Chapter 1142: 512: Du Yan vomits blood!_2
Du Yan had completely lost interest in listening.
He simply felt an unbearable stifling sensation, an overwhelming discomfort, his chest and stomach restless, as if he would spit blood at any mont.
At this mont, he wanted nothing more than to stand before Lanling, grab his neck, and demand: just what sort of despicable thod did you use to cheat?
A re nobody, not even a Demon Warrior, how could you have over nine hundred military achievents?
anwhile, Lanling had long been hoisted up by the brothers of Foreign Tribe Army and tossed into the air.
Nine hundred fifty-two confird kills, military achievents that could be exchanged for nearly five hundred Barbaric Wilderness Gold Coins.
These were genuine professional soldiers; two heads for a coin might seem a little cheap at first glance.
However, this amount of gold coins could already buy many, many things, combined with the achievents of Du Yan, Suo Mo, and other brothers from the Foreign Tribe Army, it marked the wealthiest mont for the army yet.
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Before the celebratory gathering had even concluded, Du Yan impatiently sought out Nini’an.
“Nini, your father promised before that whoever earns the greatest military achievents will marry you,” Du Yan said. “Now, the winner is Lanling. Are you seriously going to fulfill this promise?”
Nini’an, her emotions fraught, appeared near-tears. “What else can I do? My father is the Chieftain of the Chira Tribe. His word is law. He always honors his promises.”
Du Yan replied, “How can this be? You love . Besides, Lanling’s military achievents are highly suspicious. With his martial skills being so ager, how could he possibly kill so many enemies? There’s clearly sothing untoward here.”
Nini’an gazed at Du Yan.
He was forcing himself to remain calm, but his frustration was evident, and it disappointed her. This was not the Du Yan she knew.
The previous Du Yan had been elegant and proud, seemingly more refined even than Yanggu or Qiuju. Why was his behavior now so deplorable?
He not only publicly questioned Lanling but also made no effort to hide his verbal attacks against him, utterly discarding his previous grace.
However, such behavior was often the flaw of the highly talented!
A gifted individual, raised in an environnt of constant praise, would beco arrogant and conceited, yet could maintain a veneer of elegance in their complacency.
But the mont their lilight was stolen, their fury would reveal sharp claws and fangs—blinded by jealousy.
Du Yan was highly talented but emotionally inept. His previous composure had masked this flaw; now, anger had unveiled it completely.
“No, you cannot marry Lanling,” Du Yan insisted. “You are mine. You love , right?”
Nini’an looked deeply into Du Yan’s eyes, her tone earnest. “You’ve always understood my heart, but I am the Chieftain’s daughter, and I must serve the tribe’s interests. I cannot let my father break his promise. Who could have foreseen that Lanling would achieve the greatest glory in this battle?”
Du Yan said, “The Chieftain doesn’t need to be so selfless and impartial. He can alter the numbers for the military achievents. In that way, you won’t have to marry Lanling. He’s nothing but dirt with Dina, and his origins are mysterious. How could he be worthy of you?”
At this mont, Nini’an’s heart almost burst into mocking laughter.
Du Yan, while accusing Lanling, conveniently forgot that he himself desired to possess both won—her and Dina.
“There’s no other way.” Tears rolled down Nini’an’s cheeks as she said, “I can only hate that fate has tied us together in love but separated us in destiny.”
Her tone, her gaze, conveyed tenderness and longing.
Though her ultimate aim was Lanling, she also needed to keep Du Yan ensnared.
Marrying Lanling and making him wholeheartedly work for her goals aligned with Nini’an’s best interests. After all, Lanling’s prowess on the battlefield greatly exceeded Du Yan’s.
But even as Lanling’s wife, she would still maintain entanglents with Du Yan, Yanggu, and Qiuju.
Ideally, none of these three exceptional young n would wed or sire offspring, remaining forever infatuated with her, willing to fight and die for her.
As for whether this ant betraying Lanling? That was not a concern for Nini’an. She would be ticulous in hiding her true intentions with her acting.
