novelapdf Chapter 238 I pretended to be dead and they actually grabbed my sleeve
Chapter 238 I pretended to be dead and they actually grabbed my sleeve
The night was dark.
A dim glow swirled around the outer array. This depression was completely sealed off by the night.
Su Qingying, carrying the Jade Spirit Sword, walked silently toward the southeastern gap in the camp.
The second watch mission has officially begun.
A cold wind whipped up the hem of her dark, fitted outfit. Her back was to the camp, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, her gaze fixed on the depths of darkness.
Mo Chengyue brushed the remaining medicinal powder off his palm and was the first to crawl into the large tent made of patterned cloth.
He took the center position and lay down fully clothed, his hands crossed over his abdomen.
Yu Jianhuan chuckled softly, casually brushed a stray hair behind her ear, and followed her into the tent.
Jin Qiaoqiao examined her newly bandaged left arm and walked to the innermost sheltered corner of the tent.
She sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and regulated her breathing, her demonic energy slowly circulating within her body.
Mo Chengyue's surface breathed evenly.
His divine sense had already spread out silently. Invisible threads of perception wove together into a net, covering the entire camp.
He secretly monitored every movement inside and outside the camp.
The campfire outside the tent gradually died down, leaving only a pile of dark red embers. The temperature inside the tent then plummeted.
Yu Jianhuan, who was lying on the left side, moved.
Her rose-purple skirt spread silently on the ground. Following the heat source beside her, she crossed the safety line left by Mo Chengyue.
A pair of pale fingers pierced through the darkness and landed on Mo Chengyue's arm.
He clenched his fingers tightly, gripping the sleeve firmly.
She pressed half her face directly against the edge of the man's shoulder, her waist following suit.
Warm breaths rhythmically pattered on the skin of my neck.
Mo Chengyue's heart pounded wildly.
The Breath Convergence Technique of the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic is instantly activated to its maximum.
He forcibly shut down the muscle's stress response, reducing his heart rate to freezing point.
"If I play dead, it's others who will be embarrassed."
Mo Chengyue silently recited the supreme principle in his heart, completely relinquishing control over his body.
An hour passes in the blink of an eye.
The warning flags outside the tent emitted a very low hum. The second watch of the night had ended.
The curtain was lifted. A cold night wind rushed in.
Su Qingying stepped into the tent, her body radiating a chilling aura.
She stopped walking and went straight to Jin Qiaoqiao's berth.
The hilt of the Azure Spirit Sword struck the ground twice. The sound was muffled and restrained.
Jin Qiaoqiao, who was in a light sleep due to her injuries, suddenly opened her pair of eerie golden phoenix eyes.
She nodded in the dim light, propped herself up with one hand, and prepared to get up and take over the night watch at midnight.
Su Qingying turned and walked towards her bunk.
A cool gaze pierced the darkness, precisely locking onto the center of the tent.
Yu Jianhuan pressed herself against Mo Chengyue, their bodies completely intertwined.
She not only gripped his sleeves with both hands, but her long right leg also crossed the line and pressed down on the man's hem, her posture extremely aggressive.
Su Qingying's icy aura suddenly plummeted to freezing point.
Inside the quiet tent, the air pressure dropped sharply. A tense, confrontational atmosphere permeated the air.
Su Qingying did not rebuke her.
She stood still, her gaze lingering on the two men's overlapping clothes for three breaths.
His right hand rose slightly. His wrist rotated in the perfect arc honed through countless sword-drawing exercises.
The unsheathed Azure Spirit Sword transformed into a dark shadow, slicing through the darkness.
The tip of the sword sheath precisely and gently struck three-tenths of the way down Yu Jianhuan's wrist.
She did not use a single bit of spiritual power.
Using only exquisite physical force, without alerting Mo Chengyue, she silently peeled Yu Jianhuan's nail-stained hand from the man's sleeve.
Push your wrist outward.
That hand was forcibly pried open by half a foot.
Yu Jianhuan kept her eyes closed and her breathing steady.
The hand that had been pushed away made a strange reversal motion.
The moment the sword sheath left, the hand made a bend in mid-air, heading straight for its original position.
Her fingers gripped Mo Chengyue's arm precisely once more, and she pulled him forcefully into her arms.
"cold."
A soft moan escaped from Yu Jianhuan's nose.
A cold glint flashed in Su Qingying's eyes.
His wrist twitched again. The Azure Spirit Sword sheath followed, forcefully cutting into the gap between the two.
The sword sheath rose. The hand was once again pried open by an irresistible force.
A physical contest, devoid of cultivation and relying solely on muscular instincts, officially unfolded within the confined space.
Yu Jianhuan completely abandoned her feigned sleeping posture. She reached out with both hands and directly hugged Mo Chengyue's left arm, their fingers interlocking tightly.
