faint smile disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving the same expressionless girl behind.

–

At night, Xuan Ying appeared holding a demon.

He threw the demon into the backyard and looked up to see Chuzheng standing in the doorway, watching him intently.

Seeing her, Xuan Ying recalled the kiss.

“Why aren’t you resting yet?”

Xuan Ying lowered his head, muffled his voice as he asked.

Chuzheng crossed her arms against the door frame: “What corpse did you drag to me again?”

Xuan Ying corrected: “It’s a demon.”

Chuzheng retorted, unconvinced: “What’s the difference?”

Walking over, Chuzheng glanced at the lifeless demon: “What did he do to you?”

Xuan Ying suddenly raised his head, a flicker of darkness passing through his eyes: “Annoyed me, wanted to kill.”

The celestial clouds had silently dispersed, with a sliver of the moon exposed, its faint glow casting itself onto the man.

The handsome face looked somewhat sinister under such light.

He stared at Chuzheng: “Miss Chuzheng, did you see? For me, there’s no difference between killing demons and humans. I am not human; I don’t know what I am, I…”

Chuzheng reached out to embrace him.

“I don’t care what you are, you’re mine.”

Xuan Ying’s words were swallowed by Chuzheng’s hug.

Xuan Ying saw the moonlight casting their intertwined shadows on the ground, exuding an unspeakable intimacy.

He wanted her to know there would be no future with him.

He intended to scare her away…

They shouldn’t have any other bonds.

But…

Her warmth was something Xuan Ying craved.

Slowly, Xuan Ying raised his hand to embrace the person in front of him, pulling her tightly into his arms.

–

Xuan Ying awoke from the bottom of a lake, with no memory of anything but near-instinctual spellcasting.

He couldn’t remember who he was or why he had been asleep at the lake’s bottom.

Gradually, he regained his memories, remembering his name, the Divine Realm, and its people, and how they cut out his heart.

Recalled the hatred and anger he harbored in the end.

But with the Divine Realm’s passage closed, he couldn’t return.

He couldn’t recall how long he’d wandered this world since awakening.

Without a heart, his body remained forever cold.

Incapable of feeling any warmth.

He was always alone.

He needed no one’s company, and no one could stay by his side.

Resting his chin on Chuzheng’s neck, Xuan Ying’s voice was low: “You will regret this.”

The girl replied resolutely: “Never regret.”