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However, the moment I nodded—
The figure of Jingliu before me suddenly blurred, as if she had vanished into thin air!
The next second, a bone-chilling cold struck me from the side! Before I could even turn my head, an irresistible force grabbed my collar.
Jingliu had appeared beside me like a ghost without my noticing! Her speed far exceeded my visual perception!
I was terrified. Just as I was about to struggle or ask a question, I felt weightless. She lifted me effortlessly and, as if discarding useless trash, violently hurled me toward the second floor of the villa!
In a dizzying rush, I only had time to let out a scream before my body slammed open the bedroom door on the second floor and crashed onto the soft carpet.
The impact made my vision go black; every bone in my body felt as if it were about to shatter.
I struggled to get up, but then I heard a series of crackling sounds coming from the doorway as ice crystals formed.
I looked up in astonishment and saw that the bedroom doorway, the windows, and even the walls and ceiling of the entire room were being rapidly covered with a thick layer of shimmering, cold ice at a speed visible to the naked eye!
A chilling aura instantly filled the room, the temperature plummeted, and even my breath turned into white mist.
In the blink of an eye, the entire bedroom was completely frozen, transformed into an ice cave utterly isolated from the outside world!
I was...locked in?
What on earth was happening?! I slumped onto the cold floor, feeling the biting chill and the pain in my body, my mind a complete mess, utterly unable to comprehend this sudden turn of events.
A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped me; solid ice sealed the doors and windows, turning the bedroom into a magnificent cage.
I struggled to sit up from the floor, rubbing my sore back, my heart filled with uncertainty.
Why did Jingliu lock me up here? Did she, like Ruan Mei and Herta, have designs on my path-altering constitution?
Just as my thoughts were racing, the air in the center of the room seemed to ripple slightly. That cold and beautiful figure appeared silently once more, as if she had never left—or as if she belonged to this frozen world from the very beginning.
Before I could even speak, a powerful force slammed me onto the carpet!
It was Jingliu!
She had appeared before me without my noticing, her knee pressed against my chest, her cold, crimson eyes looking down at me.
Her movements were lightning fast, and her strength was astonishing! I felt as if I were being crushed by an iceberg; no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't budge her an inch!
What kind of freakish strength was this?! She looked so slender, yet her power was terrifying!
Pinned beneath her, I could feel the chilling aura emanating from her body—like ice that had existed for ten thousand years—and the unfathomable indifference in her eyes, as if she had seen through life and death itself.
"You're getting a bargain, kid."
She spoke suddenly, her voice still cold, yet carrying a strange, haunting tone—partly self-deprecating, partly stating a fact.
"I am possessed by evil spirits, and my time is running out."
A demonic body?! This legendary Sword Champion, even she...?! My heart trembled violently as I stared at her in disbelief.
No wonder there was always a lingering, heart-stopping aura of danger surrounding her.
Before I could process this astonishing information, Jingliu's next actions left me speechless, almost halting my thought process.
I saw her—the legend of Xianzhou, one of the Five Heroes of the Clouds—actually stay pinned atop me and began slowly undoing the sash and buttons of her blue and black attire.
Her movements were calm and composed, without the slightest hint of affectation, as if she were performing the most ordinary task in the world.
Her clothes fell away piece by piece, like layers of ice peeling away, revealing the breathtaking beauty of her body beneath.
The sunlight and the cold glint of the ice crystals intertwined, bathing her in light and making her skin appear as pure and translucent as the snow.
It was a beauty that transcended worldly definitions, carrying a sacred and inviolable dignity, yet possessing ultimate delicacy and perfection.
Her figure was sleek and powerful; every inch seemed to be a crystallization of frost and sword intent.
Her flat stomach, firm breasts with delicate pink nipples already stiff from the cold air, and long, toned legs that ended in red dragon-scaled feet...
This near-divine, sacred posture even made me feel that, in a way, she surpassed Lingsha's exotic nobility and Ruan Mei's cold, ascetic elegance.
She was different; her beauty carried a contradictory sense of both destruction and ultimate purity.
My breathing became completely disordered, an uncontrollable surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, and a certain part of me reacted instinctively and fully, even pressing against her stomach as she pinned me down.
At the same time, a warm liquid gushed from my nose—once again, I was so stimulated by this shocking sight that I developed a nosebleed!