Chapter 201 – Master, do you choose to die or to perish? (42)
Her body now cannot recover spiritual power at all. The apparent slow recovery of spiritual power—isn’t it all his doing?
“What is Master saying?” Yun Ze was momentarily stunned, his fingers tightening involuntarily. Yet, he still spoke with a slightly coquettish tone, “How could I possibly hope for Master’s spiritual power not to recover? Even if I can’t embrace Master like this anymore, if Master’s body could recover…”
Clearly, it’s all a lie…
“Is that so?” Yan Luo paused, speaking slowly, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “What exactly do you want to do? What is the current situation outside? And how long do you intend to keep up this pretense?”
Each sentence sharper than the last.
“It was you who pushed me down into the demonic lair, wasn’t it?”
Silence.
A mischievous smile gathered at the corner of Yun Ze’s lips, he looked at Yan Luo in his arms, who is trying to break free, with furrowed brows.
She knew. She actually knew.
A dark gleam flickered in his eyes, this time revealing possessiveness and icy emotions that seemed to devour everything without restraint.
Was it because she wanted to know what he intended to do, so she acted coy and yielding towards him?
Now she’s confused about what he wanted to do, and thus panicked?
Hah… but she’s already in his embrace.
Want to leave?
Impossible.
The smile at the corner of his lips deepened, tinged with a hint of wickedness, contrasting with his previously docile face, now with a touch of recklessness and laziness, as if transformed in an instant.
Yet the intimacy remained unchanged, firmly keeping Yan Luo within his control. He chuckled softly, his voice deep and magnetic, extremely enticing, “Master… When did you find out?”
“Since falling into the demonic lair.”
Yun Ze tightened his grip on Yan Luo, pulling her completely into his embrace, lowering his head until his lips pressed against Yan Luo’s cheek, affectionately rubbing against it, chuckling softly, “Master really deceived me so badly.”
“That’s something I should be saying to you.” Yan Luo seemed utterly intolerant, trying to break free from his embrace with the last shred of spiritual power remaining on her body, speaking with urgency, her eyes cold and sharp, “Yun Ze, I have always treated you exceptionally, without a single improper action. It’s unexpected that my disciple of over a decade would harbor such hatred towards me, plotting against me.”
Hatred?
Yun Ze naturally wouldn’t let Yan Luo escape, a smile curling at the corner of his lips, his eyes tainted with a terrifying desire.
If only it were just hatred…
It would suffice to watch this person fall from the clouds into hell, and die amidst everyone’s contempt.
Why did he have to complicate things like this? He himself was somewhat puzzled.
He hated her, hated her disregard for the bond between master and disciple when she wielded that sword; he hated her, always casually deciding his fate from her lofty position; he hated her, clearly having done all that, yet still stirring his heart irresponsibly.
But it doesn’t matter…
He dragged her into hell, and he himself was long trapped in hell. With this person… could she belong to him?
“Master…” It’s what you owe me… so, as compensation, can you belong to me?
Yun Ze thought this to himself, his voice becoming softer, his smile more wicked, restraining Yan Luo’s movements, leaning close to her lips, lightly brushing against them as if breaking some taboo.
Master, you have already let me sink into darkness, beyond redemption. So why don’t we sink together?
However, why does my heart feel somewhat uneasy?