Chapter 134: Teasing Qi'er

Sensing danger, his body instinctively wanted to dodge, but the next moment, Wang Luo froze in place. He stood there, completely defenseless, waiting for the attack to descend.

*Boom!*

A cyan-colored palm instantly sent Wang Luo flying. He traced a sorrowful arc across the sky, falling toward the grass not far away. Before he could hit the ground, he was caught by a warm embrace, as if he had willingly fallen into those gentle arms, leaving him no chance to react.

"Take this blow, and we are even. From now on, we owe each other nothing!"

Frowning, Wang Luo pulled away from Qi'er’s arms. With blood staining the corner of his mouth and his face pale, he slowly stood up. He looked at Hanrod with cold, emotionless eyes and spoke with absolute finality before turning to walk away, showing not a hint of reluctance, just as he had days before.

"Very well. From this day forward, we are even!"

Hearing the voice from behind, Wang Luo’s footsteps did not falter. He continued forward, his figure slightly unsteady, moving at a slow and measured pace...

One sentence, one romance—had it truly ended? No one knew.

Much like their first separation, which had ended with the exact same words, someone had eventually relented. Now, it was the same; no one knew if someone would relent again, or if this was truly the end.

Qi'er glanced at Hanrod and smiled, preparing to follow Wang Luo, but the next moment, a familiar voice rang out from afar, and a cyan figure came sprinting toward them.

"Qi'er, wait for me!"

"Oh? Hanrod, you're here too? The day you broke through to the seventh rank and fell into a coma, it was your big brother here who carried you back. Don't you dare try to steal my Qi'er!"

Beatty arrived, rushing over and throwing an arm around Hanrod as if they were the best of friends, drawing a side-eye from Gus.

Gus was becoming confused. It seemed that every legendary, rarely-seen powerhouse of the academy was appearing one after another, all directly or indirectly because of Wang Luo. If Wang Luo stayed here any longer, Gus truly feared he might attract every celebrity in the school. His simple, honest mind was in a state of chaos.

"Hey, Qi'er, wait for me!"

Before Hanrod could reply, Beatty, noticing Qi'er was leaving, dashed after her. But in the next second, he was sent flying backward at an even greater speed.

"Beatty, unless you’ve reached the seventh rank, you’d best stay away from me. If you dare bother me again, don’t blame me for being heartless!"

Seeing Wang Luo’s figure growing distant, Qi'er, anxious in her heart, turned cold instantly. She spoke to Beatty, who was stunned after being sent flying. She had no time to waste here; Wang Luo was what mattered most.

"Wooo... Qi'er, you’re actually being mean to me because of Wang Luo! Fine, once I enter the Advancement Illusion, I will surely break through to the seventh rank. Then you’ll never be able to drive me away!"

Listening to Beatty’s wailing, Wang Luo couldn't help but stumble. Aside from the eccentric Bonnie, he had now encountered an eccentric man in Beatty.

"Stop pretending to be pitiful. Others might not know, but I know that even if I sliced you with a blade, you wouldn't bleed."

Glancing at the approaching Qi'er, Wang Luo ignored her and continued his weak trek. Although Qi'er had guessed correctly—he was feigning weakness—there was no helping it; it was more effective that way. Besides, it wasn't entirely a performance; some things could not be faked.

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"Wang Luo, you really are talented. To think you could use such magical blood energy to erase the hickey on your body. Hehe, you’ve never done that before. It seems your understanding and application of blood energy have grown even stronger!"

At these words, a cold glint flickered in Wang Luo’s eyes. Since entering the inner courtyard, this was the first time he had been alone with Qi'er. He had thought he had finally shaken her off, but every word she spoke made it clear he was still in her grasp—or rather, in the grasp of Geda.

"What exactly are you trying to say? I will not cooperate with you. If you want to be screwed, I don't mind!"

He stopped and looked at Qi'er’s angelic face, thinking of her hermaphroditic body. Wang Luo’s eyes burned with unbridled appraisal, while a murderous impulse surged in his heart.

Every time he recalled being forced during the trials, a burning rage scorched his every nerve. He was constantly thinking of revenge, yet he couldn't break through to the seventh rank and was simply no match for Qi'er. Otherwise, he wouldn't have followed the method Qilu suggested to reach the seventh rank.

"Wang Luo, in front of me, you have no secrets. Your body, your soul, everything about you—I know it like the back of my hand."

"Is that so?"

A wicked smile played on his lips. Wang Luo pressed forward, wrapping his arms around Qi'er’s slender waist. He pressed tightly against her, the hot breath from his mouth playing over her swelling chest.

"Tell me, what do you think I want to do now?"

His right hand slid down her delicate waist, gripping her soft, shapely buttocks. He pushed his hips forward, the heat between his legs pressing against the beauty’s thighs, his hot breath brushing against her alluring red lips with every word.

"You want to kill me, and at the same time, you want to possess me. You are conflicted, and you are furious that you can still react to me, yet you cannot control your own body. Furthermore, even if I stood before you stripped bare, letting you do as you pleased, you wouldn't dare touch a hair on my head, would you?"

Without flinching, Qi'er looked at Wang Luo, letting him act as he pleased. She knew he dared not touch her, fearing she would drain every ounce of energy from his body.

"Is that so?"

Suddenly, Wang Luo smiled enigmatically. Sensing something was wrong, Qi'er’s heart trembled, and she tried to dodge, but it was too late. A finger instantly broke through her defenses, entering deep along with the white fabric—violent and stimulating.

"Haha..."

With one swift strike, Wang Luo retreated, pushing his Shadow Phantom technique to the absolute limit. In a few blinks, he vanished without a trace.

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"You're back."

Anwei, who had been snacking while staring blankly at her book, suddenly returned to her usual languid state. She flipped a page, glanced at the figure who had suddenly appeared in the rocking chair beside her, and spoke calmly.

"Yeah. Anwei, I don't want to go back. Let me stay here for a few days."

Closing his eyes in dejection, Chelsea lay limply in the rocking chair, his voice sounding slightly hoarse as he recalled what he had just seen and heard.

"Tell me what you saw."

"I—"

Hearing Anwei’s persistent questioning, Chelsea wanted to say something. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He only felt that in this world, it wasn't the life-or-death physical struggles that were the most terrifying; it was the silent, invisible blow that struck the deepest part of your heart.