Du Yan, under her gaze, trembled with an aching heart and rasped, “Nini, tell the Chieftain you love and want to marry .”
Nini’an replied, “I’ve already confessed my love, stating I don’t wish to marry Lanling. My father said he sympathized with , but he has no recourse. As Chieftain, his word is irrevocable—promises must be kept.”
Du Yan’s eyes darkened, killing intent flashing as he said, “Then I’ll kill Lanling. If I kill him, you won’t have to marry him.”
The words startled Nini’an.
Her heartbreaking, tender deanor had been ant to keep Du Yan captivated, ensuring his devotion to her. She had not anticipated it would drive him to threaten Lanling’s life.
This must not happen! Not yet!
Lanling’s godlike presence on the battlefield could bring her significant advantages; she was determined to marry him. How could she let Du Yan kill him?
“No!” Nini’an exclaid.
“Why not?” Du Yan asked suspiciously. “Do you like that pretty-faced boy now?”
“What are you talking about?” Nini’an countered. “Don’t you understand my heart yet? You know full well I despise him; he disgusts . Have you forgotten those things he did to ? To this day, I have nightmares about it. My pure and pristine body… was actually touched by him.”
Instantly, Du Yan’s heart shattered as he hurriedly said, “It was only through clothing, and you did it for the tribe’s greater good. You remain untouched and pure.”
“But that sensation—that repulsive feeling—it tornts with nightmares every single night,” Nini’an said.
Truthfully, Lanling’s teasing touch didn’t bring nightmares but rather tantalizingly vivid dreams.
Nonetheless, Nini’an’s acting prowess was unparalleled; her lies sounded truer than truth itself.
“Let kill him, then,” Du Yan insisted. “So you won’t have to bear the thought of him. For your lifelong happiness, I must kill him.”
Nini’an softly said, “Yan, will you listen to ?”
Her voice was gentle, her gaze loving, her fair hand brushing Du Yan’s shoulder lightly.
Never had Nini’an been so intimate with him; Du Yan was overjoyed, feeling as if drunk on sweetness and excitent.
“I will listen. I’ll listen to everything you say.” Du Yan trembled with emotion.
“If Lanling dies now, Suo Mo would be the first to suspect you. He wouldn’t hesitate to tear you to pieces,” Nini’an said softly. “You must let strategize slowly, plan a perfect trap. Wait for my command. When I tell you to act, then you’ll act.”
Du Yan’s eyes sparkled, and he replied, “Fine, we must co up with a flawless plan to remove that scoundrel.”
Nini’an said, “So don’t act recklessly. Wait for my orders. Don’t act rashly, understand? Silly boy?”
Her tone beca sweet and affectionate again.
“I understand,” Du Yan answered. “But how long must I wait? Surely not until you’ve married him—that would drive mad.”
Nini’an gazed deeply at Du Yan, “Yan, do you trust ?”
“I do. I’ve always trusted you. Our hearts are bound together,” Du Yan said passionately.
Nini’an assured him, “I promise you, I will never let Lanling touch even a finger of mine. I will never willingly speak a word to him. If he tries to touch , I’ll imdiately retaliate—perhaps even take my own life!”
Nini’an understood well that these n wanted their won to be desired by all, yet untouchable by everyone, leaving them longing helplessly.
“I believe in you,” Du Yan said, his voice trembling with passion. “You are the purest girl in the world.”
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That night, Lanling was ditating with his eyes closed.
A shadow entered his tent—a familiar scent, a familiar energy.
It was the Chira Tribe’s flower, the Chieftain’s daughter, Nini’an.
She held a box in her hands, standing before Lanling, hesitating over what deanor to assu.
Should she be cold and aloof, proud? Or sweetly faint, playing coy and reluctant?
She had to strike the right balance—to allure Lanling without compromising her dignity.
Believing he could not see her, she kept shifting expressions, rehearsing her act one final ti.
But who could have anticipated that Lanling’s eyes would snap open and, with a sudden motion, he’d pin her to the ground, his lips descending directly onto hers?
The action was absolutely resolute and unerring!
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