RPAGF Chapter 131 Regret?
Chapter 131 Regret?
"You seem...afraid of me?"
The man leaned close to Yan Xi's ear, his cool, nonchalant voice, tinged with a teasing undertone, seemed to hook her heartstrings. As he spoke, his dark hair fell down, intertwining with Yan Xi's long hair, their intimate gestures resembling the tender whispers of lovers.
—If we ignore Yan Xi's inner thoughts.
I'm scared, I'm fucking scared you'll die.
Yan Xi cracked her knuckles, then flipped herself off the soft couch. Her slender waist swayed in the air with an incredible arc before she landed steadily on the ground, her brows furrowed into a deep frown.
"Afraid of you? You're dreaming."
Seeing the person escape, the man chuckled and straightened up. He braced himself against the back of the soft couch, flipped himself up gracefully, and sat steadily on the backrest, his gaze fixed intently on Yan Xi.
"Did you ever regret putting on that useless show back then?"
Seeing that she didn't continue those intimate actions that made her uncomfortable, Yan Xi's brow relaxed slightly. Listening to her question, she didn't answer but asked in return, "Do you know the purpose of that scene?"
"I know," the man replied, his voice muffled, his ruby-like eyes dimming. "Fishing...get me out of here."
Yes, use her emotions, make her see this person seriously injured in front of her but unable to do anything, let her know that she is useless to her, and make her... leave this place.
Looking at the man's dark hair streaked with silver and his blood-red pupils, Yan Xi suddenly felt a surge of anger. She clenched her fists tightly in her sleeves, trying to suppress her rage. Heaven knows how much effort she used to keep her voice calm.
Do you know what I'm going to do?
"know."
"If you know this, why don't you leave?"
"I..." the person lowered their eyes, "I'll stay with you."
"what!"
Yan Xi clenched her fists, amused by the man's words. She licked her canine teeth, feeling as if she was about to grind them to dust.
But the idiot in front of him seemed oblivious, keeping his head down and remaining silent for a long time before suddenly blurting out, "I like you."
Yan Xi froze for a moment, then her expression became so exaggerated, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, that her facial expression management system was on the verge of crashing.
She gave a soft "Hmph," and said, "What did you say?"
This was the first time the man had seen her so distraught. He paused for a moment, then whispered, "I said, I like you."
She looked up at Yan Xi, her blood-red pupils reflecting her image, focused and affectionate, speaking slowly and firmly, "I like you, from the first moment I saw you, I've liked you for a very, very long time."
Hoo↘↗ (tone)
What a perfect move to add fuel to the fire!
Yin Yuan pinched the bridge of his nose, secretly relieved that he wasn't with Yan Xi. Otherwise, in her current state, she would have cursed and stabbed even a passing dog.
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, Yan Xi, who was already on the verge of exploding, instantly exploded.
"I like... I like your grandpa's like!"
Yan Xi flung her hand, and the fan she had just grasped to fan herself was violently thrown to the ground.
"Mo Ran, has your brain been eaten by a donkey?!"
"Regret my ass! I regret not knocking you out and throwing you out!"
Not only did the powder keg explode, but she also pointed at Mo Ran's nose and sprayed sparks.
"You know what I'm going to do, yet you still stay? What, are you going to die with me? I can resurrect infinitely after I die, can you?!"
"You're just a deposed Elf King, how many lives do you have to die with me? Do you even deserve it! Do you think you can be my servant?!"
"You even dared to fuse your bloodline in my blood pool? Who the hell gave you permission to go there?!"
This powder keg cursed until his face was red and his neck was bulging, and still feeling unsatisfied, he raised his hand, conjured a water mirror, and shoved it in front of Mo Ran, coldly saying:
"Look at the mess you're making! Where's your rationality?! Don't you hate emotional people the most?!"
The person in the mirror had a cold and aloof expression, prominent ear tips, and a pair of red eyes that gleamed with a cold light. His dark hair was draped behind him, with only a few strands of silver hair hanging down behind his ears and in front of his forehead.
The same face, once aloof and otherworldly, now resembles a ruthless executioner, still aloof but unable to conceal its coldness and murderous aura.
I imagine that when she was still a child, she was just like this, but not black, she was white.
A pair of silver eyes, a head of silver hair, with only a strand of black hair on her forehead.
What a karmic retribution...
Mo Ran stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror, a look of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.
Yes... she used to champion rationality above all else, so she separated herself from her bloodline and emotions, making what she thought was the best decision... When did she change...?
Was it that she noticed the abnormality in her bloodline but didn't pay attention, that she didn't stop Mo Rao when she acted recklessly, that it was the moment she saw this person, or that she had been suppressing her emotions with reason until this emotional outburst...?
Did she... make a mistake from the very beginning?
If, if she hadn't separated her bloodline, then Mo Rao wouldn't have been born; if she hadn't detached herself from her emotions, then she wouldn't have been suppressed by so-called rationality, never recognizing the love in her heart, and needlessly wasting two hundred million years...
Sure enough, retribution was her own self-righteous retribution.
"Mo Ran, you've lost!"
Suddenly, she seemed to hear Mo Rao's voice again, and the image of that person, unwilling and resentful yet deliberately crashing into the tip of the sword, reappeared before Mo Ran's eyes.
In an instant, the hazy, fog-like chaos that had been merging within Mo Ran's spiritual world suddenly churned, and a pure black hue slowly crept into her eyes, even tinging the few strands of silver behind her ears with black.
—This is going to lead you astray!
Yin Yuan frowned, thought for a while, and then began to rummage through his own space.
Seeing Mo Ran's expressionless face, Yan Xi raised her hand, made a calming spell, and slapped her on the head.
This was a rather ruthless attack; Mo Ran's forehead instantly turned red, but the effect was excellent. The inky black color faded, and even a strand of silver hair appeared behind Mo Ran's ear.
The interruption of the spell came just in time. Yin Yuan buried his head in his spatial storage and frantically searched through it, even managing to give Yan Xi a thumbs up in his mind.
It has to be you.
Yan Xi gave Yin Yuan a rather smug smile, then turned to face Mo Ran and put on an epic face change.
His face was so black, almost like soot from the bottom of a pot; Yin Yuan probably thought it would crumble if he blew on it.
"Sorry, I lost my temper."
Mo Ran lowered his eyes, his mood downcast.
Yan Xi watched as she clenched her fingers. She had originally intended to slap her face, but seeing such a beautiful face, she hesitated to do it.
"Do you regret it?" she asked, deliberately lowering her voice to mimic Mo Ran's earlier manner, leaning close to Mo Ran's ear, the curve of her lips a mixture of mockery and sarcasm.
Mo Ran's breath hitched for a moment, as if hesitating, before he finally replied, "No regrets."
Yan Xi pressed her lips down, her expression turning cold again. She remained in that position, not moving an inch.
"This is retribution, I don't regret it." Mo Ran paused for a moment, then continued.
"hopeless!"
Yan Xi flicked her sleeves, turned away with a cold shout, and left.
This main hall is a reception room. Behind the soft couch, in the corner of the wall, there is a small door that leads to a long corridor. Behind the corridor are other buildings and a small garden.
Yan Xi walked to the door and was about to open it when she heard Mo Ran say again:
"Isn't this what you wanted? Why are you angry?"
Yan Xi paused, turned her head, and glared at her coldly.
Mo Ran's expression remained unchanged, but something seemed to be suppressed in his eyes.
"Wasn't this your original plan? Why did you change your mind? Why are you angry?"