Chapter 162 (1/2)

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162 – Pit

“– Hmm, why are you not speaking?”

An astonished sweet voice came from behind.

Xue Qilin held her breath. Xihe also stopped struggling and looked behind Xue Qilin, stunned.

In the wide opened eyes, the scene behind Xue Qilin — a gold figure sitting on a tree, legs dangling — was clearly reflected.

Asura'er.

Could it be that it wasn't Xihe who hurt Little Seven, but her? It is possible. Xue Qilin's head is buzzing. Jialan's temperament is hard to pin down; there's no way to judge what actions she will take.

Xue Qilin glanced at Xihe, and saw sadness and aggrievedness in her eyes.

She suddenly calmed down, as if a basin of water was poured on her.

What have I done? Xue Qilin felt lightheaded and released her grip. Xihe, thereupon, plopped down on her b.u.t.t and coughed violently.

“Hey, you aren't fighting? How boring.”

With a “heave-ho”, Jialan jumped down from the tree. She swayed her arms and approached unhurriedly, as if taking a stroll.

“I'm so disappointed in you guys. You didn't fight hard at all — hmm, but also… 'Heaven Realm' only amounts to this much in the end.”

Jialan crossed her arms and nodded, agreeing with her words.

Holding her face with a hand, Xue Qilin slowly turned around. Shaking eyes emerged from between the fingers.

“It's you?”

Xue Qilin's voice was inexplicably hoa.r.s.e.

“Hmm? What is me? I am me. Your question is too vague?”

Jialan stopped, patted an index finger against lips, and tilted her head.

Next —

“Ah!”

Evidently having though of something, Jialan clapped her hands in surprise.

The shallow dimples on her face setting off her lips, she revealed a honey-sweet smile and gazed at Xue Qilin.

“It's me! If you are asking, if it's me who hurt Merak Temple's Temple Master, then the answer is affirmative.”

Her smile became even sweeter, and an unnatural blush appeared on her face.

“Well, it's me.”

“Why…?”

“There is no reason why.” She spoke in a matter-of-factly tone, “It's just more fun this way. Isn't it?”

“… fun?”

You gravely wounded Little Seven because it's fun? Xue Qilin's eyes widened, her mind a blank.

The la.s.s in front of her has gone beyond her scope of understanding.

Xue Qilin cannot understand her.

Although human life is cheap, but she didn't expect that it would be this cheap in Jialan's eyes.

To take someone's life just because it would be fun — what a twisted outlook.

“However, I was aiming for her heart. She shouldn't be able to react. But suddenly, a wall that seemed to be made from true qi appeared and helped her block, saving her life…”

Jialan kicked a pebble next to her feet with dissatisfaction.

The pebble streaked across Xue Qilin's left cheek and opened a shallow wound, and then pierced through several tree trunks. Xue Qilin didn't react at all. It was too fast.

“Hey, do you know what happened? It was your doing, wasn't it?”

Eyes sparkling, an expression of suppressed excitement on her face, Jialan looks like a child filled with curiosity.

Only… how can she make such a smile while talking about such things? This disparity makes the atmosphere turn strange.

It's really twisted — no, it's really pure. She only does what she wants.

Xue Qilin closed her eyes.

Shouldn't exist.

She shouldn't exist.

An indescribable anger gripped Xue Qilin. She didn't know at the time that the anger that nearly engulfed her was largely due to self-blame for mistaking targets and hurting Xihe.

Why am I so impulsive? The sense of guilt fermented enough to distort any of the la.s.s's existing emotions.

“– Little Phecda!”

Xue Qilin shouted at the top of her lungs, and her voice resounded in the sky.

In response to the call, the large mechanical sword, that fell aside, rouse into the air unnaturally, then turned around and shot towards Xue Qilin.

However, Phecda didn't return to Xue Qilin's hand.

“I didn't allow you to get together!”

With a flash of gold light, a hand struck Phecda and flung her back.

Unable to bear the formidable strength of a Grandmaster, the place where the heavy sword was. .h.i.t depressed in the shape of a hand print.

Empyrean Universe embedded into a large boulder far away, and then became quiet.

“Little Phecda!”

Was her true form hurt? Why doesn't she respond? Xue Qilin hurried to the place where Phecda fell. However, Jialan only took one step and arrived before Xue Qilin, blocking her way.

“You…”