The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 221p1

Chapter 221: What’s This About Marrying First and Loving Later? 6(1)

No third person could witness this scene. The woman in layers of red clothing held another’s hand in her cold, white hands, her crimson lips pressed against a warm palm.

She bent down, her head bowed in an almost reverent posture.

Gently, meticulously, she licked the beads of blood welling up from the indifferent heart. From their first meeting, she had craved the blood flowing within this person.

A cold and indifferent Ghost King shouldn’t have a merciful side. Consuming the person before her was the best way to recover, but Xuan Miao didn’t do it.

Even without her memories, she followed her heart, refusing to do what she didn’t want to, repeatedly driving the person away.

From Tao Ning’s perspective, she could clearly see Xuan Miao’s profile. Xuan Miao carefully tucked a stray strand of hair behind Tao Ning’s ear. The weak, yellowish candlelight flickered on her face, the light not quite reaching past the bridge of her nose, leaving the other side of her face shrouded in a hazy shadow, a beauty that seemed unreal.

She was truly weak. Perhaps she herself didn’t understand why she had become like this, only wandering through this vast cave, empty and lost.

Xuan Miao, immersed in the fresh blood, was startled by the movement. She wasn’t moved by this unusually gentle gesture. Her blood-red eyes lost most of their crimson hue, returning to a deep black, with only wisps of red lingering within.

The Ghost King, who had slumbered for who knows how many years, naturally wouldn’t return to normal because of this bit of blood. Her unreadable eyes stared intently at Tao Ning, seemingly pondering something.

In the next instant, Tao Ning’s vision blurred, and the scene before her changed. The coldness intensified.

Her position shifted from leaning against the cave wall to lying on the ground, pressed down. Beside her was the deep, dark pool, the faint sound of flowing water reaching her ears.

Two figures were reflected on the water’s surface, poised in confrontation, yet in an extremely intimate position.

The water in this deep pool was flowing, perhaps from the same source as the village’s drinking water, but no one had the time to investigate this matter now.

Xuan Miao’s face appeared above Tao Ning. A bead of blood clung to her lips. Tao Ning subconsciously glanced at it, and Xuan Miao licked it away, her tongue flashing briefly.

This action made Tao Ning unable to look away.

A cold finger touched her face, pinching her chin and forcing her gaze upwards. Xuan Miao said, “You’re not a fool.”

520, finally released from mosaic censorship, excitedly logged in, only to hear this question, and instantly fell silent.

In these past few days, staying home and not going out, she had only been thinking about this?

Was this the extent of a Ghost King’s dignity and comprehension?

Although it didn’t understand what exactly was unsuitable for a system to view in the previous scene, the main system had judged it as such. Anything below the neck that was suggestive was suggestive and had to be censored.

Tao Ning chuckled: “When did I ever say I was a fool?”

Xuan Miao spoke slowly, but her reaction wasn’t slow: “Then that day, were you testing me?”

It seemed that in the past two days, Xuan Miao had not only been thinking about this matter, but had also practiced her speech, truly a problem caused by sleeping for too long without talking to anyone.

Tao Ning thought, her speech has become much more fluent: “Not really, I truly have deep feelings for you and want to marry you.”

Xuan Miao was unmoved, her tone icy: “Smooth talker.”

Her heart was dead, cold, the blood beneath her skin no longer flowing. How could a ghost without emotions be moved by sweet words?

At this moment, Xuan Miao had lost all emotions and was destined not to be easily swayed.

Deep down, Xuan Miao’s attitude these past few days had always been one of keeping people at arm’s length. Compared to tolerance, it was more that she couldn’t be bothered to argue with Tao Ning.

She always repaid kindness, and not killing her was considered repayment.

Tao Ning looked hurt: “You don’t believe me? Why?”

Xuan Miao moved the hand pinching Tao Ning’s chin, her fingers curling slightly, gently brushing against her cheek, finally stopping at her vulnerable throat: “I should be the one asking you this question.”

Actually, what Xuan Miao wanted to ask more was, what was her purpose in approaching her again and again?

What was she coveting from her? But she no longer had anything worth coveting.

Her slender fingertips gently caressed Tao Ning’s throat, feeling the rhythmic pulse beneath. Even without words, the threat was palpable.

One wrong word, and she would be killed by these perfect hands.

