Chapter 152: This is the hug you owe me(II) (2/2)

“Shut up!” Cai’er suddenly shouted, her silhouette turning into a blur, charging at Long Haochen. Her right hand carried a dark-gold-colored-dagger, directly aiming at Long Haochen’s chest.

She understood, only too well, her great-grandfather’s temperament, and really feared that he may really act personally on this matter. Even if Yang Haohan, the Divine Knight of Defense and Strategy and the leader of the Alliance, was there, this great-grandfather of hers was really enraged by Long Haochen. How could she permit Haochen to stay with him.

When everything happened, she was calmly listening all along. She came to understand that all of this was a mere misunderstanding. In her heart, she no longer blamed Long Haochen the slightest bit, even though she was in such internal pain a bit earlier. The only one she blamed was herself for not having been able to trust him and wait for an explanation. If not for the fact she had spit out blood, why would her great-grandfather have shown himself, violating the rules of the competition.

As she was the first to launch an attack, her great-grandfather naturally didn’t get his own chance to do so. Everything happened in a split second. With consideration to Long Haochen’s cultivation level, perhaps her great-grandfather would cool down after he withstood a few blows of hers.

However, what Cai’er didn’t expect in the slightest was that, in front of her attack, Long Haochen simply stood there, without the slightest reaction aside from moving his wrist and instantly taking off his Holy Spirit Armor.

The dark-golden dagger stopped a meter from Long Haochen’s chest, as Cai’er’s voice quivered violently, “You… Why aren’t you avoiding my attack?”

Long Haochen looked at Cai’er’s pale face and lifted up his hand, slowly lifting her veil. With a single glance, he had seen some remnants of blood on the veil, and in that instant, felt his heart tightening like it was under great pressure.

Long Haochen said in a gentle voice, “I promised to stand by your side and have I no regrets about that. I didn’t violate the rules of the competition either. However, I owe you an explanation. For having let you get wounded, I wronged. For this reason, I have to be punished.”

A white light shot up from Long Haochen’s chest, instantly aiming at the dark golden dagger in Cai’er’s right hand.

Saint Spiritual Stove’s evolved ability, [Pull].

In such a close range and with such a sudden timing, even a powerhouse of the ninth step couldn’t possibly stop this.

Aipi.

The dark golden dagger in Cai’er’s hand was instantly pulled, penetrating Long Haochen’s chest until only the handle could be seen. The tip of this dagger came out from Long Haochen’s back, and blood instantly spread out from his chest and his back, covering his entire jacket.

However, Long Haochen seemed as if he didn’t feel this stab. Spreading his two arms, he linked his arms to hold Cai’er in his embrace and said in a mild voice, “This is the hug you owe me.”

“Haochen!” Cai’er cried out in sadness, trying to take out her dagger from him. However, in Long Haochen’s tight embrace, she could not take it out.

The Heroic Sheng Yue’s face went from its stunned state to astounded, as he murmured to himself, “A stab for a mouthful of blood, it seems that we are not losing out.”

Yang Haohan wrinkled his brows, looking at him.

Sheng Yue said, without the slightest restrain, “What on earth am I doing here? You are the Alliance’s leader, so you are to handle the situation as you please, I am going back to sleep. I really can’t be bothered with the business of little kids.”

Yang Haohan was quite startled and wrinkled his eyebrows even tighter.

However, Sheng Yue’s lips moved once again, seemingly telling him something, instantly making the face of this Divine Knight of Defense and Strategy look extremely gloomy.

With a flash of brilliant black, he took a step forward. Just like that, the heroic Sheng Yue disappeared instantly.

The corners of Yang Haohan’s lips twitch in turn, as Sheng Yue’s words resounded once again in his ear, “This kid is pretty good, he has a really great temper, a lot better than this sly old crap.”

Perhaps Long Haochen didn’t even expect that he gained, in this instant, Sheng Yue’s approval. Obviously, this stab he received from Cai’er’s dagger let Sheng Yue calm down. The Scion of Light sure made a perfect match with this great-granddaughter of his in her capacity as the Saint Daughter of Samsara.

“Haochen, quickly let me go.” Cai’er anxiously cried out in a low voice, still in Long Haochen’s bosom. This was a deep wound! How could she not know about her own weapon’s might? This dagger even had the supplementary effect of sucking out his life force.

Long Haochen held her soft body in his arms, and although his face was gradually turning pale, he gradually revealed a relieved expression as he saw the heroic Sheng Yue leaving,.

“Cai’er, I am sorry, it’s entirely my fault. Are you willing to forgive me?” Long Haochen moved his head above her shoulder, their ears touching each other. A fragrant scent came out from her body. At that time, he seemed as if he couldn’t feel the slightest pain from the wound.