The Wild Beast's Favorite Lily - Chapter 110 (End)

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The
night was deep.
A petite figure stood atop a tree, her pink form conspicuous in the darkness, yet she stood remarkably
steady. As the tree swayed, her figure moved with it, as if one with the branches.
Her eyes were bright, sparkling with a shrewd light, fixed on the black building ahead.
The building exuded a somber aura, especially eerie in the night, making it unapproachable.
The infamous Blood Tower, a mysterious organization in the martial world that took lives for money. No one would want to approach such an evil
place .
But she was an exception! Today, her target was inside. A slight smile
played on her pink lips. Without a mask, she lightly touched the treetop with her toes, her figure moving with the speed of the wind,
disappearing before anyone could even blink.
The heavily guarded building was patrolled by guards. The pink figure darted past them.
"Huh?" A guard sensed something was wrong, turning around to find the building empty.
Was it just an illusion? The guard scratched his head, thinking he was overthinking things, and continued his patrol.
She moved swiftly, her striking pink dress blending seamlessly into the night, making her unnoticed.
She moved with the ease of strolling through her own yard, quickly and deftly reaching the last house, her toes
lightly landing on the roof tiles without a sound.
Here she was! This must be it .
Recently, she'd heard that the Blood Tower was hiding a treasure, heavily guarded, with no one allowed
near except the tower master.
This piqued her curiosity. If there was treasure, wouldn't it be unbecoming of the thieving clan if she didn't steal it? So,
taking advantage of her senior brother's inattention, she secretly slipped out of the valley and arrived at the Blood Tower.
She was confident in her lightness skill; besides her senior brother, few in the world could catch her. Her
effortless arrival at her destination spoke volumes about her ability.
A smug smile played on her lips as she gently moved a small piece of roof tile, listening intently!
Very quiet, not a sound.
Her eyebrows arched slightly, and she leaped off the roof tiles. Her hand pressed against the door, and with a gentle push of her fingertips, the wooden door swung open.
Without furrowing her
brow, she boldly pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room was dark, but that didn't hinder her; she could easily see everything within.
The room was spacious, yet completely empty. Strange, she continued into the inner room.
But the inner room contained only a bed; nothing else.
How odd! She pursed her lips and surveyed the room. A painting on the wall caught her attention.
It was a very ordinary landscape painting, nothing special, but the entire room was devoid of any other decorations,
only that painting…
She walked towards the painting, reaching out not to touch it, but rather to touch the wall beneath it, until she felt
a very small, almost imperceptible curve.
A slow smile curved her lips, and with a gentle press, the wall behind the painting immediately opened.
Haha! She'd found the real culprit.
She immediately entered the dark room. At first, it was a dark corridor, but then, slowly, the corridor widened, and
a sliver of light appeared ahead.
Curious, she walked towards the light, the sudden brightness causing her to squint slightly.
Then, she heard the sound of chains.
What was that! A large iron cage, and inside was… a person.
The person looked up at her, and as her eyes adjusted to the light, she also got a closer look—she gasped softly
. It was a beautiful face, but a beauty tinged with malice.
A head of white hair reaching the ground, even the eyebrows were white, the skin extremely pale, the only color being light brown
eyes and bright red lips.
The face was so beautiful that it was impossible to tell the gender; if it weren't for the fact that he was completely naked, revealing
something not typically associated with women, she would have truly thought he was a woman.
His hands and feet were chained, confined in a large cage, his cold, unwavering eyes fixed on her,
at first glance resembling a beautiful wild beast.
"God, are you... a monster?"
He looks so alluring, with white hair and even white eyebrows—this isn't something an ordinary person would have.
As if understanding her words, the boy coldly lowered his gaze, sat up, then quietly lay back down, closed his eyes, and
ignored her.
Uh... was she being ignored?
She looked at the boy, then glanced around the room. It was empty; besides the iron cage and the boy, there was nothing
else, let alone any treasure.
Strange, could the treasure not be here? Impossible! The information she gathered couldn't be wrong! Her
questioning almond-shaped eyes shifted to the boy sleeping soundly inside the iron cage.
In an instant, her eyes widened.
No way, that treasure is you! A person, and looking so strange—what kind of treasure is this?
She muttered to herself as she walked towards the iron cage. "Hey! Wake up! Can you understand what I'm saying?"
The boy slowly opened his eyes, his light brown eyes devoid of any emotion, quietly looking at her.
The boy remained silent, simply looking at her.
"Hey! Do you understand what I'm saying..." Her words suddenly stopped as she noticed dark bloodstains on the chains binding the
boy .
Upon closer inspection, she saw dried blood on his wrists and ankles, clearly
wounds inflicted by the chains during his struggle.
She frowned, looked down at the lock on the iron gate, took a wire from her waist, deftly
inserted it into the lock, and with a few turns, "snap!" the lock opened immediately.
She opened the iron gate and walked to the boy's side. The boy looked at her, motionless, his brown eyes watching her
squat and deftly unlock the chains binding his hands and feet.
"Ugh! Blood and gore, disgusting!" She glared at the wounds on his hands and feet, and as he tried to pull himself up, she
hissed, "Don't move!"