Su Qingying gripped the sword hilt tightly and pressed down with her arm.
The end of the scabbard pressed against the knuckles of Yu Jianhuan's hand, prying it open little by little.
Their breathing became rapid in the darkness.
Mo Chengyue remained in a corpse-like state, letting his left arm be pulled.
He desperately suppressed his instinct to retaliate within his mind.
"Is a swordsman's wrist meant for this?!"
"Those five blows all hit my numb veins!"
With her hands blocked, Yu Jianhuan straddled Mo Chengyue's waist with her right leg, attempting to seize territory.
Su Qingying subtly adjusted her steps, lowered her sword sheath, and precisely struck the acupoint on the outside of Yu Jianhuan's knee.
Yu Jianhuan pulled her leg back in pain, and took the opportunity to grab the sleeve tightly with both hands.
Her nail polish pierced through the fabric, digging deep into Mo Chengyue's flesh.
Mo Chengyue's brow twitched.
"And that crazy woman on the left, your nails are digging into my flesh!"
He endured the pain and continued to maintain a steady, feigned breathing pace.
Su Qingying weighed the potential consequences of drawing her sword, which could cause the formation to malfunction.
This kind of street-scrambling, food-grabbing tug-of-war is a serious insult to the proud and aloof spirit of a sword cultivator.
A cold snort escaped her lips. Su Qingying decisively sheathed her Azure Spirit Sword.
She did not wake Mo Chengyue, who was in a deep sleep.
With a somber expression, he walked to the empty space to the right of Mo Chengyue.
Su Qingying lay down fully clothed.
His posture was upright, and his back exuded the sharpness of a drawn sword.
The distance between the edge of his body and Mo Chengyue was exactly the width of a fist.
This is the bottom line of not overstepping the bounds.
It is also a defensive iron wall that declares sovereignty to the woman on the left and completely blocks her attack route.
"Those who cross the line will be executed."
Su Qingying uttered three words in an extremely low voice, her killing intent undisguised.
Yu Jianhuan did not back down despite the warning.
She buried her face in Mo Chengyue's shoulder, her red lips deliberately brushing against the man's collar.
"Junior sister's sword is really cold, nothing like the warmth of junior brother's arms."
She retorted in a heavily nasal voice, her tone full of defiance.
Su Qingying didn't reply. She tightened her grip on the Azure Spirit Sword, causing a barely perceptible friction sound to emanate from the scabbard.
In the shadows.
Jin Qiaoqiao pulled back the foot she had half-stepped out.
She stood quietly in the shadows, her golden phoenix eyes shining brightly in the night.
A look of astonishment filled his face.
She witnessed the entire process of these two Hehuan Sect beauties openly and secretly vying for a man's affections.
The shock of this scene far surpassed the fierce battles among the scattered cultivators vying for spirit stones on the outskirts of the ruins.
Humans are utterly hypocritical.
The demons, having set their sights on a spouse, simply snatched him away, while the two of them secretly vied for a piece of clothing.
Jin Qiaoqiao's eyes twitched violently twice.
She couldn't understand the complex and awkward way human monks expressed their emotions.
He raised his hand and straightened the coat on his shoulder.
The corners of his mouth involuntarily curved into a slight arc, which he then tried his best to flatten.
A disdainful breath escaped from his nostrils.
"childish."
She uttered two words.
Without hesitation, he lifted the curtain and stepped into the cold night wind to carry out his night watch.
Outside the tent.
Jin Qiaoqiao took a deep breath of the cold air. She tried to dispel the absurd images in her mind.
He lowered his head to examine the jade pendant at his waist. His gaze inadvertently swept over his long, flowing hair.
She was shocked to discover the anomaly.
The ends of her long, dark hair were uncontrollably tinged with a very faint, shimmering pink glow.
This is a special reaction of the Peacock royal bloodline.
This instinctive phenomenon is only triggered when one is nervous, has a racing heart, or is emotionally aroused.
Images of being forced into dual cultivation within the formation flashed uncontrollably through my mind.
That domineering, scorching pure yang energy seemed to flow through his entire body once again.
The pupils contracted violently.
She tried to use her demonic power to suppress the throbbing.
The fluorescence actually became brighter.
"A powerful demon in the Transformation Stage actually developing an attachment to the body temperature of a human? That's utterly absurd!"
She gritted her teeth.
The physical and mental subjugation brought about by the contract is far more honest than her verbal toughness.
She pulled the large cloak over her head and covered it tightly.
The scalding heat emanating from behind my ears felt completely out of place in this cold wind.
Inside the tent.
Mo Chengyue silently reduced the operating speed of the "Yin Yang De He Jing" to the minimum.
"Are these two using me as a base to fight for sect resources?"
"Is that distance, roughly the distance of a punch to the right, used to delineate a buffer zone for spheres of influence?"