Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 135 - 135 135 Wen

135: Chapter 135: Wen…

Sister 135: Chapter 135: Wen…

Sister Baili An’s body slightly moved, seemingly wanting to pull out the sword because his soul was in too much pain, a pain that was nearly causing his will to collapse.

He wanted to deeply bite into her snow-white neck and suck on the tempting, delicious blood within her body.

However, a slight movement caused several blue veins to burst on his forehead.

Su Jing quietly glanced at Li Jiujiu, who had already been weeping soundlessly behind him.

For a moment, uncharacteristically, he didn’t continue to move to kill but instead asked, “Do you like her?

Willing to die for her?”

Baili An hadn’t expected his opponent to suddenly ask such a question, his gaze shifting, but he noticed Fang Geyu sending frantic signals from behind her.

The message was clear: to move the ice-cold woman before him with a foolish heart.

Baili An bitterly smiled in his heart; he had never been one to sensitize things, especially when it came to emotions, about which he had always been confused.

Did he like Li Jiujiu?

He couldn’t help but ask himself.

A moment later, he shook his head, “Just a shallow connection, I’m afraid it’s far from liking.”

Su Jing’s slender eyes gradually narrowed, “Then why risk your life for him?”

Looking into her eerily black pupils, for some reason, Baili An spoke his heart’s truth unabashedly, “A fleeting connection, duty bound, I dare not shirk nor fear.”

“A fleeting connection?”

Su Jing rolled those four words around her teeth, a trace of confusion tinting her features.

It was clear that she rarely encountered this term and took a long while to grasp the meaning of his words.

Her gaze narrowly focused on Baili An’s blood-stained, pale face: “What?

Can a corpse demon also bond with a woman?”

Before Baili An could respond, a pushed-aside Li Jiujiu suddenly burst out.

Her eyes exceedingly red and swollen with tears she could not stop: “Why can’t it be!

Do you think everyone in this world is as cruel and cold-blooded as you?!”

Su Jing didn’t respond, her sword-wielding hand moved slightly, seeming to lose patience, wanting to ignite the sword Qi and finish Baili An completely.

However, as her right hand began to move, a cold jade hand, appearing out of nowhere and without any breath, covered hers.

Su Jing’s gaze calmly met Wen Hanwei’s, “Let go.”

Wen Hanwei’s gaze faintly harbored anger, “Have you gone mad?

How can you harm people indiscriminately!”

Su Jing replied, “He’s not a person; he’s a corpse demon.”

Wen Hanwei froze, an indescribably complex emotion in her eyes.

Yet, the force pressing on Su Jing’s hand remained firm; she spoke quietly yet with utmost seriousness, “You must not kill him.”

Su Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly, but just at that moment, Baili An seemed to lose all strength, soul in excruciating pain, nearly unable to maintain consciousness.

The Glazed Umbrella in his hand tilted, and the fiercely toxic sunlight shone upon his handsome face, instantly causing immense pain.

No corpse demon could endure such agony; even in a daze, he still cried out in pain.

Wen Hanwei’s expression drastically changed, worry evident in her eyes; she promptly reached out, held Baili An’s umbrella-holding hand, and readjusted the umbrella properly for him.

Feeling the cool temperature on his hand and the blurry face of the woman protecting him in front of him,

He swallowed, moistening his dry throat, and with his consciousness barely clear, said weakly, “Thank you…”

Wen Hanwei’s expression was complex, biting her lower lip, “You’re welcome…”

Su Jing’s deep, abyss-like eyes lightly dwelt on Wen Hanwei, her voice chilly yet imbued with an elusive emotion, “Are you protecting this corpse demon?”

Wen Hanwei glanced at Su Jing, slightly startled, as if trying to discern a shadow from her deep, dark eyes.

But after much focus, those overly calm and profound eyes revealed nothing.

Wen Hanwei sighed softly, her hand on hers suddenly gripped tightly, slowly pulling the Emotion Slayer Sword out of Baili An’s body.

The sword tip was as hot and sharp as a fiercely glowing iron, mercilessly cutting open his body for a second time.

Baili An felt a severe suffocation in his chest, as something seemed to wildly drain from his body, waves of intense, searing pain nearly causing his soul to collapse.

This time, he didn’t even have the strength to groan, his umbrella-holding hand weakly dropping, no longer able to stand upright, falling backward.

Li Jiujiu’s expression drastically changed, aware that a corpse demon could not be exposed to harsh sunlight, otherwise, it would certainly disperse its soul.

Ignoring the intense murderous intent from Su Jing, she wiped the tears from her face and rushed forward to support him.

Who knew that Wen Hanwei, the closest to Baili An, acted with extreme speed.

Anticipating such a situation the moment she pulled out the Emotion Slayer Sword, her left hand repositioned the falling Glazed Umbrella.

Her right hand was steady and gentle, holding Baili An’s shoulders, encircling him in her arms, the glazed surface of the umbrella shielding the fierce sunlight completely.

With the Emotion Slayer Sword removed, the blood spurting from Baili An’s wound no longer burned like fire.

The scorching red blood instantly stained most of Wen Hanwei’s white school robe.

Seeing this, Li Jiujiu stood dumbfounded, her outstretched arms frozen mid-air, her expression utterly bewildered.

Fang Geyu’s gaze also turned exceedingly strange.

If one could say that Wen Hanwei’s earlier impulsive act to protect him was a moment of compassion, not bearing to see the Young Master of Taixuan Sect kill the innocent,

Then knowing Baili An was a corpse demon, to remain unwavering and even so…

so intimately hold him in her arms.

It was known that a corpse demon, born of darkness, non-human, feeds on human blood, could transmit the Corpse Poison into a human Cultivator’s body, turning them into bloodthirsty demons.