She glared at him, a hint of heartache in her eyes as she forcefully pulled down her skirt. "Tsk—this is the first time I've ever worn these new clothes!"
she muttered, but her tearing movements were incredibly fast. Her small hands used the torn fabric to bandage the wounds on his hands and feet
.
The boy watched her quietly, a glint of light flashing in his brown eyes.
"All done." She looked at the bandaged wounds with satisfaction.
"I don't have any medicine on me, so I'll have to make do with this for now. Get up."
She stood up and looked at him, saying, "Let's go! I'll take you away. Whether you're a monster or a treasure, at least you look
like a human. Locking someone in a cage is inhumane!"
She muttered as she walked out of the iron cage, only to find that there was no movement behind her.
She turned and glared at him. "Hey, are you leaving or not? If you're not leaving, I'm leaving." She'd been unusually
kind enough to teach him, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—take it or leave it!
The boy didn't speak, only looking at her, his light brown eyes seeming to finally take her seriously.
A delicate, exquisitely sculpted face, crescent-shaped bangs framing her forehead, small and refined features, only her eyes
large and bright.
She wore a pink dress, a jade pendant adorned with intricate carvings hanging from her neck, and a long silk whip tied at her waist.
Although the hem of her dress was tattered, she still looked like a flawless porcelain doll.
"Why?" he asked, his voice extremely faint.
"Ah?" Hearing his voice, she was startled. "So you can talk...what why?"
She had no idea what he was talking about
. "Hey! Are you leaving or not
?" she said impatiently, placing her hands on her sides, her almond-shaped eyes glaring at
him.
"No, I'm not leaving." The boy gently lowered his gaze.
"Ah," his words startled her again, her brows furrowing.
"Whatever! If you don't leave, I'm outta here."
She'd been here too long, and no one had noticed, which was
unusual , making her uneasy.
She didn't want to talk to the boy anymore and turned to leave.
"No, you can't leave either," the boy said.
What!
"Hey!" She turned around, but suddenly gasped. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.
She stared at the boy, who was only a moment away from her, speechless.
When had he gotten so close to her without her noticing? It was truly bizarre…
The boy looked up, his red lips curving into a smile. "You… will stay."
That deep gaze startled her, and before she could reply, she heard footsteps.
Turning her head, she saw several men in black surrounding the small room.
"Young Master." One of the men in black draped a garment over the boy's naked body.
Young Master .
She looked at the boy and immediately understood. "This is a trap."
"The Thief Clan, no one can catch them..." the boy murmured, his brown eyes fixed on her, the flickering light in them
frightening her.
"You're mine!"
"You're mine!" she scoffed, swiftly drawing her silver silkworm whip from her waist,
sweeping it towards the enemies at the door with lightning speed, then flashing away at the first opening.
But she was fast, and the men in black were fast too, immediately surrounding her and immobilizing her.
Damn it!
"Don't resist, I won't hurt you." The boy walked towards her, extending his hand. "Come!"
She glared at the boy, pondering what to do, when she heard familiar footsteps.
"Child!"
A deep male voice drifted down, followed by a loud bang. Smoke billowed.
"Senior Brother!" she exclaimed joyfully, quickly grabbing the man's hand.
"Don't go!" The boy reached out and grabbed the jade pendant around her neck. He heard her groan, and then the pendant slipped
—
in an instant, the smoke dissipated, and the beautiful porcelain doll was gone, leaving only
the carved jade pendant in his hand. He looked down at the pendant. There was no need to chase. The Thieves Clan was renowned for their lightness skills;
in that instant, the other party had already escaped the Blood Tower's territory.
He held the jade pendant, still warm from her body.
Child… he remembered that man called her that. I will find you!
He whispered, clutching the jade pendant tightly, a glint of light flashing in his usually indifferent brown eyes. He will find her…
Chapter 1
The summer sun was blazing, perfect for a nap.
Hua Xi'er handed over a soft silk quilt, reaching for the soft pillow she habitually hugged while sleeping. She touched and touched it, finally finding
it, a satisfied smile curving her lips.
But after a while, she felt something was off. Why did her soft pillow feel so strange to hug? It was warm and fragrant,
not like a pillow at all, but more like…
She opened her sleepy eyes in confusion! “Wow!”
“Hmm… what’s wrong? What happened?” Awakened by the shrill scream, she
opened her round eyes groggily, rubbed them, and lazily yawned.
You, you… Hua Xi’er stared at the woman sleeping next to her, speechless for a long time before finally
shouting.
“Shui Wa’er! When did you get on my bed? You’re not allowed to sleep, get up!”
Before she could finish speaking, this damned woman closed her eyes, intending to continue sleeping
. Hua Xi’er was so angry that she shook Shui Wa’er hard, refusing to let her sleep.
“Don’t shake me, don’t shake me, you’re making my head spin.” Shui Wa’er surrendered and opened her eyes, lazily sitting
up and glancing outside.
It was already dawn. "Xi'er, my stomach's rumbling. I need breakfast."
