MM Racing Page 59
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"Little guy... I really can't bear to destroy you directly."
"Since that's the case, then I'll... wear you down little by little until you're completely lifeless, and then I'll turn your corpse into a puppet and keep it with me, how about that?"
"I kill you!"
Mu Qinghan had long lost his reason; his lustful words had been completely crushed by the murderous intent surging in his mind.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with crimson, and the veins on his hand gripping the sword hilt bulged from extreme madness.
The sword in his hand became a blurry afterimage, sometimes sweeping across like thunder splitting the earth, sometimes thrusting straight like a venomous snake spitting its tongue. Each sword strike was wrapped in extreme killing intent, slashing wildly towards the direction of lust.
But the figure of lust is like a wisp of smoke that cannot be grasped, always managing to nimbly dodge the sword's edge just millimeters from its body.
The fingertips of desire brushed against the strands of hair ruffled by the wind beside her ear.
She looked at Mu Qinghan's chest, which rose and fell slightly from his frantic sword swings, and spoke in a voice as light as a feather, yet with the sharpest penetrating power.
"How interesting. I was quite startled when I first tried to probe your mind."
"I thought that for someone your age to have such resilience, your character must be as flawless as jade, without a single weakness."
"That would be truly remarkable."
She slowly walked around Mu Qinghan, her gaze falling on his blood-stained yet still taut profile.
"I never imagined that you could have sealed your heart so tightly, yet hidden deep within it was such a surging murderous intent."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qinghan's sword came piercing through the air again with a sharp whistling sound. His sword moves were faster and more ruthless than before, but also more chaotic.
Desire merely turned slightly to the side, avoiding it once again.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, her smile even more playful, like a cat playing with a mouse, deliberately slowing down her speech, provoking her with every word.
"Tell me, where did this murderous intent come from?"
"Is it because... I accidentally killed someone important, and that's why I've been suppressing that guilt deep in my heart?"
"Or is it that... you've always wanted to kill someone, but because you weren't strong enough, you could only watch them live, turning that killing intent... into... a poison that gnaws at your heart?"
Mu Qinghan remained silent, but his magical power surged once more, unleashing a sword beam hundreds of meters long that hurtled straight toward her.
"Don't rush, my little ones haven't come out yet."
With a flick of his finger, lust cleaved the sword light in two!
Her voice had an eerie sweetness, like honey coated with poison.
"They used to be just as vibrant and adorable as you, but now—"
She drew out her words, then a sharp laugh suddenly pierced the air, "They've all become my most obedient darlings!"
"You're the cutest! From now on, you'll be my precious baby, okay? Hehehe—"
Before the laughter subsided, lust slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips tracing the air.
The ground beneath her feet suddenly began to churn, and as the soil churned, a dark swamp appeared, emitting a putrid stench, and was expanding outwards at a visible speed.
The next second, countless mangled bodies slowly crawled out of the mud.
Some of them were wearing rotten monk robes, with a gruesome bloody hole torn open in their chests, clearly indicating that their hearts had been removed.
The demon's body was covered in broken scales, and its eyes, which should have been shining with spiritual light, were now just two empty, bloody holes.
Some creatures were so indistinct that their shapes were blurred, with only twisted limbs dragging on the ground, leaving a sticky black trail with each step they took.
Mu Qinghan's eyes were bloodshot.
Before the first human puppet could fully crawl out of the mud, he suddenly took a step forward, and with a flash of sword light, the puppet's head rolled to the ground, black and red blood gushing out from the severed neck.
But the headless body did not fall; it continued to climb upwards by instinct, while the head that had rolled to the side kept opening and closing its mouth.
The white-clad figure danced violently amidst the horde of corpses, like a withered lotus struggling to bloom in the blood and grime.
Mu Qinghan's sword moved faster and faster. With each flash of the sword, the limbs of the puppets were severed. Black blood and rotting flesh splattered all over his robes, turning the once white fabric into a mottled dark red.
"You all must die! Die!"
His roars grew increasingly hoarse, and the metallic taste of blood rising in his throat made each breath feel like swallowing a razor blade.
But these puppets are mindless inanimate objects. Even if their heads are severed and their limbs are broken, their remains can be pieced back together by some strange power and they will roar and pounce on us again.
Sharp claws sliced across Mu Qinghan's arm, tearing away flesh and blood; hard knuckles slammed into his chest, causing even more intense pain to his already broken ribs.
