novelapdf Chapter 187 The Last Kiss
Chapter 187 The Last Kiss
"You promised to earn merit by saving lives, but instead you've sent me into a death trap?"
"This is so unfair to the players!"
The fingers unconsciously exerted force.
The jade bottle containing the top-grade elixir, which was tightly clenched in his palm, was forced to develop fine cracks.
The shattered jade pieces pierced the flesh, oozing a glaring red.
He dejectedly let go of his hand.
"Don't bother..."
"Little White Dragon, it's no use."
An extremely weak yet clear voice echoed faintly in the deathly silent cave.
Su Qingying opened her eyes at some point.
His unfocused pupils stared at Mo Chengyue's anxious and busy figure.
There was no fear of death in his eyes.
Instead, it reveals a sense of relief and tranquility, as if one has seen through life and death.
As soon as those three words came out.
Mo Chengyue's body stiffened abruptly, and his scalp tingled.
Instinctively, I wanted to draw upon all the knowledge I had acquired throughout my life and continue to use sophistry to cover up my blunders.
"Senior sister, you've mistaken me for someone else."
"What white dragon and black-haired pig? I'm actually Wang Ergou, a kind-hearted wandering cultivator who just happened to be passing by."
"You're not thinking clearly right now; you're hallucinating."
"Shut up and save your energy. I'm going to go look through the 'Ancient First Aid Manual' again."
but.
When he looked down at Su Qingying's face.
Bloodless.
It was gradually enveloped by deathly aura.
Her stunningly beautiful face now appeared ashen.
All those self-deceiving lines were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
He put away all his joking and banter.
It turned into a long silence.
This implicitly acknowledged the identity he had been trying to conceal.
"You woman, do you have radar in your eyes?"
He muttered a complaint under his breath.
His voice was slightly hoarse.
"I've disguised myself so well, how come you saw right through me?"
Su Qingying didn't pick up on that joke.
She knew her time was near, and her breathing grew weaker and weaker.
"In this world, there is no one who can suppress demonic poison with such domineering yang energy."
"Who else could it be but you?"
She stated the facts in a calm tone.
"Cough cough..."
A trickle of black blood spilled from her lips.
"I want to see..."
"Look at what's under your mask."
She trembled as she raised her right hand, which was covered in sticky blood.
His fingertips hovered awkwardly in mid-air, trembling slightly.
"Let me see that shameless scoundrel who spouts nonsense and lies endlessly."
"Just how punchable is that face of his?"
Mo Chengyue's absolute rationality and emotions clashed violently.
The rational side shouted: The first rule of survival is: never expose your photos, even if you die!
The emotional side retorted: "The person is almost gone, and you're still standing here trying to uphold justice!"
finally.
He sighed heavily.
They completely abandoned their proud principle of "not revealing their true colors" and their underhanded approach.
"Alright, considering how poorly you've achieved your KPIs this time."
Consider it a gift to see you off in your final days.
He slowly lowered his head.
He deliberately brought his face close to her cold fingers.
The cold, heavy bronze mask was gently lifted off by Su Qingying's trembling fingers.
"Clang!"
The mask fell onto the stone platform with a crisp sound.
What came into Su Qingying's view.
It was a handsome but unremarkable face.
That junior disciple from the lower level who always carries spiritual tea and wears a professional fake smile on the second floor of the Sutra Repository.
Mo Chengyue, who calls everyone "senior brother" or "senior sister," is the best at slacking off.
Before him stood a ruthless and decisive man, a master of ancient and domineering thunder magic.
At this moment, the perfect overlapping puzzle is completed.
"I'm not very talented, please excuse my poor skills."
Mo Chengyue forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Are you disappointed that you didn't grow to have three heads and six arms?"
Su Qingying first opened her eyes wide in surprise.
The face that was all too familiar was reflected in his pupils.
Immediately, a single, glistening tear slid down her cheek.
A pale smile appeared on her lips.
It contains a mix of self-deprecation and acceptance.
"It was you..."
"That junior brother Mo who spends his days loafing around in the Sutra Repository."
Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.
"You played such a pathetic game in the ring, it turns out you were just messing with me."