Shuiwa'er yawned, rubbing her empty belly. Her stomach immediately rumbled.
"Eat your head!" Who was ignoring her? "I'm asking you, I'm asking you, when did you get into my bed?"
Hua Xi'er glared at Shuiwa'er, annoyed.
"Last night!" Shuiwa'er pouted, scratching her messy hair. "You slept like a log, you
didn't even notice me climbing into your bed. Watch out! You've offended so many people, and you still dare to sleep so soundly. One day someone
will send someone to ambush you in the middle of the night, and you'll be dead!"
"Shuiwa'er, have you said enough?" Hua Xi'er glared at her. This woman, her mouth
was always full of nasty words.
"Enough." Shuiwa'er smiled, blinking her eyes and looking at Hua Xi'er ingratiatingly. "Xi'er, I
'm hungry, I want breakfast."
"You..." She glared, glared again, but no matter how hard she glared, she couldn't win against those bright, watery eyes
. Hua Xi'er gave up. "Xi Que." She called for her maid.
Xi Que hurried in, "Miss, why did you wake up so early today..." Before she could finish speaking,
she saw Shui Wa'er and was stunned for a moment.
"Xi Que'er, hello there!" Shui Wa'er greeted her with a grin.
"Go prepare breakfast, come feed this starving ghost." Hua Xi'er said irritably.
"Yes." Xi Que didn't ask any more questions and immediately went out to prepare breakfast.
"Tsk tsk, your Xi Que'er is as clever as ever!" Shui Wa'er chuckled, her
delicate face even more radiant with her smile.
"Don't try to change the subject." Hua Xi'er got off the bed, picked up her outer robe and put it on, giving Shui Wa'er a sidelong
glance . "Tell me! You're the kind of person who never leaves the valley unless there's something wrong, how did you end up here in the middle of the night?"
This woman seemed to be living in seclusion in the Valley of the Thieves, never leaving the valley unless absolutely necessary, and even when she did, it was always
stealthy. She'd return immediately after finishing her business, making people think she was ill
.
Even if she missed home, this wasn't the kind of thinking she was going through. Besides, she didn't seem like someone who missed home at all.
"Sigh, it's hard to explain how loyal to the country can be like this." Shuiwa'er's smile faded, replaced by a mournful expression, her lips
pouting. "It's all my senior brother's fault! He went off to steal a princess, and then he staged a whole drama of jealousy and rivalry
, resulting in the Valley of the Thieves being exposed. Now it's neither secluded nor safe."
Hua Xi'er was taken aback. She had heard about Shuiwa'er's senior brother stealing a princess, but she hadn't
expected it to escalate to this extent.
"But isn't there a formation outside the valley? If you change the formation, no one can get in." She remembered that the Thieves
of the Gods were not only skilled in light-footed martial arts, but their understanding of mechanisms and formations was unparalleled.
"Sigh! If only things were that simple..." "
But my senior brother only remembered to chase after the princess who didn't want him, and just left me in the valley like that. I don't want
to be alone there, it's too scary! Xi'er..."
Shuiwa'er raised her head, looking at Hua Xi'er pitifully, her bright eyes glistening with tears, looking
incredibly pitiful. "Take me in."
"No." Playing the victim didn't work on her, Hua Xi'er coldly snorted, her beautiful eyes narrowing. "You're scared to be alone
in the valley Haha, Shuiwa'er, are you that timid? Tell me! What else are you hiding?"
Hmph! Did she think she was so easy to fool?
"Tsk!" Seeing that playing the victim was useless, Shuiwa'er wiped away her tears, her little mouth pouting. "Ugh! Why are you so suspicious
?"
"Hmph! If I weren't so suspicious, I probably would have been sold without even knowing it!" Hua Xi'er lightly curled her lips, sat down
in a chair , and poured herself a cup of tea.
Knowing that playing dumb was useless, Shuiwa'er had no choice but to honestly tell the reason.
"If I stay in the valley any longer, I'm afraid I'll get caught."
"Haha! Kid, I'm not the only one who's offended a lot of people, you're no less than me! What, even you, the successor of the God of Thieves,
are afraid of being ambushed!" Hua Xi'er laughed heartlessly.
Shui Wa'er immediately glared at her. "I'm not afraid of others, but that person..." She pursed her lips, forced to admit it.
"I'm afraid."