His body gradually became covered with wounds of varying depths, and blood flowed continuously from the wounds, soaking his robes and dripping onto the ground, mixing with the puppet's black blood to form murky streams.
But Mu Qinghan was completely unaware; his world consisted only of wielding his sword, killing, and that one hoarse roar that was constantly repeated.
"Kill...kill...kill!"
Desire stood at a distance, a slight smile playing on its lips.
It seems like it won't be long before I get him.
Tu Shan Ya Ya's body suddenly stiffened, and a sharp pain exploded from her heart without warning, instantly sweeping through her limbs and bones.
She suddenly clutched her chest, her body trembling uncontrollably, her breathing becoming rapid and broken.
"What's wrong, Sister Ya Ya?"
Tu Shan Rongrong was the first to notice something was wrong. She rushed to Ya Ya's side, gently tugging at her sleeve, her voice full of worry.
Honghong quickly put down the pastries in her hand and rushed forward to support Yaya's swaying body.
"Ya Ya! Are you alright? What happened?"
Ya Ya lowered her head, her bangs obscuring her eyes, only hot tears falling onto the floor.
She opened her mouth, her voice choked with barely suppressed sobs, escaping intermittently from her throat.
"My...my heart suddenly aches so much...Sister, Rongrong, I suddenly...I suddenly feel so sad, I...I..."
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly raised her head, her bright eyes now filled with tears, her red-rimmed eyes filled with an unprecedented panic.
She gripped Rongrong's arm tightly, her voice trembling with despair.
"I feel like something precious is leaving me, I'm so scared... I've never felt this heartache before... My heart aches so much..."
"What's wrong? What happened? What's wrong with me...?"
"Is...is it Mu Bingkuai?"
"Yes...yes!"
"It must be...it must be something happened to Mu Bingkuai!"
Tu Shan Ya Ya staggered back a step, the pain in her heart intensifying.
She gazed out the window, tears blurring her vision, and the image of Mu Qinghan's always cold face flashed uncontrollably through her mind.
He must be in danger, or even in life-threatening danger!
The moment the thought crossed her mind, it caused her such heartache that she could hardly breathe.
"Ice blocks..."
"Ice blocks..."
His brows furrowed slightly, the playfulness in his eyes fading, replaced by a hint of surprise.
Mu Qinghan, who had been wielding his sword like a madman, suddenly stopped moving at this moment.
The sword tip hovered in mid-air, and droplets of blood on the blade continued to slowly slide down the tip, dripping onto the ground with a soft, rustling sound.
But he was frozen in place, as if under a spell… completely still…
Um? what happens?
Is my toy... already broken?
I haven't even started playing yet, it's so boring.
Mu Qinghan remained motionless.
He simply lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the crimson stain sliding down the blade.
Blood meandered down the surface of the blade like a tiny blood snake, eventually condensing at the tip and falling onto the rotten ground, spreading out a small patch of dark red.
His pupils dilated slightly, and the madness and killing intent that had been there before were gone from his eyes, leaving only a blank emptiness, as if he could no longer hear the roars of the puppets rushing towards him.
At the same time, the voice that had just been ringing in my ears appeared again.
"Jingle Bell…"
The bell rang softly, yet it carried the power to penetrate all the noise.
It's like icicles dripping from the eaves when the snow melts in early spring, or like the crisp sound of a mountain spring hitting rocks in a deep valley.
It instantly dispelled the surging murderous intent in his mind.
"Jingle Bell…"
The bell rang again, this time seemingly closer, as if it were right next to his ear.
Mu Qinghan's body trembled slightly, and his tense shoulders gradually relaxed a bit.
His hazy consciousness seemed to be awakened by the ringing of the bell, and some blurry images began to flash intermittently through his mind.
The peach blossoms of Tushan, Ya Ya's smiling face...
And then there's the bell tied to her wrist.
"Hey, you promised, you absolutely, positively, you have to come find me!"
"I came...I came to find...you..."
"Jingle Bell…"
"Jingle Bell…"
Chapter 73: Feeling in love
"Please, Father, save Qinghan! He did it to protect us!"
"All the danger was caused by us. If he really dies out there, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life!"
Wang Quanba knelt on the ground, his hands supporting him on the cold floor, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with regret and despair.