65: Chapter 62: Blood Red 65: Chapter 62: Blood Red “The ceremony is complete, escort to the bridal chamber!”
Then, all the n of the Barbarian Tribes looked at Lanling with schadenfreude.
All the won of the Barbarian Tribes looked at Lanling with sympathy.
A handso man is favored by won everywhere, even among the Barbarian Tribes.
Especially since his song “Wedding in the Dream” was so wonderfully moving.
Lanling and ng Tuoluo, holding a red silk ribbon, entered the bridal chamber.
…
Inside the bridal chamber, red candles burned brightly, and the warmth was like spring.
The bride, ng Tuoluo, sat gracefully on the edge of the bed with a red veil over her head.
And Lanling, stood quietly in the center of the chamber.
Neither of them spoke, not even ng Tuoluo to ask him to lift her veil.
Because, lifting the veil would be akin to starting the gamble, a gamble of life and death!
Taking a deep breath, Lanling walked over, reached for the corner of the red veil, and slowly lifted it.
A face so beautiful it took one’s breath away.
Then, that face smiled at Lanling and said softly, “My lord, it’s getting late, let’s rest.”
“Okay,” Lanling said.
After that, ng Tuoluo’s delicate hand hooked Lanling’s neck as she slowly lay down.
“I’ve said it, I am willing to accept the outco of the bet, it’s your turn,” ng Tuoluo spoke hoarsely, “Although I’ve been married over a dozen tis, I have never been touched by a man; I am still pure and untainted.”
ng Tuoluo’s eyes began to show a slight panic, her breathing erratic.
She was a woman who was pure, and even though her soul and mind had fallen, her body remained untouched.
Her decision to give herself to Lanling was driven by revenge, to get back at the man she deeply loved, the man who betrayed her.
Yet at this mont, she truly felt frightened.
Handing herself over completely seed harder than she had imagined.
She had once cherished her body very much, wanting to give herself whole to the man she loved after the wedding.
However, that man abandoned her like she was nothing, completely betraying her.
Afterward, she gave up on herself, beca utterly debased, feeling like she was worthless.
The man before her, Suo Lun, was her confidant, so talented and so handso.
Using him to seek revenge against the man she had once loved was an excellent choice.
But when the mont truly arrived, she found it unbearable.
Her entire mind, her entire soul, was filled with the image of that man— the man she loved and hated so deeply.
Her body, inside and out, seed to bear the imprint of that man.
To now enter into another man, no matter how charming and outstanding Suo Lun was, her entire body and soul resisted.
ng Tuoluo was truly going mad; even at this mont, she could not forget that man.
No matter how much she professed to hate him, her body always regarded itself as his possession and resisted anyone else’s entry.
“No, I don’t want this, I have to shatter your image,” ng Tuoluo scread inside, “I cannot be so weak, I must drive him out, destroy him.”
Then, ng Tuoluo bit her teeth fiercely and said, “Suo Lun, it’s your turn.”
After speaking, she closed her beautiful eyes, waiting for that mont to co.
Lanling looked at the painfully tornted, beautiful face and asked, “Do you now instinctively see as him?”
ng Tuoluo did not answer; although she wanted to deny it, the answer was indeed affirmative— she closed her eyes to pretend Lanling was the man she loved.
Lanling suddenly stopped.
“Why stop?
Am I not beautiful?” ng Tuoluo asked, “Haven’t you been waiting for this mont?
This is your only chance to live.”
Lanling certainly knew, to make a woman not kill him, he must first conquer her heart, and to conquer her heart, he must first possess her body.
ng Tuoluo said, “I can even tell you, today is a day when I am more likely to conceive.
If I truly beco pregnant, I probably won’t let my child be fatherless.”
“Suo Lun, I must kill you, but I don’t want to,” ng Tuoluo said, “Because you are so much like , you understand so well, you possess such extraordinary artistic talent, soone like you should be alive.
So, I must find a sufficient reason not to kill you, such as having an intimate relationship with you, or perhaps carrying your child.”
Lanling looked at ng Tuoluo in astonishnt; he truly hadn’t expected her to have such complex thoughts.
“So if you don’t give a good enough reason, how could I not kill you?” ng Tuoluo said.
“Why must you kill ?” Lanling asked.
“Zhi Ning has ordered to kill you, and if I don’t, the consequences will be severe,” ng Tuoluo said, “Do you know why no hunter dares to kill soone from the Black Widow tribe?”
Lanling said, “Because you will retaliate, you will kill them thoroughly and their families as well.”
ng Tuoluo said, “I don’t have that kind of power, my influence is just a corner of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The ones who can kill those hunters and their families thoroughly are Zhi Ning and Zhi Li; they have a very powerful and mysterious underground force.”