Hua Xi'er stopped laughing, and seeing that the situation seemed really serious, her expression turned serious. "Who is that person?" Shui Wa'er glanced at her, took a deep breath, and helplessly recounted the incident
five years ago, when she was twelve years old, when she secretly sneaked into the "Blood Tower." "Back then, thankfully my senior brother saved me, but I was also targeted. The Blood Tower issued a warrant for my arrest and kept tracking down the location of the Valley of the Thieves, so I dared not leave the valley. Every time I left, I was very careful. Several times I almost got caught, I was scared to death, so I dared not leave the valley even more." Hua Xi'er was dumbfounded and exclaimed in disbelief, "Heavens! You actually offended Leng Wushe, the current leader of the Blood Tower!" The Blood Tower is a well-known assassin group in the martial arts world, and Leng Wushe was already a cold-blooded assassin known throughout the martial arts world before he became the leader. It is said that he has never failed a mission. His silent skills make people die before they even have time to notice his presence. His ghostly figure and the fact that no one has ever seen his true face make him even more fearsome. "White hair, white eyebrows, brown eyes, skin as pale as snow... Are you seeing a ghost?" Does anyone in this world look like that? "If it were a ghost, I wouldn't be afraid," Shuiwa'er said irritably, "but he's not, and I don't know what I did to offend him, that he keeps chasing me." Thinking of that strange boy from back then, she felt uneasy. She still remembered those gloomy brown eyes, cold and indifferent, completely devoid of emotion. Hua Xi'er lowered her head in thought for a while, then looked up at Shuiwa'er. Shuiwa'er, true to her name, was petite and delicate. Even her face and features were small, except for her bright, large eyes, which almost took up half of her small face, and her crescent-shaped bangs, which made her look even more adorable, like a pure lily. "Child, you know, there's usually only one ..." Hua Xier looked at her sympathetically, "Besides, you even saw her naked body! Maybe she was a virgin on her wedding night, and it was the first time she'd ever been seen naked like that! Tsk tsk, no wonder he kept chasing you, he probably just wants you to take responsibility." By the end, Hua Xier was almost gloating. Shuiwa'er immediately shuddered and glared at Hua Xier. "Please! Don't make it sound so scary! I was only twelve years old then, what did I know! Besides, he was prettier than any girl I'd ever seen, I almost mistook him for a woman..." To be honest, when she saw him naked, her gaze was fixed on his wickedly handsome face, and she didn't dare look anywhere else. Recalling that scene from five years ago, Shuiwa felt her ears burning. Meeting Huaxi'er's piercing gaze, her face flushed, and she glared back angrily. "Besides, I don't think he'd be interested in me. That guy doesn't seem like the type to fall in love." She pouted and gave a soft snort. "How so?" Huaxi'er challenged. "He...he's strange." Shuiwa frowned, racking her brains. "He's very handsome. In all , I've never seen anyone more beautiful than him. Locked in a cage, he's like a beautiful wild beast. But his beauty is so sinister..." She paused, trying to describe the boy she remembered. "Sinister...like a demon or monster. And he doesn't just give off a cold feeling, but a strange, eerie feeling, like he has no emotions..." How can someone without emotions understand love ? "Anyway, I don't think he pursued me because he loved me." If he did, it would be terrifying— to be loved by a man like a ghost is too terrifying! The more Shuiwa'er thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. "Really?" Hua Xi'er looked at Shuiwa'er dismissively. "I don't care! I'll stay here for a while anyway." Shuiwa'er pouted and said stubbornly. "Even if you don't allow it, I'm still going to stay." "Is it safe for you to stay here?" She was just an ordinary citizen, no match for the terrifying Blood Tower Master. "Anyway, hiding for a few days shouldn't be a problem. I need to find another secluded place to stay. In any case, Stealing the Divine Valley is better than my senior brother marrying a beautiful woman."

"I can't go back until everyone else does." At least with her senior brother there, there was someone to protect her, but now that he
's gone, her safety is in jeopardy.
Sigh, she could only pray she could get through these days safely.
How wonderful! Hiding in Joy City was definitely the right thing to do.
Shuiwa sat on the railing, swinging her legs, her little hands holding a hot sesame seed cake, munching on it
. Her ordinary little face had a pair of large, bright eyes.
These past few days she had stayed in Huaxi'er's place, eating her food, living her life,
enjoying herself immensely!
At first, she was trembling with fear, appearing with a different face every day, until everything happened,
she finally calmed down, took a plain face mask and disguised herself as an ordinary little girl.
At this moment, she was sitting on the railing of the Longteng Restaurant, watching the annual July Lantern
Festival in Joy City with interest.
People say that the gates of hell open in July. Every July, Joyful City holds a lantern festival, hoping to
drive away wandering ghosts with bright lights.
The festival lasts for seven days, the most lively time in Joyful City. Lanterns of all shapes and sizes
hang in rows along the streets, illuminating the entire city. The cries of vendors and the laughter of the crowds blend into a lively scene.
A big eye rolls around, watching the street scene, while a small mouth still nibbles on a delicious sesame seed cake, the eyes
narrowed into .
"Hmph, so happy!" Hua Xi'er sits on a chair, watching the bustling street with Shui Wa'er, elegantly
sipping her tea, her beautiful eyes glancing at her indifferently.
"Yes, it is happy!" Shui Wa'er nods, finishing her sesame seed cake in a few bites, her eyes fixed on the
hot, freshly baked osmanthus cakes on the street.
"I want to eat osmanthus cakes." She licks her lips, her face full of longing.
"Wait, I'll go buy some right away." Xi Que, hearing this, immediately runs downstairs.
"Thank you." Shuiwa'er smiled happily. "Xi'er, your little sparrow is so thoughtful."
"Yes! But there are always those shameless people who eat, drink, and live for free without any self-awareness."
Hua Xi'er said coldly.
