dognovel Chapter 38 Stop fighting!
Chapter 38 Stop fighting!
The intense heat filled the air, and the chaotic scene before him, with the three people already fighting, caused his mind to suddenly go blank.
What's Xiaobai doing here?! When did she arrive? And how did she get here?
Calming down to examine the person before him again, he realized that the frequency emanating from them was distinctly different from the familiar sensations he was used to—it was a ghost formed by the swirling rain.
Good news: It wasn't him.
Bad news: The ghost's origin is unknown.
He was worried that if it was the first time the other person went to fight a boss alone, he wouldn't be able to persuade them otherwise.
So how did he end up here? This part isn't in the original story, is it? How can we fight the boss if he's blocking our way?
Before he could even catch his breath, he saw the purple flames closing in on him. Just as he raised his sword to cleave the attack, they vanished in an instant, avoiding his path.
"Mo Wunian!"
Before he could say anything more, Ji Yan swiftly deflected Ge Shulin's attack with a flick of his wrist, appearing beside him in a flash and holding his spear in front of him.
In the next instant, the wanderer transformed into a swift streak of light, violently shattering the purple flames that had enveloped him. He forcefully cleaved through the obstacles before him, arriving at his side, his longsword gripped tightly against his chest, his eyes warily and nervously fixed on the white-haired man before him.
The flames remained blazing, surging and churning relentlessly, closing in ever closer. However, the once unrestrained, spreading purple flames seemed to hesitate for a moment, halting a meter away, as if restrained by an invisible force.
The person stood amidst the raging flames, the knife in their hand planted in the ground, staring fiercely at the two men before them—yet their gazes, for a fleeting moment, held a hint of struggle and hesitation.
Seeing that the situation had barely stabilized, Ji Yan stared at the burn marks on his hands, looking lingering fear, a rare glint of terror flashing in his eyes.
"General Geshu..."
"Ji Yan, and the person beside you..."
"Step aside"
Ge Shulin stood before the stone statue, his black sword rising from the ground, pointed firmly and unwaveringly at the three of them. However, the sharpness wasn't directed at him directly; it seemed more like a silent yet clear warning to the two who stood in his way.
And within those golden pupils...was an undisguised pain and sorrow—and a possessiveness entangled with desire.
He recognized that look all too well; the last time the other guy rushed at him and bit him, he used the same look.
Although things seemed slightly better, he still felt a sudden tremor in his heart, and his hand involuntarily covered his neck.
This action naturally did not escape Ji Yan's notice, and the hand gripping the spear loosened slightly in an instant.
"Don't think about it!"
Fortunately, our dear wanderer was focused on dealing with the person before him. Upon hearing this, he instantly became alert, his sword pointing directly at the opponent, showing no sign of backing down.
That person is my bottom line, and I absolutely will not allow anyone to cross it!
But the same was true of the person he was facing. After a brief exchange with him, Ge Shulin realized that he could not underestimate this black-haired boy.
But he also valued that person very much, to the point that it surpassed his own life.
After the opponent dodged his attack, although he was now certain that the person before him, Geshu Linsuhui, recognized him, he inexplicably felt that the situation had become more serious.
My intuition is usually quite accurate.
"...I said, get out of the way."
"I only want that person."
He can only be mine!
Just as he was about to step forward to stop it, Ji Yan pulled him forcefully into his arms, gesturing with his eyes for him not to make any rash moves.
The hand holding her was trembling.
Geshulin and the Wanderer were locked in fierce combat. Within this confined space, their two incredibly powerful auras collided like raging waves, causing rubble to fall from the surrounding walls. Black and gold light intertwined and clashed, each exchange seemingly tearing space apart. Neither held back, every move carrying the determination to kill the other; this battle had become a fight to the death.
This is beyond my expectations. Before it even crows, it has already used all its strength on the other party. What's the point of playing anymore?
He shoved Ji Yan aside and rushed to the center of their fight, his sword already drawn. Just when he thought he was about to be injured, the two of them stopped in unison, and all their attacks went astray.
"Stop fighting! This won't get you anywhere!"
"Let's discuss things first!"
Standing between the two men, he felt drenched in sweat. He didn't know which way to point his sword, and after thinking for a long time, he simply sheathed it at his waist.
A deathly silence fell over the room again, all eyes fixed on him. He wondered if it was the spotlight effect, but then realized it didn't seem to be.
My own brain is telling me to run away again.
But there's no escaping it now!
First, his gaze fell upon Geshulin, formed by the swirling rain. It was clear that Geshulin was extremely displeased with him protecting the wanderers; his eyes were dark as he stared at the person behind him.
It looks like he wants to kill the other person.
He turned to look at the wanderer holding the sword, who was also clearly puzzled as to why he was stopping them. The wanderer looked at him with a mixture of confusion and doubt, then warily glanced back at the person behind him.