Suddenly, Lanling had an epiphany.
ng Tuoluo said, “They need the military power of a Barbarian Tribe, so my Poisonous Snake Tribe was preserved intact and has beco increasingly powerful.
The surrounding tribal powers, in order to avoid being wiped out by the hunters, have no choice but to co and pledge allegiance to .”
Lanling understood, it was just like on Earth where so superpowers nurture terrorist organizations.
Then these terrorist forces are like a brick, attacking wherever they’re needed.
For example, they operate only in Syria, and absolutely not in Saudi.
“So, to save your own life, you want to sleep with ,” ng Tuoluo said.
“I need a reason not to kill you.
To win a woman’s heart, you must first win her body, and it’s best to impregnate her.
As a playboy, you should understand this better than anyone.”
“So, if you really took , there would still be a slim chance of survival.
But if you don’t sleep with , you’re undoubtedly going to die,” ng Tuoluo enunciated each word.
“As for being a stand-in for that man, what does it matter?
Is honor more important than life?
You choose.”
Then, ng Tuoluo once again closed her eyes.
Lanling was suddenly faced with a life-or-death decision, to choose honor or survival?
To choose survival was to sleep with the world’s most beautiful woman, and possibly live on.
The only downside was being used as a stand-in for soone else by this woman.
If it was an affectionate act with one’s wife, yet being treated as a substitute for another man, it would undoubtedly be the most painful thing.
However, the woman before him was not a wife, just a pitiful woman.
But if he chose honor, then he would leave this wonderful body, and death might be the outco.
Lanling had to gamble with his life!
…
As if he hesitated for a long ti, yet it seed only a mont, Lanling left ng Tuoluo’s delicate body, then sorsaulted and sat quietly, motionless.
Feeling Lanling’s departure, ng Tuoluo opened her beautiful eyes and slowly said, “Have you made your choice?”
“Yes,” Lanling said.
ng Tuoluo asked, “Aren’t you afraid of death?”
“I am afraid of dying,” Lanling answered.
“I have to protect my sister.
I have to revive the Suo Family.
I can’t die.”
“Then why make this choice?
Why choose a dead end?” ng Tuoluo said.
“rely for a man’s dignity, unwilling to be a substitute for another?”
“I don’t know why,” Lanling said.
“I didn’t choose with reason, but with impulse and emotion.
My heart told to leave your body.”
ng Tuoluo also stood up and said, “Perhaps you are still betting on another possibility.
If you slept with , I might feel justified in killing you.
But if you didn’t, I might develop admiration and let you go.”
Lanling pondered for a mont and then said, “I don’t think I had that in mind.
Maybe my choice was rely due to being childish, simply not wanting to be soone else’s substitute, perhaps just for the sake of dignity.”
ng Tuoluo’s beautiful eyes gazed at Lanling and she asked again, “Are you afraid of death?”
She repeated the question.
Once more, Lanling answered, “I am, because I need to protect my sister.
I have to revive the Suo Family.”
ng Tuoluo’s jade hand gently stroked Lanling’s face, softly saying, “You really are a proud man.
If I hadn’t fallen in love with soone else first, I perhaps would have fallen for you.
But my heart can no longer accommodate a second person.”
Lanling smiled again, not answering.
“Also, what I said was true.
If you had really taken just now, I might have really gotten pregnant, I might have really been unable to kill you,” ng Tuoluo said.
“I really don’t want to kill you, but I must, because I need to protect my people.”
“I… must kill you.
I’m sorry.”
Lanling gave her a forlorn smile, then nodded his head.
“Do you have any last wishes?” ng Tuoluo asked.
Lanling said, “To protect my sister, but that’s sothing you can’t do.”
“I’ll do my best,” ng Tuoluo said.
“Do you bla ?”
Lanling shook his head and said, “You’re just a pitiful woman.”
“Then why don’t you fight back?” ng Tuoluo asked.
“I have fought back, with all my effort and intelligence,” Lanling said.
Indeed, he had fought back, and he had almost reached ng Tuoluo’s heart.
But in the final mont, he chose the intangible dignity over being soone else’s substitute, severing his last sliver of a chance to survive.
“Well then, close your eyes,” ng Tuoluo said.
“I will enshroud your corpse well and send it back to your family.
From now on, I will no longer be the Black Widow.
I will no longer drink n’s blood, no longer seek handso n to marry.
I will rember that there was such a handso, outstanding, lancholic man, who almost entered my heart.”
Lanling closed his eyes, as if betting on one last faint possibility.
Tears slid from ng Tuoluo’s beautiful eyes.
She brought her lips close to Lanling’s neck, first lightly caressing, gently kissing.
And finally, she opened her mouth wide, her white teeth flashing, and ferociously bit down.
In an instant, blood spurted wildly, flooding into ng Tuoluo’s mouth, pouring down her throat.
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