Chapter 76 A World (1/2)

"I'm here."

Ruan Tang's voice was soft and gentle, yet carried an undeniable seriousness.

She pressed her forehead against him, carefully transferring a wisp of spiritual energy to him.

That wisp of spiritual energy, carrying her unique, sweet, herbal scent, attempted to soothe the blood-red turbulent waves in his sea of ​​consciousness.

However, the moment the spiritual energy came into contact, they were like moths drawn to a flame.

In an instant, it was completely swallowed up by the boiling, blood-red hell in his mind, without even causing a ripple.

Yan Yu's body showed no change.

Those blood-red eyes were still two burnt holes, terrifyingly empty, unable to reflect her image at all.

He was trapped.

He was trapped in a bloody, inescapable hell all by himself.

Ruan Tang felt a sharp pain in her heart, so intense that her fingertips went numb.

She was frantic with worry, but completely helpless.

Her mind was a complete mess, and finally, her gaze was fixed on the man's bloodshot eyes.

To form a bond.

He asked yesterday.

He seems to... take this very seriously, as if it were his life.

"Yan Yu!"

Ruan Tang abruptly withdrew her spiritual power, her small hands cupping his face tightened suddenly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

Ignoring his pain, she shouted out each word with all her might:

"Let us form a bond!"

"Now!"

"immediately!"

"As long as you nod, we'll form a pact!"

Become a sworn brother!

These two words, like a red-hot iron rod, were branded deep into Yan Yu's nerves, which were already stretched to their limit.

His stiff body jolted suddenly.

Those unfocused eyes slowly and laboriously turned around.

Finally, a glimpse of her could be seen.

The man saw Ruan Tang's red eyes, and the undisguised heartache and anxiety in them.

He didn't say anything.

The next second, the arms around her waist suddenly tightened!

That force was no longer the despair of wanting to crush her, but a possessiveness that was almost frenzied after losing and regaining her.

He let go with his other hand.

That large, veiny hand with its distinct knuckles trembled uncontrollably as it began to stroke her repeatedly.

head.

Neck.

Shoulder.

arm.

Back...

His touch carried an urgent, even brutal, confirmation, as if he were taking stock of the only treasure he had snatched back from hell.

He was using his most primal sense of touch and his unbridled mental energy to confirm every single detail, inch by inch.

To confirm whether his treasures are truly intact.

Hot.

Soft.

It is complete.

"Tangtang..."

The man's broken, nasal murmur was squeezed out from the deepest part of his throat.

The voice held an unyielding despair.

"Tangtang...Tangtang..."

He called her name again and again, like a lost child, stubbornly.

"I'm here, I'm here."

Ruan Tang could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face.

She wiped her face haphazardly, crying as she desperately tried to find something to say, to pull him completely out of that bloody hell.

She started rambling incoherently: "I'm fine, really fine. You get better soon too, let's get up and form a bond."

"By the way, what kind of spiritual root do you have? The materials for forming a bond need to be prepared according to the spiritual root... I haven't told you yet, I have a mutated water spiritual root..."

"Wait... let's check if we've found all five elemental stones yet. Once we have them, we'll get right away..."

Ruan Tang bombarded him with everything she could think of, completely unaware that as soon as the word "spiritual root" came out, the man's hand stroking her back gradually... slowed down.

Then, it froze.