manynovel Chapter 3313 Lesser Fullness (He's Here)
Chapter 3313 Lesser Fullness (He's Here)
"Qingye?!"
Yang Susu was overjoyed: "Qingye is alright!"
"Great!"
Jun Yichen also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmph, this kid's lucky!"
"But... if he had arrived any later, I would have skinned him alive and made his scarf!"
Although he was sharp-tongued, he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.
Hu Qingye should have perished in the turbulent flow of time and space.
But now he's back alive!
He hovered in the void, his gaze sweeping over the hellish battlefield below.
When he saw Yang Susu and Jun Yichen covered in blood, saw the corpses scattered on the ground, and finally his gaze fell on the girl holding a sharp sword with bloodshot eyes, his previously domineering aura instantly transformed into endless heartache and self-reproach.
"Xiaoman..."
He murmured softly, his voice so gentle it was as if he were afraid of disturbing the wind.
next moment.
His figure vanished into thin air.
When it reappeared, it was already in front of Hu Xiaoman.
Facing the purple-gold longsword still embedded in Jun Yichen's back, radiating terrifying demonic power, Hu Qingye merely extended two slender, jade-like fingers.
With a gentle pinch.
Zheng——!
The demonic sword, powerful enough to kill gods and even difficult for Jun Yichen to withstand, let out a mournful cry at his fingertips, trembling violently as if it had encountered its natural enemy.
"Xiaoman, let go quickly."
Hu Qingye looked at Hu Xiaoman with eyes so tender they could melt your heart.
Hu Xiaoman's eyes flashed red, and he let out a beast-like growl, wanting to stab the sword down.
But Hu Qingye's two fingers were like two ancient divine mountains, completely still.
Hu Qingye raised an eyebrow slightly, and a flash of blue light appeared at her fingertips.
collapse!
A gentle yet domineering force traveled along the sword.
Hu Xiaoman's hand jerked, and he involuntarily loosened his grip.
The purple-gold longsword flew out of his hand, transforming into a streak of light, and with a "thud," it embedded itself deeply into a distant rock, its tip still humming and vibrating.
Even after losing his weapon, Hu Xiaoman did not stop attacking.
She roared, her hands forming claws, her nails growing as sharp as knives, as she viciously clawed at Hu Qingye's throat.
At this moment, she no longer recognized the man in front of her.
Under the control of the Soul Seed, anything that is alive is an enemy that must be torn apart.
Faced with these claws powerful enough to tear through space, Hu Qingye neither dodged nor avoided them.
He simply looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with doting affection and guilt.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoman, I'm late."
"I made you suffer."
Just as the sharp claws were about to touch his skin, Hu Qingye moved.
He stepped forward, ignoring all the murderous intent, and stretched out his strong arm to embrace her slender waist.
Then, he lowered his head.
In front of tens of thousands of cultivators, in front of Zhou Wenlun's horrified and angry gaze, in front of the rain of blood and smoke.
He kissed Hu Xiaoman's cold lips deeply.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
It was no longer because of the confinement of the cosmic disc, but because the scene was so beautiful that even heaven and earth could not bear to disturb it.
The collapsing altar, the burning flames of war, the hideous corpses... all of this background paled in comparison at this moment.
It seemed as if only this pair of lovers, embracing each other, remained in the world.
The azure divine power flowed gently and forcefully into Hu Xiaoman's body, following the way their lips met.
It was a pure power originating from the ancient Azure Phoenix ancestor, carrying vitality, purification, and even more so, Hu Qingye's intense and extreme love.
The raging purple-gold demonic energy within Hu Xiaoman's body miraculously calmed down under the soothing influence of this azure divine power.
It was like a restless flame meeting a gentle spring rain.
Two completely different forces intertwined and swirled around the two of them, transforming into rings of blue-purple light that enveloped them.
The wind stopped.
The rain has stopped.
Even the puppets and cultivators who were bloodthirsty were stunned by this scene, and their hands subconsciously stopped moving.
Fox Qingye closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
He kissed me so deeply, so earnestly.
It was as if he wanted to convey all the longing he had felt since they parted, the joy of their reunion, and all the love he had for her through this kiss, without reservation.
"Well……"
Hu Xiaoman's originally stiff and tense body softened little by little under this gentle approach.
The crimson light in her eyes faded quickly, like the receding tide.
far away.
Zhou Wenlun was struck dumb by what he saw and stood frozen in place.
His eyes were wide open to the extreme, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.
That half-human, half-ghost face was twisted beyond recognition by extreme jealousy and anger.
That was the scene he had always dreamed of!
That was the person he had gone to great lengths to obtain, even at the cost of destroying half of the Extreme Realm!
Now, he is being kissed and trampled on so brazenly in front of him by a "dead person" he thought was long gone!
The burning jealousy in his heart instantly consumed his last shred of reason.
"Fox! Qing! Ye!"
Zhou Wenlun let out a roar.
"Why are you still alive?!"
"Let her go!"
"she is mine!"
"Xiaoman is mine!!!"
He frantically waved the cosmic disc in his hand, trying to rush over and separate the beautiful couple.
But before he could move, he was immobilized in place by a force.
Under the constant scouring of that azure divine power, the deeply rooted soul seed in the depths of Hu Xiaoman's sea of consciousness was forcibly suppressed by this domineering external force.
Her eyes, which were originally as black as ink and devoid of emotion, finally regained a sliver of clarity.
Although I am still somewhat confused and bewildered.
But when she saw the handsome face so close to her, magnified in front of her, a deep longing welled up in the depths of her eyes.
"Fox...Qing...Ye..."
She murmured softly, her voice weak but carrying a hint of grievance and dependence.
Hearing this long-awaited call, Hu Qingye's heart melted.
He slowly released his lips, pressed his forehead against hers, and brushed his nose against hers, softly saying, "I'm here."
"Is it really you...?"
Hu Xiaoman reached out, wanting to touch his face to confirm that this wasn't a hallucination before his death.
"It's me, I'm back."
Hu Qingye grabbed her hand and pressed it against her cheek.
But he knew that this was not the time to reminisce.
Although the soul seed was temporarily suppressed, it was not eradicated.
Xiaoman could get out of control again at any time.
"Xiaoman, are you tired?"
Looking into her tired eyes, Hu Qingye said softly, "Go to sleep, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep."
“But… Father, Mother… Senior Brother…” Hu Xiaoman was still struggling.
"Don't worry, with me here, no one can hurt them."
Fox Qingye's voice possessed a strange magic that made people feel incredibly at ease.
He lightly touched Hu Xiaoman's brow with his fingertip, and a gentle spiritual energy flowed into her.
"Go to sleep."
Hu Xiaoman felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and all the fatigue washed over her like a tide.
She took one last look at Hu Qingye, then softly collapsed into his arms.