Chapter 204 - 204 202 Draw the Sword First

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204: Chapter 202: Draw the Sword First 204: Chapter 202: Draw the Sword First Fang Geyu’s colorful radiance between her skin faded, returning her complexion to a snow-like whiteness. She turned her head and glanced at the two people intently watching her, saying, “Don’t worry, everything is fine now.” As she spoke, she attempted to pull back her hand but realized her palm was tightly clasped by the fellow in the bed. Fang Geyu’s face flushed with irritation and she pulled forcefully again, nearly dragging Baili An off the bed. Lin Yuan hurriedly said, “Be gentle.” Fang Geyu shook her hand, “Then tell him to let go.” Lin Guiyuan’s voice dryly rang out, “Fang… Geyu, your face… it’s so red.” The free hand smacked heavily onto Lin Guiyuan’s head, skewing it sideways. “Nonsense!” Lin Guiyuan cradled his head, snapping it back into place with a click, his expression unchanged, and huffed in dissatisfaction, “Don’t… mimic… my speech.” Fang Geyu turned around to fetch her sword, intending to teach this reckless mountain ghost a lesson, but suddenly felt warmth on her shoulder, a fair hand resting upon it. Only to hear Lin Yuan’s voice, laden with concern, “Did you just employ ‘stealing yin and yang, abusing life and death’?” Fang Geyu paused for a moment, then chuckled, “No worry, what was stolen wasn’t the yin and yang of life and death from the Central Netherworld, so there won’t be major issues.” Lin Yuan gravely said, “You know I’m not talking about that, you used your innate ‘Immortal Blood’ as a medium to transfer the spirit of the living into the body of the dead, allowing Si Chen to possess human life characteristics, thus he could return through Mohe. But where did this life… come from?” Fang Geyu did not answer. Suddenly, her hand tightened, the faint breath and heartbeat gradually dwindled and then vanished. Baili An awoke just in time to catch Lin Yuan’s probing question. He frowned slightly and slowly sat up, glancing at Fang Geyu, “Clearly, she borrowed ten years of her own lifespan to grant me those few moments of ‘life.'” Seeing him awake, Lin Yuan immediately approached him with eyes full of concern, “Si Chen, you’re finally awake, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” Baili An shook his head, indicating that he was unharmed. Lin Yuan gently unwrapped the bandage around his abdomen, relieved to see the terrifying wound from the previous night healed, leaving only a faint scar, “Just now you mentioned ten years, what about Geyu…” Fang Geyu clenched her fist and yawned, “I don’t like owing favors, ten years is trivial to me.” Lin Yuan’s tone became stern, “Even though you have the blood of the Immortal in you, as long as you don’t ascend to immortality, you’re not considered an Immortal, and you should never do such foolish acts.” She wasn’t upset about her using ten years of lifespan to save Baili An, but truly disliked Fang Geyu’s indifferent attitude toward her remaining life. It was as if her lifespan were money or Spirit Stones in her pocket, free for her to wastefully squander. Because when Fang Geyu had spoken earlier, she genuinely didn’t seem hesitant but truly felt it was meaningless. Regarding Lin Yuan’s lecture, Fang Geyu responded perfunctorily, whether she took it to heart, only she would know. “By the way, how long do you plan on holding onto my hand?” Fang Geyu suddenly scoffed disdainfully, her face full of disgust as if she were looking at a dead rat in a ditch. Unfortunately, Baili An was lost in thought and didn’t catch her disdainful look, and calmly let go of her hand. Seeing him distracted, Fang Geyu snorted softly. As she was withdrawing her hand, her wrist suddenly tightened, captured by his grip. “Want to die?” Fang Geyu looked at him coldly. Lin Yuan also paused in surprise. Baili An carefully unfolded her palm, her eyes on the deep, bleeding cut on her palm that vividly split the flesh apart. Wounds from transferring Spiritual Blood were not ordinary injuries that could be easily healed with a bit of medicine. These wounds, not only painful and sensitive, would feel like a knife splitting the flesh with any slight movement of the palm and would take at least ten days to heal. It was an excruciating injury. He was a pampered young lady, yet repeatedly suffered such painful cuts. “Does it hurt?” His fingers gently brushed the edge of the wound, appearing to soothe and comfort. Fang Geyu’s eyes widened slightly. Although her palm was quite painful, his fingernail’s gentle touch made the pain subside somewhat, instead giving rise to a ticklish sensation. This ticklish feeling irked her with its ungraspable annoyance. Not adept at responding to others’ concern and kindness, she responded bluntly, “If you know it hurts, why rub it with your fingers for no reason?” Her expression was fierce, but Lin Guiyuan noticed that the temperamental young lady had not withdrawn her hand, instead letting Baili An hold it in his. Baili An, accustomed as if soothing a young deer, gently blew over her palm. Fang Geyu hadn’t expected him to boldly do so, caught off guard by the breaths, her fingers curled in a tremor! Her fingers, slender and long, inadvertently brushed lightly against his chin. Hmm, the little corpse demon was still undeveloped and had no beard. Surely, he seemed rather juicy in front of her. Fang Geyu didn’t know what she was imagining. Watching his gently parting lips as he blew. Oddly enough, without reason, she recalled last night in the jade carriage… His lips were against her earlobe, the chilling tongue holding that deadly earring, cold words flowing into the roots of her ears, stretching to unknown places. Now, just this shallow teasing brought all of last night’s events rushing back. Baili An slowly released her hand, lifting his head, his handsome face appearing benign and harmless. He took out a yellow paper bag from nowhere, neatly lined with stacks of white osmanthus cake. He picked up a piece, propped himself up, and offered it to Fang Geyu’s lips, his green eyes twinkling with a tender coaxing smile, quite affectionately, “Have some sweets, it will stop hurting.” A bewildered heart, for some reason, under such a gaze, instantly calmed down. Fang Geyu gently took the piece of osmanthus cake, suddenly asking, “Who did you learn this coaxing tone from?” Baili An’s retracting fingers stiffened, his face flashed with momentary confusion and loss. After thinking a moment, he smiled and said, “Perhaps from my mother?” Fang Geyu was taken aback, “You remember who your mother is?” Baili An wryly smiled, “I don’t remember, but… it feels familiar. I think when I was in pain as a child, my mother would also soothe me with sweets.” Fang Geyu’s gaze fell on the osmanthus cakes in the paper bag held by Baili An, “Then your mother is really nice, my mother never bought such trinkets to coax me.” Noticing Fang Geyu’s gaze, Baili An picked up another piece of osmanthus cake and fed it to her, “I bought them last night, you said you were hungry, so I was afraid you really were. Knowing you wouldn’t actually go out for supper, I took the liberty of bringing a bag of osmanthus cakes. Sister Lin Yuan, would you like some?” However, Lin Yuan was exasperated, “Eat what? You better first pull that sword out of your chest, staring right there, it’s scaring everyone.”

Chapter 204 - 204 202 Draw the Sword First

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