Chapter 942: Chapter 534: Luo Xiu: Do Not Fail (6,400 words, Bonus for “Future” Brotherhood Leader) (Part 4)
The woman looked at him, her eyes gentle.
Suddenly, she beca a little shy, her gaze avoiding like a startled deer, and softly said:
“Young master… kiss .”
The woman held his ‘terrifying’ sleeping face with both hands, unbothered, and bashfully lowered her head to kiss his unlikeable lips…
Her little face turned even redder.
A long ti passed.
She raised her head, her mouth filled with blood.
The woman slightly gulped, swallowing the blood that stained her mouth.
Biting her red lips, she slightly panted, taking in the air for a mont.
“Young master…” she called out with emotion, unable to resist lowering her head again, with her blood-red lips lightly pecking at the eyes and brows that she now adored as well.
Then…
Luo Xiu straightened up, her pink tongue licking her lips stained black-red, the taste of his flesh and blood filling her mouth.
At this mont, her black hair cascaded down her snow-white clean back.
Her whole body was as white as the snow of early winter.
In stark contrast to the Zhao Rong below, whose entire body was blackened with charred blood stains.
Finally, within the Dragon Coffin, the ‘white-clad woman’ gazed at the ‘black-clad man’, her eyes vacant:
“Young master… don’t disappoint .”
Rumble—
The chanism of the Dragon Coffin was activated, the coffin lid slowly closing, obscuring the scene within and the woman’s movents as she leaned forward.
Just before the lid closed seamlessly, a crisp, pained feminine cry slipped through the last gap, as if the woman had discovered sothing incredibly shocking inside the coffin…
“Yee! The young master is bullying !”
“…”
The heavy Dragon Coffin sealed off all sound, and the Great Hall returned to silence…
Gui had actually woken up so ti ago.
Just in a rather weakened state.
The single sword strike borrowed from ‘Fu Shi’ to slay the Demon Dragon had exhausted the Sword Spirit’s laboriously accumulated Soul Power.
Though feeling ntally drained and in low spirits, Gui had heard the entire conversation between Luo Xiu and the little fish just now.
Gui recognized Luo Xiu as the interesting woman who Zhao Rong had ‘released’ that night in Xingzi Town.
She had part of the dicinal power from one of the ten great Divine Furnaces, the Pure White Cold Palace, within the woman’s furnace.
The Sword Spirit rembered her quite well, even intending to urge Zhao Rong to keep this woman and extract the Pure White Cold Palace to pair with a reverse-Dao Divine dicine it recalled, capable of instantly enhancing the host’s cultivation talent at the brink of death.
Paired with the ‘full resurrection’ of the Pure White Cold Palace, it was simply ingenious.
Unfortunately, that idiot let Luo Xiu go directly.
However, this woman’s Pure White Cold Palace bloodline seed impure, its dicinal power unable to match the complete, legendary Pure White Cold Palace, unable to repair broken Dantian, damaged spiritual platforms, Heart Lakes, these cultivation foundations, and unable to pair with that reverse-Dao Divine dicine.
So Gui didn’t lant for too long, cursed soone, and cast it aside from its thoughts.
Never expecting to run into this interesting woman again today in the Imperial Mausoleum, and that soone was also seriously injured and dying.
“No wonder it’s you Zhao Rong, I’m willing to call you the strongest of all generations of the Sword Master in terms of peach blossom luck. Oh, no wonder you’re always rambling about renaming yourself the Peach Blossom Sword Master—your peach blossom fate is never-ending.”
In the Heart Lake, the spectral figure of the Purple-clothed Sword Spirit, ntally weary, muttered a complaint.
Yet it didn’t admire Zhao Rong for casting a long line to catch a big fish.
Because…
“If you’d listened to Zhao Qian’er earlier, the issue could’ve been solved by extracting her Pure White Cold Palace back in Xingzi Town. Maybe it could’ve been your trump card against that old beast, allowing you to revive once fully, rather than being this pitiful now, seasoned with cumin and chili as grilled at for a al…”
The Sword Spirit was tired, having no strength left to complain anymore.
But seeing the woman outside seemingly offering herself—no, offering her Pure White Cold Palace—the Sword Spirit perked up slightly.
“Seriously, Zhao Rong is burnt to this extent and you don’t mind? You still want to go through with it?”
Gui couldn’t understand, but was greatly shocked.
“Really, what’s so good about this guy, making all you won one after another…” It muttered this, but the just-recovered Soul Power and Divine Sense secretly extended from the brow wheel, peeking outside.
Gui felt it was its duty to stand guard for the Sword Master while he was unconscious.
But the next second, just as it was quietly nodding and slightly moved by its dedication, Gui shrank back its Soul Power and Divine Sense abruptly.
Like a startled deer.
Because it saw… within the black coffin, the dirty man and woman, and a fierce Demon Dragon, weaving through, as if the heart abyss’s sinister Demon Dragon that Gui had slayed re-erged…
Soone, appearing asleep, yet not at all lacking the Martial Artist deanor of being in the ninth breath mont shortly before, was extrely formidable.
Gui: “……???”
Does this make sense?
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PS: A bit late… presenting 6,400 words! A two-in-one big chapter, an extra for brotherly alliance leader “|Wei, lai|”!
Ahem, not short, plus plenty of support and rewards from many good brothers—little Zhao will thank each one in due ti! Especially ‘Book Friend 2017…7484’ brother, too fierce, little Zhao is scared…
Ahem, not short, plus plenty of support and rewards from many good brothers—little Zhao will thank each one in due ti! Especially ‘Book Friend 2017…7484’ brother, too fierce, little Zhao is scared…
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