(MTL) The Dodder Beauty and The Paranoid Villain [QT]

33 | Demon Lord and his White Moonlight

    Xie Huai leaned against the bottom of the water, the water surface just below his chin.

    Unexpectedly, the water was still cold when he first came down, but now the water temperature began to rise slowly, but it was not very hot, at most it was lukewarm.

    But this made him feel like a fish waiting to be boiled in a pot.

    Immediately, he heard the sound of rushing water... Oh, and there was a big fish of unknown species beside it.

    When Fu Yan got up, he brought up a large splash of water, and a few drops splashed on Xie Huai's face.

    Glancing at him from the corner of his eye, Xie Huai slid down a little bit, the water completely submerged his lips, because his attention was all on the approaching figure, he accidentally choked on the water while breathing.

    Xie Huai coughed badly, and there was a string of drops of water hanging on his eyelashes. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was the tears he coughed up, but his vision was blurred.

    Fu Yan had already come in front of him at this time, seeing him choked like this, felt distressed and wanted to laugh, lifted his chin out of the water, and wiped off the water drops for him, so his vision became clearer.

    "I hurt myself by eight hundred." Fu Yan said such a sentence for no reason.

    Xie Huai understood it all at once, his ears felt hot, and he wanted to suffocate himself again, but when he thought of being choked like that just now, he stopped the thought.

    "Hand."

    Xie Huai froze for a moment, not knowing what he was going to do, but he stretched out his hand out of nowhere.

    Facing palms together, Fu Yan squeezed his fingers between his fingers and clenched them tightly, "This is more effective."

    "..."

Xie Huai felt that he had been fooled, but couldn't find a point to refute, and his fingers hesitated. After a pause, he finally grabbed the opponent.

    His hands were a lot thinner than the other's, and it looked as if they were completely held in his palms.

    The corner of Fu Yan's mouth raised slightly, and he closed his eyes with him.

    Immediately afterwards, a very comfortable feeling spread from the palm to the body along the arms, with a little warmth, but soon, he felt that something in the body was being expelled a little bit, and the original comfortable warmth was gone. It weakened, and gradually turned into a cold knife scraping his flesh little by little.

    The intensity ranged from light to heavy, with numbness and pain intertwined. Xie Huai was obviously a little powerless. He tried his best to endure it, sweating on his forehead, and his arms began to tremble.

    He wanted to withdraw his hand, but his whole body seemed to be controlled invisibly, and he couldn't use any strength. He could even feel that he was slowly losing strength, as if he was running ten laps around the mountain with a large basket of firewood in one breath.