"Ah! This tea is so delicious, fragrant and sweet, wonderful!" Shuiwa'er poured herself a cup of tea,
automatically pretending not to hear.
Hua Xi'er squinted and glared at Shuiwa'er, "Shuiwa'er, is it true that you're being targeted?" Seeing her
leisurely appearance these past few days, with nothing happening, made her wonder if she had been "hyped."
Shuiwa'er sighed, holding the teacup, blinking her big eyes, looking at Hua Xi'er innocently. "Xi'er, do I look
like that kind of person?"
"Very much so." Hua Xi'er answered without hesitation.
Shuiwa'er immediately pouted, about to speak, when she heard a scream from the street. She froze and immediately
looked in the direction of the sound.
"What happened..." Before she could finish speaking, a wounded and bloodied man was seen
scrambling across the opposite rooftop.
A moment later, several men in black surrounded him.
"A feud?" Hua Xi'er frowned at the men in black, noticing
a blood-red ghost fire embroidered on the right arms of each of them.
That mark wasn't...
She immediately looked at Shui Wa'er, who was already pale and speechless.
Because a ghostly figure suddenly appeared among the men in black. He was dressed in white, his
upper face covered by a fanged mask, revealing only his beautiful lips, his white hair fluttering in the wind. The
moment he appeared, the surroundings froze, the atmosphere freezing. No one dared to utter a sound. The wounded man's
face turned deathly pale upon seeing him, staring at the man in terror. "Lord...Lord..."
"Betraying the Blood Tower, that's no small crime." The man spoke, his voice calm and emotionless,
yet chilling to the bone.
The burly man trembled uncontrollably, blood dripping from his sword-wielding hand. Fear made his hands and palms sweat profusely, cold sweat pouring out incessantly.
"Tell me, how do you want to die?" The man's handsome lips curled into a smile, his pale brown eyes devoid of emotion
. The atmosphere grew even more tense with his words, as if a conflict could erupt at any moment.
Clang! Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass broke the heavy atmosphere.
"Ah! Leng Wushe, I'll fight you to the death!" The burly man seemed startled, no longer caring about anything, and swung his sword
at the man.
The moment he moved, the men in black immediately surrounded him! The two sides clashed: the man in white remained motionless, his brown eyes gazing
calmly at the opposite pavilion when he suddenly saw a pair of astonished, bright eyes. Behind the mask, his brown eyes narrowed slightly!
She was just an ordinary little girl, nothing special, but those eyes were familiar. He had seen
the exact same bright, lively eyes five years ago… The appearance was different, but the eyes were the same…
“Child.” He whispered, his voice soft and gentle, yet it reached Shuiwa’er’s ears clearly.
She was startled, seeing a flicker of fire in his brown eyes. She couldn’t help but gasp, and without
hesitation she turned and ran.
Chapter Two:
Good heavens! She really saw a ghost.
Shuiwa’er’s figure flew quickly, not daring to stop, using her lightness skill and all her strength to escape
desperately .
Ugh… she was so easily frightened that she froze at the sight of him, even dropping her cup. That’s
how she attracted his attention.
Now she’s been discovered. With that guy’s inexplicable obsession with her, escaping will be difficult now!
She hadn't forgotten that five years ago, he had unknowingly come within an inch of her, and she hadn't even noticed.
Coupled with the rumors she'd heard in the martial world over the years, his skills must be even more terrifying than before. She doubted whether she
could really escape.
But even if she couldn't escape, she had to! The Thief Clan was renowned for their lightness skills; she couldn't afford to lose face!
Water Child thought, slightly out of breath, until she was several miles away from Joy City and felt that no one was chasing her anymore
before she stopped.
Leaning against a tree, one hand on her hip, she swallowed hard, her breathing rapid. "I...I should have
shaken ..."
She looked behind her—no one was there. "Great, I've shaken him off..."
"Child!"
"Wow!" She shrieked, turning around to see a white figure slowly landing in front of her, those brown
eyes intently watching her through the Yu Liaoya mask.
She was stunned. When had this guy gotten next to her without her even noticing?
"You..." she stammered, too frightened to speak.
Leng Wushe stared intently into those bright, beautiful eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Found you, child." Those
lively almond-shaped eyes confirmed it was her!
"You... what do you want?" Recovering from her shock, Shuiwa'er mustered her courage and defiantly looked up at
him. "Leng Wushe, you've been sending people after me for five years now. What do you want?"
She had a temper too, and now that she'd been caught, she was ready to fight back!
She hadn't done anything to him, at most she'd broken into the Blood Tower once and accidentally seen him naked—it wasn't
her choice, he was the one who wasn't wearing clothes!
"This—it's yours." His tone remained indifferent as he held out his hand, palm open.
"Ah!" Shuiwa'er paused, looking at the emerald jade pendant in his hand. The round
jade pendant, carved with lily patterns against the green background, shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
This was the jade pendant she had worn since childhood, never
leaving .
She hadn't expected him to keep it on him, and that his first words to her were to return it
.
She looked at the pendant, then at Leng Wushe, her face full of confusion. "You... you've been chasing me for five years,
just this? You can't possibly...
