bookrebus Chapter 493 Losing control
Chapter 493 Losing control
For the first time, panic appeared in his emerald pupils: "Chu Ziyu! Do you think this is--"
"Snapped!"
When the sixth whip fell, the silver nails scraped against the bones with a harsh sound. Chu Ziyu groaned, but raised the bloody corner of his mouth towards Lin Ci'an.
Chu Ziyu's consciousness is in the system space, and his body is only controlled by instinctive consciousness.
@It won’t hurt, the whole process was painless.
(Reality)
Lin Ci'an watched the thirteenth silver nail pierce Chu Ziyu's shoulder blade, and suddenly heard the other's heartbeat in his mind. The heartbeat was getting slower and slower under the erosion of the poison.
"..."
The Holy Son's robe fluttered without wind, and all the torches in the dungeon suddenly turned pale. When Chu Yuntian raised the eighteenth whip, the tip of the whip suddenly became covered with ice crystals, and the entire rack was uprooted and suspended in the violent holy light.
"Is that enough?" There was a divine echo in Lin Ci'an's voice. He reached out and touched the black blood vessels on the side of Chu Ziyu's neck.
Chu Ziyu's sluggish pupils barely focused, and he mouthed something. When Lin Ci'an leaned over, he was suddenly bitten on the earlobe. The warm blood flowed down the Son's neck into his collar, mixed with the other party's weak murmur:
"You see... these nails can't hold anything... except... your Highness's eyes"
"Now... I am the only one left in your eyes..."
The warm blood only made Lin Ci'an feel cold all over.
(Reality)
Holy light poured out from his sleeves, transforming into twelve thin snakes that wrapped around the silver nails. With a teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting, all the silver nails were pulled out at the same time, but they were purified and disappeared without a trace the moment they left the wound.
Chu Ziyu fell forward due to exhaustion, and was caught steadily by Lin Ci'an. Blood instantly soaked the front of the holy robe, and a large red plum blossom bloomed on the pure white cloth.
Blood dripped from the knight's fingertips, but his breathing was unusually steady, as if he felt no pain.
Lin Ci'an frowned, gathered holy light on his fingertips, and pressed it on Chu Ziyu's pulse - weakly.
Lin Ci'an picked up the unconscious Chu Ziyu and carried him sideways, and the black mist formed a staircase under his feet.
Before leaving, he looked back at the judges kneeling on the ground and said, "A small punishment is a big warning."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the judges suddenly covered their left eyes in pain - a black sun mark appeared on their irises at the same time, which was a "mark of dereliction of duty" that could never be erased.
As for Chu Yuntian, his right hand, starting from the fingertips, was turning into stone at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Tell the person behind the scenes," Lin Ci'an's voice rang directly in his mind, "If he touches my things again, it will be his real body that will be petrified next time."
(The Son's Bedchamber)
When the light of the healing spell faded, the whip marks on Chu Ziyu's back had scabbed over, but his body temperature rose abnormally and cold sweat soaked the hair on his forehead.
Lin Ci'an stood beside the bed, using healing magic to treat Chu Ziyu's injuries, but found that the poison was still spreading. On the surface, he looked very calm, but only he knew that he was performing the magic almost mechanically.
"Holy light cannot completely purify... It is an alchemical poison specifically targeting divine arts. It will leave sequelae and the body will be much weaker."
But Lin Ci'an knew that for a knight, this would be more painful than killing him.
"Chu Yuntian, you are well prepared."
Lin Ci'an's heart was filled with rage, and he muttered to himself to Chu Ziyu.
"You could have begged me, you could have resisted... why did you insist on holding on?"
"Do you think I won't feel bad?"
Chu Ziyu unconsciously grabbed his wrist in a coma and whispered.
Unclear words
"What is he saying? 'Your Highness'? Or... 'Don't go'?"
"His fingers are shaking...is it pain, or is it cold?"
Lin Ci'an's fingertips trembled slightly, and he wavered. He didn't want to punish Chu Ziyu anymore.
"He's never been this vulnerable."
"He usually smiles, as if nothing can hurt him... but now even his breathing is trembling."
He hated the loss of control, but he couldn't resist the feeling of being completely emotionally involved.
"Why should I care?"
"He is just my knight, my tool...I shouldn't-"
"...But why is his blood hotter than the holy fire?"