1188: Chapter 353 White Tiger 1188: Chapter 353 White Tiger Storms arise on the day of the black sun, yet they do not dissipate with its disappearance; instead, they sweep across the entirety of the Great Sun Tomb.
Tornadoes grind the world to dust, then tenderly fuse it back together.
Strange creatures from the Great Sun Tomb rush into the tornadoes, into shattered space, either torn to pieces or devouring the storm itself.
These creatures, Su He still can’t find the words to describe.
Void of life’s breath, not quite alive, yet not zombies either, they’re like machines, naturally so.
The scent of decay and erosion spreads unabated, even the Great Sun Tomb itself continuously succumbs to corrosion.
This truly is the end of days.
Ji Feixue raises her hand lightly, the azure wooden cocoon around her shatters, one step outside and she is already beside Su He.
Su He recoils inward, retracting from the Dragon Turtle Tribe’s treasure, transforming back into human form.
The ancestral apparition spawned from Dragon Turtle Clan’s Divine Artifact also vanishes, leaving only the Turtle Shell Suppressing amidst the storm, immovable as a mountain, no matter how fiercely the winds blow, it remains unscathed.
Su He pulls inward, drawing Ji Feixue in.
With a fluid motion, he pulls her into his arms, hugging her tightly, burrowing into her shoulder blade, breathing in deeply, whiffing her unique fragrance, holding on even tighter.
“Sister, I’ve missed you in the 730,000 years we’ve been apart.”
“Is that so?” Ji Feixue’s voice trembles slightly, yet she giggles teasingly, “Turns out Little Master knows how to sweet-talk.
I, however, haven’t been away that long; I see Little Master every day.”
“Hmm?” Su He looks up.
There he sees the lady in his arms staring at him infatuatedly, her phoenix eyes brimming with emotion, lips slightly pouted as if mockingly annoyed yet seductively charming.
Her mouth opens like a red lotus swaying in the wind, almost speaking yet holding back some complaints.
She gazes at him with a soft laugh, “Whether my eyes are closed, or open, asleep or awake, Little Master sure knows how to wear someone down.”
Su He is taken aback.
Who’s sweet-talking?
This temptress is naturally gifted at it.
She’s transformed from the aloof Ji Feixue he left behind into a fox-like woman.
Quite… quite refreshing.
Ji Feixue breathes a soft fragrance by his ear, tickling Su He’s heart.
His arms unconsciously climb higher, Ji Feixue shivers slightly, then hears Su He whispering by her ear, “Sister has grown up.”
“Ptui!” Ji Feixue spits at him, rolling her eyes, she flicks his eagerly naughty Little Su He, “Little Master’s gotten bolder, huh!”
Before going back 730,000 years, he wasn’t this daring.
Back then, he wanted to take advantage of her, yet was on guard against her, his conflicted demeanor was somewhat adorable.
Su He chuckles, spins her around twice, letting her maturity press tightly against his chest, feeling the softness there, he laughs heartily, “Because it’s different now!
I’m back!”
Ji Feixue is instantly enchanted, watching Su He she breathes even more heavily.
She understands.
Before, she knew Little Master, but Little Master didn’t know her.
The Su He back then had not experienced all with her, and was not the husband from her memories.
Yet now, he’s returned from 730,000 years ago having taken all the liberties, truly her flirtatious husband.
The old thief wouldn’t dare to reach inside her clothes to ascend the peaks the moment they met.
Ji Feixue spits again, fending off his playful hand.
Su He doesn’t mind, laughing heartily, looking out of the Turtle Shell, “Sister, they’ve escaped.”
Through the Turtle Shell’s window, one can see the Sealed Emperor Great Ancestor and Emperor Luan have fled into the unknown, breaking completely from the battle.
“Well, there’s nothing we can do about that.” Ji Feixue laughs, “Husband is too weak, incapable of keeping them here, what can I do?”
Su He: “…”
He had just got used to Ji Feixue being weaker than him, only to be brutally reminded of reality.
Seeing his conflicted expression, Ji Feixue snickers, her body quivering with laughter.
Su He doesn’t realize when his measure-for-growth hand starts to tremble.
Ji Feixue bends over laughing, almost out of breath.
She feels as if the dark clouds have dispersed, and all the gloom of 730,000 years has floated away at this moment.
Suddenly she pulls Su He’s hand from within her clothes, running towards the outside, “Let’s go, let’s go, they’ve all left, I don’t want to stay here any longer, Little Master goes off to enjoy himself, leaving me behind in such a suppressive environment, utterly heartless.”
Finally, they can escape.
Su He starts laughing, letting her pull him along as they run towards the outside.
The atmosphere of the Great Sun Tomb is too oppressive, truly like the end of the world.
Ordinary people couldn’t stand it for a moment, yet Ji Feixue has stayed here for years, even losing four avatars.
The hardship she has faced is evident.
As Su He runs along, a strange feeling comes from behind.
He turns to see the place they were just at; a graceful figure standing quietly watching them.
It’s the Black-clothed.
“Dear…” Su He speaks softly.
But Ji Feixue pulls him to run faster, “Teehee, don’t bother about her.
Doesn’t Little Master think the Great Sun Tomb suits Black-clothed even better?”
The Sealed Emperor Great Ancestor, it’s unknown from where he had stolen vast amounts of Yuan’s power, accumulated over tens of thousands of years, all refined by Su He with a slap dispersed in the Great Sun Tomb, turned into unclaimed energy.
In addition to the desolate atmosphere here that extinguishes everything, it truly is the best place for Black-clothed to retreat in seclusion, even more suitable than the Yunze left by her father-in-law.
Ji Feixue’s reasoning was sound, but Su He felt she was hiding something.
He scratches lightly at Ji Feixue’s palm, whispering, “Sister, Black-clothed doesn’t really want to kill me, right?”
Ji Feixue turns to look at him, laughing like silver bells, “You guess!”
I won’t guess!
The Su He on Corpse Mountain, riddled with holes, as if flayed by a thousand blades.
He won’t guess!