" "You... don't want it?" A hint of confusion flashed in his brown eyes, but his voice remained calm, devoid of any
emotion.
"Uh..." Shuiwa'er scratched her head and glanced at him. "If you want it back, of course I'll take it. But
after I take it, you won't follow me like a ghost anymore, right?"
"No," Leng Wushe replied.
Shuiwa'er breathed a sigh of relief and was about to reach for the pendant when Leng Wushe spoke again.
He wouldn't chase her, but he wouldn't let her have a chance to leave either. "
Ah!" Shuiwa'er froze, her outstretched hand hanging in mid-air.
"Your face... is different." He ignored her, his brown eyes fixed on her ordinary face, and reached out to touch it.
"Hey! What are you doing..."
Shuiwa instinctively tried to dodge, but he was faster than her. The human skin on her face was immediately torn off, revealing a
fair and flawless face in his brown eyes.
The bright almond eyes remained the same, but the ordinary face was gone, replaced by a flawless and beautiful face
with small and delicate features, like a porcelain doll.
"No change." She looked the same as five years ago.
"You..." Staring at the masked Leng Wushe, Shuiwa was speechless, truly feeling like she had encountered
a madman . His every move was unpredictable.
No! She had to escape...
But before her thoughts could even form, he had already seen through her.
"You can't escape." He wouldn't let her escape from him again. "This time, no one will save you either."
He wouldn't let the mistake of five years ago happen again.
"You..." Knowing he was right, Shuiwa bit her lip and glared at him angrily. "
Why did you grab me ?"
"I don't know." Leng Wushe replied crisply and concisely.
"Ah," Shuiwa'er was stunned again, her brows furrowing. "If you don't know why you grabbed me, there must be some reason,
right?"
"Reason?" He repeated her words, looking at her with his brown eyes.
"I don't know." He never thought about the reasons, he only knew that he wanted her.
"Leng Wushe. Are you playing with me?" This guy, even his way of speaking is strange, making him completely
unpredictable
. "I don't play with people." He slowly reached out and touched her face, the soft touch of his palm making him smile, his cold
brown eyes revealing a hint of attachment. "Wa'er."
His voice was soft and gentle, yet it carried a trace of tenderness, as if he were cherishing a treasure in his heart.
Shuiwa'er felt her chest flutter, forgetting to dodge his hand, letting him touch her, her almond-shaped eyes unable to leave those
deep brown eyes.
She couldn't help but reach out and remove the mask from his face, a face so beautiful it seemed otherworldly came
into view as the mask was removed.
His skin was as white as snow, with white hair and eyebrows, light brown eyes, and thin, bright red lips, forming a devilishly beautiful face
that made one's heart tremble yet unable to look away.
"Aren't you... afraid?" Leng Wushe didn't flinch, letting her remove her mask, his brown eyes fixed on her
reaction ! He knew he looked strange; no one was unafraid of his appearance.
"Yes." Shuiwa'er turned her head, keenly sensing the fleeting hurt in his brown eyes, which softened her heart a little
.
"My appearance." He smiled, a smile that was somewhat cold and wary. "You look like a monster, don't you?"
He had often heard such descriptions since childhood.
Shuiwa'er nodded, her little face straightforward. "White hair, white eyebrows, such white skin, such light-colored eyes, and
such a captivating appearance—a normal person wouldn't look like this."
When she first saw him, she also thought she had encountered a demon or monster.
"You're afraid too, aren't you..." He withdrew his hand, placing it behind his back, his brown eyes slightly narrowed, his voice calm yet revealing a barely
perceptible loneliness.
"Uh..." His appearance made Shuiwa'er scratch her head, looking more like a child lacking affection.
"I can't help it, of course I'm scared the first time I see you! But I get used to it, and you're so
beautiful, it's quite pleasing to the eye after a while... Wait! What am I saying?" She should be thinking about how
to escape not comforting him
. Leng Wushe raised his brown eyes, seeing Shuiwa'er's annoyed expression, and couldn't help but smile. "Wa'er..."
he called her softly.
Hearing him call her name, Shuiwa'er's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but clutch her chest, feeling her
heart pounding wildly because of his call.
Good heavens, what's wrong with her?
"Am I possessed...?" Her heart was beating so fast just from having her name called, what was wrong with her?
Shuiwa'er couldn't help but look up at Leng Wushe, only to see him also staring intently at her, his eyes seeming to
hold only her, so deep that they seemed to be sucking her in.
She couldn't help but feel a little short of breath. No, this is too dangerous! She had to escape…
“Ah! Senior Brother!” Looking behind Leng Wushe, she cried out in surprise, then, taking advantage of his distraction, she lightly
turned and flew away.
But the white figure was faster than her; in a flash, a long arm encircled her waist, powerfully pulling her into his embrace.
Shuiwa’er tried to retaliate, but a sudden pain shot through the back of her neck, and her vision went black. She fell softly into his arms.
Leng Wushe held her, his arms tightly wrapped around her chest, his fingers gently stroking her face,
a . “Wa’er…”
He caught her!