"I'm searching the whole world for that lecherous thief."
"I swear I'll tear him to pieces."
"I never imagined that the person who took my virginity would be you."
As soon as those words were spoken...
It was no less than a bolt of divine lightning striking Mo Chengyue's sea of consciousness.
His whole body split open on the spot.
Their proud double trump card and hidden past have been thoroughly exposed.
The most crucial top-secret documents were read aloud to his face.
He was utterly shocked and asked in a choked voice:
"Holy crap! How did you even know that?"
"I was wearing a mask at the time, and I blocked your vision."
"I don't even know what I look like, how did you recognize me?"
"Did you secretly turn on full map view behind my back?"
Mo Chengyue was completely panicked.
"Senior sister, you can't say things like that, it'll affect my chances of finding a cultivation partner!"
Su Qingying smiled even more as she looked at his exasperated expression.
Do you think something left inside someone else's body can be hidden forever?
She asked in a soft voice.
"That day at Wanqi Mountain, there was a pink poisonous fog."
"The bone-corroding poison and the rampaging cold energy within my body."
"It's all thanks to your domineering and unreasonable pure yang energy that it's been suppressed."
Mo Chengyue swallowed hard, trying to appear calm.
"That might be because the cultivation method I practice is rather special..."
"On the day I formed my core, my spiritual energy went berserk."
Su Qingying interrupted his sophistry.
"The last wisp of Yang energy deep within my meridians helped me survive the life-or-death crisis."
"That feeling that made me so ashamed that I had nightmares, yet also gave me a strange sense of peace."
"It's exactly the same as when they rescued me by the mud pit just now."
"It's exactly the same as when you transferred spiritual energy to me just now."
She stared into his eyes.
"Are you still going to try to deny it, my dear junior brother?"
Mo Chengyue has completely lost his temper.
This woman is practically a detective; her logic is so rigorous it's watertight.
She pieced together all the facades she thought were flawless, bit by bit.
"Fine, you win."
Mo Chengyue dejectedly admitted defeat.
"I had no choice at the time. You were under the influence of aphrodisiacs and deadly poison. If I didn't do it, you would have exploded on the spot."
"Although I incidentally borrowed your Yin energy to break through my cultivation level, I swear my original intention was absolutely to save lives and heal the wounded!"
He quickly put on his armor.
"I was planning to take this secret to my grave, but who knew you were so shrewd."
"Now the cause and effect are settled, right? You can't die and come back as a ghost to settle accounts with me."
Faced with Mo Chengyue's astonished expression and eager explanation.
Su Qingying gently shook her head.
I remained silent on the topic of cause and effect.
In the final moments of her life, she retained a touch of cunning and a secret joy that belonged to a woman.
She looked at this man who usually acted like an honest person, but was actually quite ruthless behind the scenes.
I feel that this journey through life wasn't too bad.
The hatred that had filled him was transformed into other emotions the moment he learned the truth.
"Mo Chengyue".
She called him by his full name for the first time.
"You're... really cunning, and also very annoying."
"He usually pretends to be a useless piece of trash, watching me make stupid mistakes in the ring before going all out."
"You must be secretly laughing at me for frantically searching for him everywhere, right?"
Mo Chengyue waved his hands repeatedly.
"No, no, absolutely not, I was terrified."
"The way you were wielding the Azure Spirit Sword, you looked like you were about to smash the sect's main hall to pieces. How could I dare to utter a sound?"
Su Qingying ignored his banter.
Her vision began to blur, and her breathing became extremely weak.
"However, you can't escape this time."
She used up all the strength she had left.
She cupped Mo Chengyue's stiff face in her hands.
He slightly raised his chin.
Touching my cold, soft lips.
It was deeply imprinted on his forehead.
That icy touch carried an inescapable stench of blood.
It slammed heavily into Mo Chengyue's usually calm and collected heart.
Inside the dark cave.
All that remains is this tender warmth that transcends hatred and death, a beauty that is both poignant and exquisite.
Mo Chengyue knelt helplessly in front of the stone platform, a corner of his heart that had been tightly sealed off suddenly collapsing.