LRAB Chapter 112 Arriving at the East Sea, Searching for the Seed of Vengeance
Chapter 112 Arriving at the East Sea, Searching for the Seed of Vengeance
Chapter 112 Arriving at the East Sea, Searching for the Seed of Vengeance
Inside the Witch Clan's temple, Houtu collapsed into Ling Xiao's arms, a trace of melancholy appearing on her pale face. She said, "I know I can never be your Daoist partner in this lifetime, but to die in your arms today, I am content!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao trembled, and goosebumps suddenly covered his entire body.
At this moment, Houtu, with her stunningly beautiful face, leaned closer, seemingly struggling to even utter a single word, and said with difficulty, "Could...could you kiss me before I leave?"
Ling Xiao remained calm, raised his hand, pinched her chin, and turned her face away.
He pulled out a bottle of iced cola, made from the Three Lights Divine Water, a single drop of which could restore all life.
Lingxiao unscrewed the bottle cap and fed Houtu.
Glug glug...
Houtu's complexion gradually turned rosy, her eyes filled with panic, like a frightened fawn.
She was not injured to begin with, so even if a sword were stuck in her heart, or even if her heart were shattered, she could be resurrected instantly.
This little trick is just meant to create an ambiguous atmosphere, so that the person she likes will naturally feel affection for her.
Having lived two lives, how could Ling Xiao not see through such petty tricks?
But even a heart that was usually unmoved by such things still felt a slight surge of secret joy.
My charm is still so insane.
Then came the sighs and reflections.
When a woman starts to use her brain and schemes in order to win a man's favor.
Being cunning and scheming is not important; what matters is that she has brains, although... not many.
In Ling Xiao's view, he did not believe that a straightforward confession represented sincerity, nor did he believe that Hou Tu's methods represented a despicable character.
A behavior is just a behavior, not a concept that should be labeled.
At this moment, Houtu stood perfectly intact, too ashamed to meet Lingxiao's gaze.
Ling Xiao looked at Hou Tu, smiled brightly, and said, "I hear your heart constantly telling me that you like me very much, and I am deeply honored by this."
"You dare to take action, regardless of the uncertainty of the outcome."
"To sum it up, a child like you is destined for great things!"
Hearing this, Houtu was overjoyed and looked up at him with deep affection.
Overjoyed, she wept tears of joy. She didn't care about achieving anything great; all she wanted to do was rush into Ling Xiao's arms.
Now she is no longer a female sorceress, but just a little girl in love.
As the sun began to set, fiery clouds painted the sky with a magnificent color.
A man and a woman stood before the Pangu Temple, each lost in their own thoughts.
The eaves of the palace blocked the sunlight at dusk, and the upper part of the tower was hidden in the shadows, while the lower part was illuminated by the light.
You can see his long, slender, fair hands and body, but you can't see his face clearly.
Houtu was bathed in light, and her beautiful face, as white as mutton fat jade, was filled with a joyful smile.
She looked up at the man standing atop the steps, now shrouded in darkness, her large eyes filled with anticipation, and asked, "Then...can I become your Daoist partner?"
In the distance, a white dove and a black crow soared close together on the horizon.
A slightly weary voice reached Houtu's ears.
"The love story between a dove and a crow only exists in fairy tales."
In the distance, on the horizon, the white dove opened its gaping maw and swallowed the crow whole.
When Houtu looked up, she found that Lingxiao had disappeared.
On the steps, a golden sunflower lay quietly.
That was her favorite flower.
Houtu's heart trembled, she reached out and picked it up, and tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.
After a long while, Xuanming arrived and looked at Houtu, who was sobbing while hugging her legs, and sighed deeply.
"Stop crying! What's so great about him? If everyone were like you, thinking only about love and romance all day, how could my Wu tribe dominate the primordial world?"
Xuanming placed her hands on her hips, her pretty face full of disdain.
Upon hearing this, Houtu stopped sobbing, looked up at Xuanming, and said, "Five hundred and sixty-two times."
"what?"
Xuanming was puzzled.
Houtu looked at her, wiped away her tears, and said, "After you fell asleep last night, you called his name a total of 562 times."
Xuanming remained silent.
"Wow!"
A heart-wrenching howl ripped through the sky.
Xuanming cried loudly, tears streaming down his face, and he and Houtu embraced and wept bitterly.
"I'm heartbroken! Why are you crying, sis?"
"I'm heartbroken too! He's all gone! It's all your fault. You said that if I listened to your plan, my sister and I could be brought back to light!"
"I was wrong! Tell me quickly, why does the love story between a dove and a crow only exist in fairy tales?"
"Tsk tsk, you crow in the darkness, trying to fall in love with a snow-white dove?"
"That's true. He must have seen many goddesses, and I... I'm quite outstanding too! Hahaha, I still need to find a way to get my hands on him."
At that moment, the Ten Ancestral Witches discovered that their two younger sisters were crying in each other's arms. They immediately learned what had happened and came to comfort them.
Instead of offering comfort, the very act of doing so exposed the embarrassing secrets of the two younger sisters, making them furious with shame.
They chased after the Ten Ancestral Witches and attacked them.
These two are the only two younger sisters among the Ten Ancestral Witches, so they definitely have to be pampered.
In an instant, chaos erupted in the territory of the Witch Clan.
"Brothers! Hurry, help us find him."
"I can't live without finding him."
"Okay, okay, let's go now!"
"Xuanming and little sister, calm down, we're going now."
"I guarantee I'll find him for you. I'll give anything to make him my brother-in-law, Dijiang."
The ten ancestral witches, their faces bruised and swollen, walked out of the Pangu Temple, on the verge of tears.
Then Dijiang issued the highest decree of the Wu tribe, ordering all the Wu tribe members to search for the God of Destiny.
The ten ancestral witches then split up and began their search.
Now, let's talk about this.
Having left the Witch Clan, Lingxiao now appears on the shores of the East Sea.
He transformed into his original form, wearing a long black robe and sporting a high ponytail.
At this moment, I took off my boots and casually threw them into the sea.
Walking barefoot along the coastline, stepping on the soft sand.
Look at the ocean waves rolling, one after another crashing in.
In the distance, a flock of seagulls circled and flew.
The fishy smell of the seawater hit my nose.
"Where should we go to find this great vengeful spirit?"
Ling Xiao murmured.
Life can exist without romantic love, but it cannot exist without the necessities of daily life.
I'm way past the age of romance. Even if I were to pursue love, I'd wait until I have the strength to destroy Hongjun.
Facing the vast ocean, Ling Xiao was momentarily lost. He cried out, "Great Vengeful Spirit! If you hear my heartfelt call, please appear before me!!"
The only answer he received was the sound of the crashing waves.
Just as Ling Xiao decided to visit Yuan Shi.
Suddenly, they noticed a person floating down from the distant sky.
a woman.
She was dressed in a blue palace gown, and was absolutely stunning. She was none other than Nuwa, a disciple of Hongjun.
(End of this chapter)