It seems they also want to kill the other party.
How did these two get into this mess? Can anyone tell him?
"Xiaobai... calm down..."
"This is the Wanderer, the one who foretold the prophet... the one who can kill the Lord of the Formless Blaze."
"You should be on the same side..."
After quickly persuading the other person, he turned to look at the drifter, his words becoming hurried, almost choking him.
"This is Geshu Lin... the former general of Jinzhou..."
"Although I don't know the details, there might be some misunderstanding..."
"Let's discuss things beforehand..."
Both of their gazes fell upon them—or rather, all three.
Ji Yan stood anxiously to the side, watching him with worry, his spear poised to strike at any moment. He was certain that if either of them made the first move, Ji Yan would follow suit.
“Mo Wunian is right, General Geshu…”
"Defeating Mingshiki is the most important thing right now. Although I don't know why you're stopping us, defeating him has always been your wish, hasn't it..."
"Shut up! I will never let that person go and die!"
"I just want that person to stay with me... I don't want to see him leave again!"
"I don't want to see him... lying in front of me again..."
This immediately touched a nerve with him. Even though she didn't want others to see her like this, her voice still trembled slightly, and she looked at him with a hint of humility.
Through these words, Mo Wunian realized that the point in time the other party had rewound must have been when he drew his sword to attack Ming Shi.
I reckon they haven't completely confirmed his "death" yet—if they did, they probably would have rushed up by now.
Oh no, this is terrible!
They ran away right after scamming him, and no one told him he would encounter this situation!
The other person in this situation shouldn't be that pathological yet, right? Can you really soothe them by comforting them yourself?
We absolutely cannot let the other side waste their crowing time!
"..."
Ji Yan and the Wanderer fell silent, simultaneously turning their gazes to the side, their deep eyes rippling with complex and unfathomable emotions.
Thank you. Now he truly feels that he should have stayed to help Yangyang fight monsters.
"……well"
What has he done in his life? It seems like he's been plagued by every bad thing imaginable.
"Xiao Bai, the bigger picture is more important right now!"
"Really? How about we talk about it after we finish playing?"
"...Heh, okay."
"You stay."
As these words were spoken, the Wanderer swung his sword again, but Ge Shulin was clearly prepared, quickly raising his black blade and forcefully pushing it back.
"no!"
The wanderer somersaulted in the air before landing steadily, forcefully plunging his longsword into the ground with one hand. With a dull thud as the sword entered the earth, someone rushed to his side, their voice almost hoarse, trying to stop him.
Ji Yan could no longer stand idly by; his spear was now imbued with the phantom of a blue dragon. He simultaneously stood in front of the two men, staring directly at the former general.
"General Geshu, please forgive me, but I absolutely cannot grant this request."
"This person is very important to me...to us."
"I will not hand it over to you unless my safety can be guaranteed."
Faced with this situation, Geshulin merely curled his lips into a contemptuous sneer. The black blade in his hand blazed with purple flames once more, the leaping firelight only making him appear even more sinister and dark.
This looks like it's about to start a fight again—let him stop it!
"Tide...and also, the risk of inflammation."
"Step aside"
I'll stay.
Upon hearing this, Chao was dumbfounded, and Ji Yan was shocked; he was at a loss.
Only Geshulin smiled with satisfaction.
"Mo Wunian...you..."
"No need to say more, this is my own decision."
"Time waits for no one, and Mingshiki is waiting for you to fight him."
"...I believe he won't lay a hand on me."
As if to confirm his idea, the stone statue trembled violently, the tremor spreading rapidly. Everyone present sensed that things were becoming increasingly serious.
We really can't delay any longer.
"Can……"
The wanderer tried to grab him, but upon confirming that his sword was still securely at his side, he gritted his teeth. He slapped the other's hand away, and with a resolute air, he strode to Geshulin's side, standing beside him.
"..."
"Mo Wunian..."
Ji Yan froze on the spot, his pupils dilating suddenly as he stared at him in disbelief. He instinctively tried to reach out and pull himself back, but the jet-black blade was once again positioned in front of him, blocking his advance.
Don't worry about me.
"My relationship with him is about 30/70, okay?"
He only stabbed me three times; it was only my seventh day after death.
She forced a smile, not daring to look up at the three people's expressions: she clearly remembered that this battle was supposed to be very exciting in the storyline!
Why did it turn out this way with him?
"If he doesn't go... then naturally I won't stop you."
"please?"
She was forcefully pulled aside, almost tripping and falling. Fortunately, the other person had some conscience and caught her in their arms the instant she stumbled.
This is the nth time I've complained about being only 1.7 meters tall.
"..."
The situation had turned out this way; he only felt two people pass by him, and then he entered the place where he had perished.