Chapter 157 It hurts, but I caught you.
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Chapter 157 It hurts, but I caught you.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
Tang Li was like a cannonball, wounded and full of courage, crashing hard into Pei Yunjing's hard, iron-like, and murderous embrace.
The wound on her left arm reopened due to the violent impact, and excruciating pain surged through her like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming her senses.
Tang Li's vision went black, and she almost fainted from the pain.
But she bit her tongue hard, the metallic sweetness of the metal keeping her conscious.
You must not faint, you absolutely must not faint.
Once she lets go, the next thing she'll face is the "Delusion-Slaying" sword that will truly cleave her in two.
"Gotcha..."
Tangli silently recited it in her heart.
With all her might, her two blood-stained hands reached under Pei Yunjing's armpits and tightly wrapped around his lean waist.
Their fingers were clasped tightly together, their knuckles turning white.
She was like a plaster that couldn't be shaken off, clinging her body perfectly to his cold armor.
No matter how the wind and snow howl, no matter how much the wound bleeds.
Lock it in, never let go.
"roar--!!!"
Pei Yunjing, who was suddenly embraced, let out a roar like a frightened wild beast.
In his hallucination, it was just a demon that pounced on him, trying to strangle him.
The feeling of being restrained made him extremely anxious and fearful.
"Get away! Let me go!"
Pei Yunjing struggled frantically.
He dropped the sword in his hand, stretched out his long, powerful hands, grabbed Tang Li's injured shoulder, and tried to tear the thing clinging to his body off.
With his five fingers closed, his sharp nails, though neatly trimmed, still sank deep into the pear's flesh like iron hooks under the influence of his violent internal energy.
It landed right on the wound that had just been cut open by the sword energy.
"Ugh—!"
Tangli was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back.
The pain was like someone sticking their hand into her wound and stirring it around.
But she still didn't let go.
Even though she was trembling with pain, even though tears were streaming down her face, she held on even tighter.
She buried her face in his cold chest, using all her strength to transfer her body heat to him.
"I won't let go... I'd rather die than let go..."
Pei Yunjing became even more agitated, tearing at her forcefully and trying to push her away.
However, the moment his palm was soaked in the warm liquid, Pei Yunjing's movements suddenly stopped.
What is that?
Slippery, scalding hot, sticky...
He lowered his head and stared blankly at his hands.
That hand was stained with bright red blood.
It wasn't the enemy's blood; that blood didn't have that nauseating stench.
The blood was warm.
It carried a familiar aura that... made his very soul tremble.
That's the smell of medicine.
It was the scent that calmed him down on his wedding night.
It was the scent that kept him warm in the carriage.
It was also that... flavor he swore to protect with his life.
"Blood……"
Pei Yunjing muttered to himself, a crack appearing in the violent killing intent within his pure black pupils.
The lingering smell of blood no longer excited him; instead, it filled him with an inexplicable, excruciating fear.
like……
Something that was most important to him was slipping away.
It is being destroyed by his own hands...
"It hurts so much..."
The person in her arms let out a soft, tearful murmur.
Although the sound was faint, it was like a thunderclap, piercing through layers of illusions and striking into Pei Yunjing's chaotic sea of consciousness.
Pei Yunjing's body stiffened, maintaining the posture of trying to push her away, but he could no longer muster any strength.
He stood there blankly in the snow.
He let the little woman covered in blood hug him.
He let the scalding blood stain his battle robe and his hands.
The wind and snow continued to blow.
But the blood-red hell in his eyes seemed to have... stopped burning.