Chapter 300: Chapter 211 Key Smoke’s Red Thread and Cold Spring Bubble_4
"Where is your waist?"
"How should I hold you?"
When he usually held Mo Li or Xiao Ruoching, he would simply tuck them under his arm. But Dan Wulan’s delicate body... if he did that... First, his injuries were very serious, and he likely didn’t have the strength. Second, during this journey, he couldn’t help but become aware of Dan Wulan’s fullness, which might exacerbate his injuries... What happened at the Cold Pool Surface had already been a reluctant compromise. He surely couldn’t expect her to carry him, could he?
A blush crept onto Dan Wulan’s face as she shot a glare at Su Bei.
Then she took his large hand and placed it on her waist. Her body trembled slightly as she felt the warmth from his hand.
"Grip lightly..."
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
Su Bei cleared his throat. Had it been any other time, he would have taken the opportunity to be a little presumptuous, maybe even (...), but now he wasn’t sure what Dan Wulan was thinking. What if this woman, jealous as she might be, decided to throw him down from the sky... It wasn’t as if he would die from the fall, but he was the dignified Elder Su, such a debonair figure; how could he lose face in the Sacred Land?
So, the large hand gripping her waist loosened.
Dan Wulan’s delicate eyebrows knitted. It wasn’t as if I was stopping him... but him suddenly letting go like that... it felt a little awkward.
"Hold on tight."
Then, in an instant, they flew out of the house.
"HISS—"
Su Bei instinctively held on tighter, pressing close to Dan Wulan’s body. His face was buried against her smooth, delicate back, and her white hair danced in the wind, brushing against his face.
The stars and moon flashed rapidly across the sky. A faint fragrance lingered at Su Bei’s nostrils. He couldn’t tell if it was the scent of her hair or her natural body fragrance.
Dan Wulan’s heart was also filled with shyness, her cheeks flushed red. Although Su Bei had held her before, back then he hadn’t overstepped in the slightest; his large hands had been respectfully placed, not like now, so haphazard...
She felt a profound discomfort all over; Su Bei’s arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, his breathing erratic.
They flew until they reached the brightly moonlit Cold Pool Surface, found a secluded spot devoid of people, and slowly descended. Su Bei was still lying on Dan Wulan’s back.
"Aren’t you going to get up?"
Su Bei, looking haggard, said bitterly, "Wulan, your Senior Brother is injured."
Perhaps it was him calling her ’Wulan’ that startled Dan Wulan for a moment. She then gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and carefully helped Su Bei up; he still couldn’t stand straight.
For some reason, however, he kept his body bent, unwilling to straighten up.
"This is the quietest, most secluded spot. There shouldn’t be anyone around," she said.
"Go on."
Dan Wulan thoughtfully removed his outer robes, leaving him in just his close-fitting trousers. She then carried him to a corner of the Sacred Cold Spring and gently set him down.
She turned, walked to a nearby tree, sat down on a branch, and gazed into the distance.
"HISS—"
The moment Su Bei’s wounds touched the Sacred Spring, an indescribable, sharp pain shot through his entire body.
For some reason, perhaps due to the unique properties of the Sacred Cold Spring’s water, Su Bei couldn’t sense Dan Wulan’s presence, even though she wasn’t far away.
He let out a long sigh of relief and placed the Linglong Pearl into the Sacred Cold Spring.
He felt strands of Immortal Qi continuously converging within his body. His meridians were constantly repairing themselves, growing even more resilient through this process of breaking and reforming.
He picked up the First Grade Meridian Pill, popped it into his mouth, swallowed, and licked his lips, muttering to himself, "Why is it so sweet?"
"..."
He closed his eyes, intending to thoroughly absorb the two First Grade pills in his body with the aid of the Linglong Immortal Qi.
Suddenly—
A sound, faint and ethereal, reached him, as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. But... with his previous life’s two terabytes of hard drive content and over four hundred "teachers," how could Su Bei not recognize that kind of sound??
Driven by curiosity—of course, purely curiosity! Su Bei told himself, quite earnestly.
And then... he activated his Microcosmic Realm.
—It seemed to be just beyond a large rock.
A snow-white, jade-like foot emerged from the water, heedless of the biting chill in the air. The arch was slender and graceful, and its five pearly toes were painted a deep crimson.
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