So warm…
Shuiwa snuggled contentedly against the cushion beside her. It was just the right firmness, and it smelled wonderful,
a light, warm scent she loved.
She sighed contentedly, hugging the cushion tighter like a kitten, her face gently rubbing
against it.
In her drowsy state, she vaguely sensed something was wrong… A cushion should be soft, so why was it both soft and hard?
And it seemed a little big…
She opened her eyes in confusion, the first thing she saw being a strong chest, her hands wrapped around a slender waist.
Looking up, she saw a pair of brown eyes fixed on her, thin lips slightly curved.
Shuiwa'er's eyes widened immediately. "Wow!" She jumped up in fright, almost falling off the bed.
Leng Wushe pulled her into his arms, making her straddle him, their position becoming intimately intimate.
"You..." Shuiwa stared at him, then turned to look at the unfamiliar room. She thought of what happened before she fainted.
"This is..."
"My room in the Blood Tower." He confirmed her guess.
"You, you..."
"I told you, I won't let you escape. I want you by my side." He grasped a strand of her hair, brought it to
his lips, and kissed it.
There was a faint scent of lilies in her hair—her scent, his favorite.
His affectionate actions carried a seductive, wicked charm, and Shuiwa felt her face flush. Only then did
she belatedly realize that she was straddling him, her crotch pressing against his heat intermittently.
She jumped up abruptly, quickly getting off him, turning to the corner of the bed, and then quickly checking her clothes.
Good, nothing was missing.
Shuiwa breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up at Leng Wushe, "Hey! You surnamed Leng, what do you want from me
? "
"I want you to stay by my side," Leng Wushe repeated.
"Stay by your side for what?" she didn't understand. "You want me to steal for you?"
Thinking about it, that was the only benefit of catching her.
"I don't want anything." He looked at her, his brown eyes focused, his tone light yet firm. "I only want you."
His words startled her, and his gaze, so earnest and persistent, left her speechless
.
"You…" How annoying! Her heart raced again. Who told him to say those things, and look at
her like that?
The way he looked at her was as if she were the only person in the world…
Her face flushed. Shuiwa'er remembered what Hua Xi'er had said: a man's persistent pursuit of a woman
usually only had one reason…
"Hey! Leng Wushe, you… you don't actually like me, do you?" Her face red, Shuiwa'er asked awkwardly.
"Like?" Leng Wushe raised an eyebrow, looking at her with confusion.
"What is that?" He didn't understand her meaning.
"Uh…" His question startled her, making her feel a little guilty, and she felt a chill run down her spine.
"If you don't like me, why do you want me to stay by your side?"
Unconsciously, her tone became slightly angry.
"Why are you angry?" He didn't know what he had said wrong, and his handsome brows furrowed involuntarily.
"Because of liking? What's that?
" "You…" Seeing his puzzled expression, Shuiwa'er also frowned. "Don't you know what liking is?
What is it?" he asked, his brown eyes full of confusion.
"Really? You've never liked anything?" Shuiwa'er looked at him in surprise.
Leng Wushe looked at her, his handsome face full of confusion.
"Aren't you angry anymore?" He was more concerned about this.
"You… Pfft!" Shuiwa'er couldn't help but laugh, her bright smile making her face look even sweeter, and her almond-shaped eyes even
brighter.
Strange, she clearly thought he was very strange, not even knowing what liking was, yet his expression of fear for her
anger made her find him so adorable.
What kind of man is he?
Sometimes he's cold and emotionless, frightening; other times he's as innocent as a child,
making it impossible to be angry with him.
"You smiled." Leng Wushe looked at Shuiwa'er's smile in surprise, his large hand caressing her face. "Wa'er…
" he called her, in that soft, subtly gentle tone.
Shuiwa'er blushed, a hint of awkwardness on her face. "Why…why do you keep calling my name?"
And every time, with that voice, that look, it made her heart flutter.
"Don't you like it?" He looked at her, his cold demeanor vanishing before her, leaving only focused
purity .
Looking at her, calling her name, touching her, filled his heart with a deep warmth, dispelling
the emptiness .
"It's not that I don't like it…" she murmured, looking at him, his warm palm caressing her face, making her heart
tingle, and she didn't even think to pull away.
Strange, she seemed to dislike him less, even his touch, and... she even seemed
to like it a little. This unfamiliar feeling made her uncomfortable.
"Stay with me, okay?" He gently twirled her hair around his fingers, and they were
very close, close enough for him to smell her fragrance.
His handsome face softened slightly, and his cold brown eyes became warm and gentle, tinged with a touch of affection.
"Even if I said no, you wouldn't let me leave, would you?" Shuiwa pouted, looking at
him with a hint of endearing coquettishness.
"Yes! No." Leng Wushe answered honestly.
She knew it! Shuiwa couldn't help but pout. "Okay! I'll stay here for now, but you have to give me another
room."
"No." Leng Wushe shook his head.
"What?" Shuiwa'er's eyes widened, "Then where do you want me to sleep?"
"Sleep here." He replied matter-of-factly.
Shuiwa'er's eyes widened even more. "Leng Wushe, don't push your luck! I agreed to stay
not to warm your bed." She glared at him angrily.
