novelraw Chapter 609 - 273: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 8)
Chapter 609 - 273: Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 8)
A hint of confusion passed through her crimson pupils.
"Interesting..."
She whispered softly, her voice like a clear spring flowing from the depths of lava, ringing clearly in the absolute silence of the ice plains.
Then.
She slowly raised her head.
Her gaze did not fall on Fang Qingyu, who was on the verge of an outburst, right in front of her.
Instead, it penetrated the frozen wind and snow, piercing the low-hanging lead-gray sky.
And reached towards the sky above.
A lazy smile tugged at her lips, enough to eclipse the heavens and earth.
"Little one..."
"Aren’t you coming down yet?"
The moment her words fell!
Buzz—!!!
The space in front of Fang Qingyu, frozen solid, suddenly rippled with an extremely subtle wave, without any warning.
Like a pebble tossed into the water.
Immediately after.
A figure emerged silently from the ripples, as if extracted from the water.
The cold wind howled around her, lifting a few strands of her black hair from her forehead.
Her white combat uniform was clean and tidy, as if it had never been touched by the wind, snow, or blood of these ice plains.
Her delicate face, devoid of expression, calmly gazed at the woman in the red dress with red hair ahead.
It was Jiu!
The moment she appeared.
Fang Qingyu felt the terrifying force binding him like mountains suddenly loosen.
The frozen Shenxiao Power began to flow once more!
Fang Qingyu took a deep breath of icy air, his molten gold vertical pupils locked firmly on those two figures ahead, clutching the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash tightly in his hand.
Jiu’s gaze swept over the woman in the red dress, over the tame golden thunder in her palm, finally landing on Jiang Taixuan, curled up in the palm of Han Jie Mingtua.
In those calm, unwavering eyes of hers, there seemed to be no emotion.
Except that she slightly... furrowed her brows.
As if she had seen something unclean.
Then.
She looked again at the magnificent woman in the red dress with red hair.
Her voice was cold, calm, without any fluctuations, and rang out clearly:
"You come out at will again."
Jiu paused, her gaze seemed to penetrate through the woman in the red dress, towards the distant north.
"Do you believe..."
"That I would kill..."
"All your people?"
The icy killing intent spread like a tangible chill.
The woman in the red dress listened to Jiu’s unmasked threat.
Instead of getting angry, she lightly chuckled as if hearing an amusing joke.
Her laughter, like the swaying of wind chimes, carried a lazy charm.
"Believe, why wouldn’t I?"
Her crimson pupils shone with a molten glow, looking at Jiu with a half-smile.
"But..."
She slightly turned, her long crimson hair drawing a heart-stopping arc in the still wind and snow, her gaze swept over the desolate white world with a trace of complaint.
"Can you not allow me to go out for some fresh air?"
"All day looking at this white..."
She extended her fair finger, gently tapping her temple.
"I’m about to get snow blindness."
A true god...
Complaining about getting snow blindness?
This joke was absurd and cold.
The entire ice plains were in dead silence.
The enormous body of Han Jie Mingtua was like a frozen iceberg, the giant eye like a blood moon, filled only with pure indifference.
Around Fang Qingyu, the Divine Thunder flowed, the molten gold vertical pupils harboring only cold killing intent.
Jiu was expressionless, like a delicate ice sculpture.
Only...
Jiang Taixuan, curled in the massive palm lines of Han Jie Mingtua.
Upon hearing the woman’s joke-like complaint...
That emaciated, twisted face forced a smile uglier than a cry, full of flattery...
A hoarse "heh... heh..." sound came from his throat, like a leaky bellows.
As if desperately trying to echo the god’s "amusing" joke.
How could a true god get snow blindness?
He seemed to want to express this thought.
But the combination of his severely wounded, near-death state and sycophantic posture appeared ridiculously pathetic.
The woman in the red dress seemed slightly entertained by this ridiculous scene.
Her crimson pupils turned to Jiang Taixuan, who was forcing a smile, her gaze sweeping over his battered body.
And upon seeing the scorched, festering wounds burnt by Shenxiao, and the left arm eroded by ghostly blue cold, like a corpse....
She slightly frowned those perfect brows.
Pretending to be pained.
Her fair hand gently stroked the Shenxiao Thunder held in her palm.
Yet her gaze playfully lingered on Fang Qingyu, suspended not far away, surrounded by swirling thunder, his killing intent almost tangible.
Her red lips parted.
Her voice carried a touch of lazy mockery and light sarcasm:
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
"Who was it..."
"That hurt my little Taotie."
"So badly?"
The moment her words ended.
In Han Jie Mingtua’s palm, Jiang Taixuan’s protruding human eye erupted with extreme malice!
He suddenly lifted his head!
His withered fingers pointed with deep-seated hatred at the figure in the storm, seemingly like a Thunder God!
"It was him!!!"
A hoarse, grating roar squeezed from his throat, filled with a thirst for revenge!
"It was him! Lady Heavenly Nvba! That little bastard!!!"
However.
When his gaze met Jiu’s calm, unwavering eyes, seemingly filled with endless cold...
The finger pointing at Fang Qingyu trembled violently.
The more vicious curses got stuck in his throat.
That blood-colored vertical eye filled with abusive greed flickered intensely, instinctively revealing a hint of inescapable fear.
He subconsciously slightly turned his head, avoiding Jiu’s gaze.
This cowering, ridiculous scene...
Seemed to again amuse the woman.