Chapter 124: My Fiancée…

“Brother Lin, this big sister is also very beautiful.”

“Hmm, indeed.”

“Brother Lin picked up another beautiful big sister.”

“This… it’s a coincidence, just a coincidence.”

“Will Brother Lin pick up more beautiful big sisters in the future?”

“This… it’s hard to say… I hope not…”

“Why?”

“Because your Sister Qinger will probably be angry.”

“Why would Sister Qinger be angry…”

“This… it’s a bit hard to explain… You’ll know when Yaya grows up…”

“Oh~”

In a cave, firewood burned to the side, and several iron skewers with meat were roasting over the fire. The scent of cumin, honey, and meat wafted through the air.

Skewered on the iron rods was Black Flood Dragon meat.

Lying on the ground was none other than Sikong Wangxing of Tianji City.

This Black Flood Dragon had originally been fighting against Sikong Wangxing (it was a one-sided thrashing).

However, it was clear that Sikong Wangxing’s combat strength was truly lacking.

Just as Sikong Wangxing was about to be swallowed by the Black Flood Dragon, Lin Xun appeared just in time and instantly killed that Black Flood Dragon at the Peak of the Dragon Gate Realm.

Then, the unconscious Sikong Wangxing was carried into the cave by Lin Xun.

Lin Xun didn’t know how long it would be until the next Shrinking Circle, but regardless, he couldn’t just leave Sikong Wangxing behind.

“Sigh…”

Looking at Sikong Wangxing before him, Lin Xun’s feelings were somewhat complicated… “Come, Yaya, help Brother prop this big sister up.”

“Okay, okay.”

Yaya obediently ran to the beautiful big sister’s side and helped Brother Lin prop her up.

Lin Xun sat cross-legged behind Sikong Wangxing and began to circulate his power to heal her.

Healing through power circulation wasn’t like in Wuxia stories; there was no need to take off one’s clothes.

Lin Xun didn’t know why characters in TV dramas always had to strip to heal… Sikong Wangxing had both internal and external injuries, with the internal ones being the most severe. There were several sword marks on her body, and Sword Qi was rampaging within her.

There were also some Curse Killing Arts from Yin-Yang School Cultivators, but they hadn’t taken effect.

These weren’t fatal, but the Black Flood Dragon had exacerbated the injuries, making things somewhat troublesome.

Lin Xun frowned slightly.

This Sword Qi was somewhat similar to that of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect’s Sword Hall. As for the Curse Killing Art, if Lin Xun remembered correctly, it should be from one of his former sparring partners—one of his former Death Warriors—who knew this technique.

This Curse Killing move focused on making the opponent’s death quick and clean, without the slightest hesitation.

Fortunately, Sikong Wangxing had too many protective Magic Treasures, and since they were all at the Dragon Gate Realm, most of the Curse Killing Arts had failed to trigger.

Could it be that Wang Xing had a conflict with the Ten Thousand Demon Sect?

Lin Xun didn’t know exactly what had happened, but he felt that if he hadn’t encountered her, his former fiancée would likely have been swallowed whole by that Black Flood Dragon.

After dispelling the Sword Qi in the girl’s body, undoing the Curse Killing Art, and finally regulating her internal Spiritual Power, Sikong Wangxing was no longer in any danger.

Although he didn’t strip her for the healing, he couldn’t avoid certain inconveniently located A cupoints, so Lin Xun could only offer a silent apology.

After the treatment, he laid Sikong Wangxing back down on the ground. Lin Xun and Yaya then began to eat, and Yaya even thoughtfully used a lotus leaf to give the big sister some water.

“Brother Lin, this big sister seemed to move just now.”

Just as Lin Xun was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed to rest, Yaya walked over on her short legs and gently shook Lin Xun’s arm.

“Hmm?” Lin Xun opened his eyes and looked at Sikong Wangxing.

The girl’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, then slowly relaxed, her long eyelashes trembling faintly.

The moment Sikong Wangxing’s eyelids opened just a crack, Lin Xun quickly put Yaya into his Storage Pouch and sat by the bonfire, pretending to roast meat.

“You’re awake.” When the girl’s eyes, which were like shimmering stars, fully opened, the masked Lin Xun spoke indifferently. His gaze remained on the roasted meat in his hand, not even glancing at Sikong Wangxing.

Sikong Wangxing slowly propped herself up, her leaden hair sliding over her shoulders.

Looking at the man sitting by the bonfire, the scene from before she lost consciousness resurfaced in her mind.

That Black Flood Dragon had opened its bloody maw to swallow her whole when a man holding a long spear formed from leaves stood before her.

And the instant the Black Flood Dragon lunged at the man, she had lost all her strength and fainted.

“Eat something. This Black Flood Dragon is edible once you remove the head and tail. It’s full of protein and can replenish your Spiritual Power.”

The man handed a skewer of roasted dark meat to Sikong Wangxing.

Sikong Wangxing looked at the Black Flood Dragon meat the man offered and reached out a fair, tender hand to take it cautiously.

Sikong Wangxing looked at the masked man, her crystalline teeth biting her red lip. She seemed to want to say something but hesitated. Finally, she just lowered her head, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and began to eat the roasted meat in small bites.

Seeing Sikong Wangxing finish, Lin Xun handed her another skewer.

Sikong Wangxing glanced at Lin Xun, took it again, and continued eating in small bites.

When she finished that one, Lin Xun handed her another, as if he were feeding a little hamster.

Sikong Wangxing took it, but looking at the skewer in her hand, she raised her head, her eyes filled with a bit of pleading: “I… I’m full…”

“You’re full after only two skewers?” Lin Xun’s tone was very blunt. Yaya could eat ten skewers in one go!

“Really… I’m really full.” The girl’s eyes held a hint of grievance.

“No wonder your constitution is so weak,” Lin Xun complained as he took the Black Flood Dragon meat back from her.

Tastes like chicken, nice and crunchy.

Hearing Lin Xun’s complaint, the girl’s bright eyes actually dimmed slightly, as if she were sad and dejected. She lowered her head, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her skirt.

However, Sikong Wangxing soon shook her head as if gathering courage. She took a deep breath, looked up, and gazed at Lin Xun earnestly.

Finally, she spoke, her voice trembling slightly: “You are Lin Xun.”

“Hmm.”

Lin Xun grunted in response, continuing to poke at the bonfire before him, the firelight reflecting off his mask.

The moment Lin Xun admitted it, the little deer in the girl’s chest leaped violently, as if it would jump out of her throat the moment she opened her mouth.

“Then…”

Sikong Wangxing’s eyes wavered as she looked at the masked man. Her fingers gripping her skirt had already turned white.

“Then, Lin Xun, do you know who I am?”

“I know.” Lin Xun’s tone was devoid of emotion.

“Who?” The girl’s voice was like a flower swaying in the wind.

“Sikong Wangxing.”

Lin Xun turned his head and looked directly into her eyes.

But Lin Xun’s eyes were as cold as a fisherman who had been killing fish for over twenty years.

“My fiancée… former fiancée.”