Seeing that she was angry again, Leng Wushe quickly said, "It's safer with me."
Shuiwa'er frowned. "What do you mean?"
"The Blood Tower isn't a safe place. You'll only be safe with me." He explained calmly, his brown eyes
watching her nervously, afraid she was still angry.
"The Blood Tower isn't safe? Aren't you the owner? I'm your guest. No one would dare to do anything to me, right?"
Shuiwa'er asked, puzzled.
"Only the strong can be the leader. Once I become weak, I can be replaced at any time," Leng Wushe replied,
his tone as natural as if it were a common occurrence.
Shuiwa'er was taken aback. "You mean... they listen to you because you're strong, and once someone is
stronger than you, they'll switch to obeying that person's orders?"
"Yes!" The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, that's the rule of the Blood Tower.
He wasn't afraid of death, and he had no weaknesses. Through various trainings, he survived, became stronger than others, and ascended to
the position of leader.
"What kind of hellhole is this..." Good heavens! Who could stay in such a dangerous and cold-blooded place?
"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you." He looked at her earnestly.
"You were supposed to protect me anyway. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this hellhole..."
Shuiwa'er muttered irritably.
She was very self-aware; apart from her lightness skill, her other skills were mediocre at best. In any case, if she couldn't win, she'd just run away.
Listening to her rambling, Leng Wushe smiled slightly, but the smile vanished as his eyes turned cold. He grabbed
her with one arm and flicked his finger towards the door with the other. "Come out!"
"Junior brother, you really went all out." A man pushed open the door, a bloody gash across his cheek. His handsome
face held a smile, but his eyes held a cold, bloodthirsty glint that didn't match his good looks. "If I hadn't dodged quickly,
it would have hit my throat." Leng Wushe
remained silent, his face cold. He used his body to shield Shuiwa'er behind him, his brown eyes calmly watching
the man.
Who was he? Shuiwa'er peeked out, curiously looking at the man. She immediately noticed the bloodthirsty
aggression in his eyes, which made her dislike him. She frowned, instinctively disliking this man.
Seeing her, Yin Luo narrowed his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.
"Junior brother, when did you start keeping a mistress?"
"Get out! This isn't a place for you." Leng Wushe said calmly, then returned to his usual demeanor.
Seeing that Leng Wushe didn't take him seriously at all, a flash of anger crossed Yin Luo's eyes, but
when his face turned wicked.
"Little one, be careful, this guy is a demon, anyone who gets too close to him will die." He watched Leng Wushe's reaction with a cold
smile .
Leng Wushe lowered his eyes and remained silent, making it impossible to read his thoughts.
"You're his senior brother, right?" Shuiwa'er raised an eyebrow, looking at him dismissively. "Then
how come you're still alive after spending every day with him? Are you also a demon, and with a high level of cultivation, so you haven't been cursed to death
? Maybe those who were cursed to death died because of you, tsk tsk! So you're the one who really caused all this trouble!"
Yin Luo narrowed his eyes, glaring coldly at Shuiwa'er, his voice chilling.
"Little one, being so sharp-tongued won't do you any good."
"I can't help it." Shuiwa'er shrugged, smiling sweetly.
"I'm never good at saying nice things to animals, please forgive me."
"You—" Her words ignited Yin Luo's fury. "You're asking for death!"
He quickly shot a silver glint at Shuiwa'er, but another silver glint moved even faster. With a clang, the silver needle
aimed at Shuiwa'er immediately reflected back, grazing Yin Luo's right ear and embedding itself in the wall.
Instantly, a cold, soft sword was pressed against Yin Luo's throat.
Yin Luo immediately froze, afraid to move. Leng Wushe
looked at him calmly, pushing forward with his hand, the soft sword drawing blood from Yin Luo's throat. "Senior brother, you
've gone too far."
He pursed his lips unhappily. Someone dared to make a move on his territory and even tried to hurt Shuiwa'er. "If you want to force me
to take action , you've succeeded, but do you have the life to gamble with that? Hmm." He exerted more force with his right hand, the soft sword sinking deeper,
and more blood flowed.
"Uh…" Yin Luo dared not speak, but his eyes remained fixed on Leng Wushe, staring at that devilishly beautiful
face .
"Hey! Leng Wushe..." Shuiwa'er couldn't help but speak up. His cold-blooded appearance terrified her, and her voice was timid
. "You...are you really going to kill him?"
Leng Wushe looked at Shuiwa'er, noticing her fear, and released her soft sword. "Roll! If there's a next time,
let's see if you'll still be alive to gamble with me."
Yin Luo covered his bleeding throat, as if he had discovered something, and laughed triumphantly.
"Haha! Junior brother, you actually let me go, hahaha..."
Laughing, Yin Luo looked at Shuiwa'er, his eyes strange yet complicated. "Hmph! Junior brother without weaknesses, Blood
Tower Master, are you really invincible, hahaha."
Shuiwa'er stared blankly at everything, listening to Yin Luo's enigmatic words, and then looking at the indifferent Leng Wushe
. What kind of hellish place had she come to?

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