“That’s true.” Tao Ning, however, remained calm. She remembered what she had seen today, “Perhaps you won’t understand my thoughts. Someone who grew up in Lingxiu Village, listening to stories of the Mountain God, protected by the Mountain God, watching brides get married, how could I not be envious?”

She was indeed envious, because in Tao Zi’s eyes, they had new clothes to wear and could eat their fill.

“Then one day, I met the real Mountain God. She didn’t look like her round statue, she had a human form, and it’s only natural for someone to fall in love and take the initiative, isn’t it?”

520 could only comment that this was sophistry, making things up and deceiving a lonely female ghost.

Xuan Miao’s attention was indeed diverted: “What statue?”

Tao Ning propped herself up on her arms, moving closer to Xuan Miao: “Do you remember what your statue looks like?”

Suddenly being asked this, countless images flashed through Xuan Miao’s mind, each one fleeting and fragmented. A sharp pain assaulted her, so intense that she almost collapsed onto Tao Ning: “I…”

Before she could speak, all the fragmented images disappeared, finally settling on a scene of debris.

In the dim cave, the candlelight flickered. Objects were thrown into the deep pool, red threads carrying the villagers’ wishes interwoven among the red candles, forming a net.

The red threads no longer represented blessings, but restraints. The people who tied them hoped that the evil ghost would be trapped here, never to emerge.

Someone shouted: “The evil ghost deceives the world! Today, we seal the fierce ghost, protecting our land for generations to come!”

“…”

Knowing that there was probably a hidden story behind the statue, but not expecting such serious consequences from just mentioning it, Tao Ning, ignoring everything else, supported Xuan Miao’s shoulders, changing their positions, her head resting against Xuan Miao.

Tao Ning originally wanted to feed her some blood. She didn’t care about using the identity she had specifically generated, a little blood was nothing compared to before.

Looking at her hand, Tao Ning was stunned.

The wound on her left palm had completely healed. This wasn’t something a cold and ruthless evil ghost would do.

Without time to think, she took a blade from her bag and slashed her wrist.

Bright red beads of blood welled up from the wound, forming a line, all fed into Xuan Miao’s mouth.

Smelling the enticing scent, Xuan Miao’s first reaction was to turn her head away, refusing to accept the blood that could ease her pain.

She had always believed that she didn’t need these things, that she should be strong and fearless. The longing from within made Xuan Miao feel extremely resistant.

Tao Ning’s hand, firm yet gentle, turned Xuan Miao’s face, forcing the blood in.

“Don’t resist me, drink it.”

The crimson blood stained her lips and chin, some dripping onto her clothes, her raised neck swallowing continuously, a decadent and alluring sight.

After only a few mouthfuls, Xuan Miao pushed Tao Ning’s wrist away. Her plain hand brushed over the wound on Tao Ning’s wrist, instantly healing it.

After calming down, Xuan Miao straightened up and said, “I don’t have a statue, what you saw wasn’t me.”

Tao Ning asked sharply, “You remembered?”

Xuan Miao hesitated for a moment, choosing not to continue hiding it: “Just a part.”

Tao Ning: “Is this part about this place?”

“…” Xuan Miao didn’t speak, but her expression showed that Tao Ning had guessed correctly, “It has nothing to do with you.”

Right now, she didn’t want to trust anyone.

After saying that, she stood up and left, the candles on the side tilting from the wind caused by her sleeves.

The figure reflected in the water, however, didn’t leave, surprisingly turning its head to look at the person behind it.

Actually, she wasn’t looking at Tao Ning’s face, but further down, at the hand holding her sleeve.

One sitting, one standing, separated by a distance, connected only by the light red sleeve.

Tao Ning said, “Are you willing to stay here forever, not wanting to find out what happened?”

Xuan Miao remained unmoved: “What does it have to do with you?”

No relatives, no reason, just relying on a baseless affection to maintain trust?

“I know you’re not unwilling to leave this place, you can’t leave this place,” Tao Ning said. “But I have a way to take you out, do you want to come with me?”

Tao Ning had completely broken the formation on the ground, but for some reason, Xuan Miao couldn’t leave this place.

Outside the cold pool, the cave was still her cage. Every day, she looked at the fading murals…

“…” After a brief surprise, Xuan Miao’s lips curled into a sardonic smile: “You, take me down the mountain?”

Her tone was more like asking: What makes you think you’re capable of taking me down the mountain?