nashuaworldcup Chapter 478 Dog Food (Page 12)
Chapter 478 Dog Food (Page 12)
"Okay, whatever you say." Leng Xuan looked at her rare, charmingly domineering demeanor.
His lips curled up uncontrollably, his eyes filled with doting and indulgence.
He nodded solemnly and agreed, "I will never lie to you again, and I will never leave you again."
"you swear!"
“I swear.” Leng Xuan raised one hand, his expression extremely serious. “I swear with my life and soul that I will never lie to you or leave you in this lifetime.”
Si Xiaonan then stopped crying and started laughing.
Although tears still clung to her face, her smile was as radiant as sunlight breaking through the clouds, illuminating the entire icy cliff.
She hugged him tightly again, pressing her face against his warm chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat.
I felt that this was the most beautiful piece of music in the world.
"Your heartbeat... sounds so beautiful..." she murmured softly, her voice filled with contentment.
"Okay, I'll let you hear it every day from now on." Leng Xuan chuckled, tightening his grip on her arm.
The two embraced tightly.
It was as if the whole world consisted only of the two of them; they completely forgot about time, forgot about place, and even forgot that there was someone next to them who was exhausted and on the verge of collapse.
A huge light bulb.
Zhang Yun in red: "..."
His lips twitched as he watched the scene before him, so full of tender affection.
I feel that my act of expending my life force to save people has not only failed to earn me a single word of thanks, but has instead been met with a barrage of demands.
Cold, hard, and filling dog food!
"Ahem!" He coughed twice forcefully, trying to remind the two of the occasion and the audience's feelings.
However, the two people seemed not to hear at all.
Si Xiaonan slightly raised her head from Leng Xuan's embrace.
He carefully examined his body, his fingers gently brushing over his once severely injured right shoulder, which was now smooth and new, without even a scar.
"Does it still hurt?" she asked with concern, her eyes reddening again.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Leng Xuan took her hand, kissed it gently, and looked at her intently. "Seeing you makes everything feel better."
Two blushes instantly rose on Si Xiaonan's cheeks.
She gave him a playful glare, but instead of pulling her hand away, she intertwined her fingers with his.
She whispered, "Do you know... I thought you... I really..." Her voice trembled with sobs, and she couldn't finish her sentence.
“I know, I know…” Leng Xuan interrupted her tenderly, hugging her tightly again, his chin stroking the top of her head. “It was my fault… It will never happen again. From now on, it’s my turn to protect you, to protect you forever.”
"Who needs your protection..." Si Xiaonan retorted stubbornly, but buried her face even deeper, her voice muffled, "I'm a god now... much more powerful than you..."
“Yes, my Xiao Nan is the best.” Leng Xuan nodded readily, his tone almost overflowing with doting affection. “Then from now on, please, God, protect this mortal as much as possible.”
"You smooth talker!" Si Xiaonan lightly punched his chest, but couldn't help but smile.
Zhang Yun in red: "…………"
He silently turned around, looked up at the sky,
Although there were only lead-gray clouds,
I took a deep breath of the cold, stale air, thick with the stench of romance, and felt my internal wounds worsen.
Should he not have saved the person?
Shouldn't we just let these two scourges die together?
At least I can have some peace and quiet!
Just as Zhang Yun in red was considering whether to tear open a spatial rift and escape, the two people on the other side seemed to finally remember his existence.
Si Xiaonan peeked out from Leng Xuan's arms.
With wet tear stains and a blush of happiness still on her face, she looked at Zhang Yun in red.
He said somewhat shyly, "Um... Zhang Yun, thank you... really... thank you so much!"
Leng Xuan looked at him, his eyes sincere and solemn: "Zhang Yun, I will never forget your life-saving grace. If you ever need my help in the future, I will do my utmost."
Zhang Yun, dressed in red, waved her hand weakly, her face filled with despair: "No... please don't die... just stop feeding me dog food, let me live a few more years... hurry up..."
Can we leave now? This place is freezing, I want to go back and eat hot pot..."
Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.
Leng Xuan easily pushed Si Xiaonan aside and tried to stand up.
With a slight thought, a flash of azure light appeared around him.
As if merging with the wind between heaven and earth, its body became exceptionally light and agile, even slightly levitating a few inches off the ground.
He felt the immense, seemingly inexhaustible power of the [Wind God Body] within his body.
And that astonishingly long life force, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into a deeper gratitude towards Zhang Yun in red.
He reached out and helped Si Xiaonan up as well.
After Si Xiaonan became a god, her figure was already light and extraordinary. At this moment, she stood side by side with Leng Xuan. One was just beginning to show her divine power, and the other was just beginning to show his graceful demeanor. They looked like a pair of celestial lovers who had descended to the mortal world.
"Let's go." Leng Xuan looked at Zhang Yun in red and smiled. "Let's go home. Hot pot... it's on me."
Zhang Yun, dressed in red, had a sudden flash of inspiration. He'd finally heard something sensible! He struggled to his feet, patted his backside, and exclaimed, "That's more like it! I want the most expensive! The spiciest!"
Si Xiaonan smiled and took Leng Xuan's arm.
