Chapter 403: The Morning After
Chapter 403: The Morning After
Lian’s eyes flustered opened, as the morning sun rays shine on his face through the half opened curtains of the motel room. He blinked, groggily turning his head on the crumpled bed, seeing it empty. The lingering warmth was the only proof he hadn’t imagined the night before."...?!"
Feeling a sudden, intense pressure bearing down on him—a pressure so dense it felt like gravity had localized in the room—Lian snapped his head to the only sofa in the bedroom. He was utterly stunned, staring at Red Thorn, who sat perfectly still. A long red sword was resting on her laps, the crimson blade glowing like death. It pulsed with an eerie, rhythmic heartbeat that seemed to suck the light out of the room.
He blinked, still profoundly shocked. The weapon the lady was holding was clearly a Supreme Class artifact. Not to mention, the suffocating aura she passively leaked meant she was now a million times stronger than last night... He couldn’t even dare try to sense her true strength without risking his own mind collapsing.
Lian cautiously sat up, staring at Red Thorn, her eyes still closed in meditative silence. He slowly, deliberately moved his hand to his neck, tracing his own pulse.
’I am not dead... Yet, so I can still think of something.’
"There is nothing to think about."
"....?!!"
Lian blinked in pure shock, staring at Red Thorn in absolute horror: "Did you just hear my thoughts?!" He asked, pointing a shaking finger at his nose.
"Normally, the plan from the start was get drunk. Clear my head by feeling alive again, and lastly, kill the man."