dognovel Chapter 485 Hypocritical!
Chapter 485 Hypocritical!
Lin Ci'an's fingertips hovered above the wound on Chu Ziyu's chest, trembling slightly. Those hideous scars were like sharp knives, cutting his heart.
"Who did it?" His voice was terribly low, and dark undercurrents were surging in his emerald eyes.
Chu Ziyu turned his face away and silently fastened his collar to hide the scars again. A drop of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, which he wiped away casually.
Lin Ci'an grabbed his wrist and said, "Answer me!"
"It's not important." Chu Ziyu said softly, but at this moment he suddenly coughed up blood, which splashed on Lin Ci'an's holy robe, blooming a dazzling red.
This was really not what Chu Ziyu did on purpose. It was his good brother who used him as an experiment openly and punished him secretly. He was too harsh, and Chu Ziyu blocked his sense of pain, so he just felt weak. Who knew he would vomit blood.
Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly shrank, and the dark power in his body almost went out of control. He could no longer control himself. Why was this person always so disobedient? Lock him up, lock him up, so that only he could see it.
Lin Ci'an's mind was in a mess, but to Chu Ziyu, his expression was getting colder and colder.
"Your Highness, don't you find it ridiculous? It was you who asked me to kneel down in public just now, and now it's you who is pretending to care about me again?"
Chu Ziyu's words were like a sharp ice spike, piercing Lin Ci'an's heart. He suddenly let go of his hand and took a half step back. The bloodstains on his holy robe were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
"Hypocritical?" Lin Ci'an's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, and his emerald eyes trembled slightly. He subconsciously clenched his sleeves, and his fingertips turned white due to the force.
Chu Ziyu lowered his eyes and watched the unconscious little movements of the Holy Son, feeling so happy that he almost laughed out loud. That was it - the way he pretended to be calm while being hurt by his words made him want to crush him in his arms.
But he showed a bitter smile on his face, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips and said, "I am sorry for the rudeness." His voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, "It's just... I don't understand why the Holy Son suddenly..."
Before he could finish his words, he coughed up another mouthful of blood, which this time splashed directly onto the tip of Lin Ci'an's snow-white boots.
Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly shrank, and the dark power in his body surged wildly. He grabbed Chu Ziyu's wrist with such force that it almost broke his bones: "Don't move!"
Holy light and black mist flowed out from his palms at the same time, interweaving into a strange gray-white light that enveloped the two of them. Chu Ziyu groaned, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead - the healing process of this mixed energy was ten times more painful than pure holy light.
“Does it hurt?” Lin Ci’an’s voice tightened unconsciously, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
Chu Ziyu raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and sweat slid down his neck into his collar. However, a faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Sir Saint...are you concerned about me?"
Lin Ci'an's hand suddenly gained strength, and the gray-white light surged: "Shut up."
Lin Ci'an saw that Chu Ziyu's face turned pale with pain, and it's not that he is incapable of separating the two forces, but this is what he deserves.
“Hiss—” Chu Ziyu took a breath of cold air, but laughed even more wantonly, “You’re really cruel...”
He deliberately let his voice carry a bit of panting, and watched with satisfaction as the tip of Lin Ci'an's ear turned slightly red. When the Son's fingertips brushed across the deepest wound on his chest, he suddenly grabbed that hand and pressed it against his heart.
"Do you feel it?" Chu Ziyu lowered his voice, and his bloody breath sprayed on Lin Ci'an's neck, "Every time it jumps... it's calling your name."
Lin Ci'an tried to pull his hand back as if he had received an electric shock, but was held firmly. Under his palm was warm skin and uneven scars, as well as an abnormally violent heartbeat - thump, thump, thump, like a trapped animal hitting a cage.
"You...!" Lin Ci'an's voice rarely lost its composure.