She gently rested her head on his shoulder, watching Zhang Yun in red eagerly opening a spatial rift in front of her, then looked up at Leng Xuan's resolute yet gentle profile.
My heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of happiness and peace.
Having survived life and death, they were reunited after a calamity.
Some words need no further explanation. Some emotions have already seeped into our very bones, transcending life and death.
Though the wind and snow are cold, the hands clasped tightly together are the warmest way home.
...
Mist, Antarctic ice sea.
This is not Antarctica in a geographical sense.
Instead, it is a forgotten, forbidden sea, utterly ruled by chaos and death.
The sky was always leaden gray, and the thick, viscous fog resembled a giant shroud.
It hung low, enveloping everything, isolating the sun, moon, and stars, and also the perception of the passage of time. The sea surface was not liquid water.
Instead, it was solidified, glowing with a ghostly green phosphorescence, as if it had never thawed in millions of years—black ice.
Countless twisted ice peaks, resembling the fangs of a colossal beast, rose majestically from the ice surface, and the air was thick with a bone-chilling cold capable of freezing the soul.
And a deeper, decaying aura originating from nothingness.
At the heart of this desolate, icy sea, floats a floating city of ice far larger than one could imagine.
This city is not made of ordinary ice.
Instead, it is constructed from a strange material with a metallic sheen, somewhere between ice crystals and obsidian.
The city walls rose high into the mist.
The surface is covered with jagged spikes and twisted, slowly writhing reliefs, depicting countless indescribable, blasphemous horrors.
Inside the city, there are no streets, no houses, only countless intricate, bottomless crevasses and tunnels.
Like the cold blood vessels of some enormous creature.
At the very center of the city stood a colossal throne constructed from countless pale skeletons and pitch-black ice. Upon this throne sat a figure.
He wore a tattered, dark blue cloak stained with dark gold divine blood and unknown filth.
His tall stature exuded an indescribable sense of withering and decay.
What was most chilling was his face—the face that should have been that of a majestic god-king was now covered with twisted black veins and rotting marks.
One eye was covered by a black eye patch.
And the other exposed single eye...
That single eye was trembling violently at that moment!
The eyeball is not flesh and blood, but rather a terrifying aggregate of countless tiny, blood-red, bizarre worms that are constantly rolling and boiling!
Countless tiny insects with suckers and mouthparts wriggled, tore, and reassembled themselves wildly within, emanating an aura of evil and chaos that sent chills down one's spine!
It was none other than Odin, the God-King, who should have been hunted down by the Heavenly Venerable of the Great Xia Dynasty and whose whereabouts were unknown!
suddenly!
Odin's single eye, composed of blood worms, abruptly stopped rolling.
All the insects froze instantly, all "looking" in a certain direction in the void, as if sensing some extremely distant yet crucial connection... completely severed!
His withered fingers, covered in rotting skin, gripped the cold armrests of the throne tightly, making a teeth-grinding "crunch".
"Loki... is dead!" A hoarse, distorted voice, as if composed of countless overlapping sounds, squeezed from deep within his throat, carrying a hint of incredulous astonishment.
It immediately turned into a raging inferno!
The gray mist that swirled and rolled around the throne like a living thing suddenly went berserk, transforming into countless painful, howling ghost faces that madly crashed against the surrounding ice walls!
"Useless!!" Odin roared, the blood worm in his single eye writhing wildly once more, radiating extreme rage and... a hint of frustration at his plans being disrupted.
"I had hoped to secretly control Asgard through him... but it seems that won't work!"
His original plan,
It was by exploiting Loki's ambition and cunning that he ascended to the highest godhood and became the nominal ruler of Asgard.
He himself remained hidden behind the scenes.
But now, Loki has... completely perished!
Even their souls were burned to ashes!
Just as he was consumed by rage, and the bloodworm in his one eye was about to burst open in his fury—
hum! ! !
A terrifying pressure, extremely faint yet incomparably pure, sacred, and carrying the meaning of judgment and purification,
Like the most precise javelin, it suddenly pierced through layers of mist and spatial barriers, locking onto the Floating Ice City! Locking onto him atop the throne!
Odin's decaying body suddenly stiffened!
The bloodworm in the single eye instantly contracted, revealing extreme vigilance and... a deep sense of fear and disgust!
"Damn it! This is like a persistent, leech!!" He let out an angry and impatient growl, no longer caring about his anger or plans.
Almost without the slightest hesitation!
He suddenly stood up from his throne and ripped his withered hand forward with a fierce tear!
Stab-! ! !
The space in front of him,
Like a fragile gray canvas, it was forcibly torn open, leaving a huge crack with chaotic electric light flashing at its edges!
On the other side of the rift lies a bizarre and extremely dangerous spatial turbulence!
Odin's figure flickered, transforming into a dim gray streak of light, and without hesitation, he plunged into the spatial rift and disappeared.
The spatial rift he tore open healed rapidly, as if it had never existed.
Less than three breaths after he disappeared—
boom! ! !
A beam of pure, holy light, seemingly capable of dispelling all darkness and filth in the world.
Like a sword of divine punishment,
It ruthlessly tore through the thick fog that shrouded the floating ice city and accurately struck the throne where Odin had just been!