Chapter 110 Doing Villainous Things (Part 3)

Xiao Ming was slightly hunched over at this moment, head lowered, his lips moving slightly.

Chi Lianer, however, was different; she was the opposite of Xiao Ming.

She held her head high, resting it against the pillar behind her, her willow-leaf eyebrows fluttering like butterfly wings.

Chi Lianer's eyes were half-closed, her red lips slightly parted, and a strange expression of comfort and intoxication appeared on her face.

The grand and gloomy hall was currently shrouded in this extremely contradictory atmosphere.

The air was slowly filled with the scent of ocean waves, yet it was still difficult to dispel the faint, lingering smell of blood in the hall.

The dim lights intertwined, casting a pair of swaying, flickering shadows upon the stone pillars engraved with demonic patterns.

As Xiao Ming pushed further, Chi Lianer twisted her body slightly; one hand reached back to grip the stone pillar she was leaning against, her fingertips pressing against the raised demonic patterns to keep herself from sliding down.

Their figures were intertwined, and the battlefield gradually shifted from the stone pillar to the main throne, as time slipped away unnoticed...

(Three thousand words of intimate descriptions omitted)

"Bang! Crash—!"

It was unknown how much time had passed when a not-so-loud, yet exceptionally clear sound of porcelain shattering and objects shifting faintly penetrated through layers of barriers, reaching the ears of Tu Yu, who remained in a stupor behind the screen.

His eyeballs rolled violently beneath his eyelids as he struggled to wake from his hazy dream.

The thirst in his throat made him subconsciously move his lips.

Tu Yu lifted his heavy eyelids with difficulty, staring blankly at the dim ceiling of the hall for a while; his consciousness slowly returned, followed by an even clearer, omnipresent dull pain and weakness.

"Water... Lian... Lianer... I want to drink water..."

He opened his mouth, his voice as hoarse and weak as an old bellows, almost inaudible in the vast and quiet bedchamber.

He seemed accustomed to the fact that every time he woke up, as long as he made a sound, that familiar, beautiful figure would appear, carrying tea at the perfect temperature, looking at him with concern in the charming eyes he once thought were filled with love, and soothing him with a soft voice.

However, this time, after his weak call, the only response was an even deeper silence.

No, it was not entirely silent.

Beneath that silence, it seemed... faintly, some sound was coming through?

The sound was extremely faint, blurry, and intermittent, as if coming from a very distant place, yet also as if it were right before his eyes.

In this dead of night, when all was silent, it was like the whispers of a ghost, stubbornly drilling into his ears as he had just regained some consciousness.

Tu Yu was initially bewildered, thinking it was a hallucination caused by his pain-induced stupor.

He tried to focus, wanting to hear clearly what the sound was.

However, when he truly concentrated his remaining perception and tried hard to discern it—

The sound seemed... a little clearer?

"Mm... Saint... Saint... Lord..."

An extremely subtle, yet profound and seductive sound pierced through the screen, like a red-hot steel needle, violently stabbing into his eardrums!

"Boom—!!!"

Tu Yu's brain felt as if it had been smashed hard by a heavy hammer, instantly going blank!

Immediately after, boundless cold mixed with magma-like rage and unbelievable, excruciating pain swept through every corner of his body!

That voice... that tone, that quality!

It was Chi Lianer!

He would never mishear it!

Saint?

It was... it was Xiao Ming!

It was the enemy who had ruined everything for him and caused him to fall into such a miserable state.

Chi Lianer was actually here with him, in this main hall of War Demon Peak?

Near the throne where his father once issued orders, the throne he once thought he would inherit sooner or later, and right in front of him... doing such a thing?

Boundless humiliation, rage, resentment, and the heart-wrenching pain of betrayal were like thousands of dull knives, frantically churning inside his chest!

He wanted to roar, to bellow, to rush out and tear those two into pieces!

However, he couldn't even move his limbs with the slightest bit of strength; he could only lie paralyzed on the bed like a pile of mud.

The intense emotional shock caused his Qi and blood to surge, and his vision went black in waves.

He could only turn his head slightly, staring with bloodshot eyes that were about to burst, glaring fixedly in the direction the sound came from.

His body trembled violently due to extreme anger and helplessness, which in turn moved his bandaged, mutilated limbs, causing even more intense pain, but he could no longer feel it at all.

The faint sounds continued, like the most malicious curse, constantly whipping his remaining consciousness.

Every movement and every pause felt like slow slicing at his heart.

He could almost "see" the maddening scene—the beautiful woman he once treated with gentleness was now, with all her heart, doing her utmost to please his enemy...

"Pfft—!"

Finally, overcome by rage, a mouthful of scalding blood could no longer be suppressed and burst from his mouth, staining the quilt on his chest red, and completely reddening the world before his eyes.

Endless darkness and icy hatred engulfed his last bit of consciousness like a tide.

Before falling into a complete coma, there was only one unforgettable thought, like poisonous fire, branded deep into his Soul:

"Xiao Ming! Chi Lianer! I want you... to die a horrible death! Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering! Never to be reincarnated!"