MTL NOVEL Chapter 125 - 124: The Night Is Still Long
Chapter 125: Chapter 124: The Night Is Still Long
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Under the moonlight, the shadows of whips flew wildly.
Lingling’s face lit up with excitement as she lashed out with her whip, each strike leaving barbs that scraped off fur, flesh, and skin, spraying Blood Beads that painted a different kind of splendor under the moonlight.
The creature initially howled in Pain, but by the end, it had no strength left to make a sound. Its eyes were dull, and its body bloodied and indistinct without a patch of intact fur. It lay on the ground with its head askew, fangs exposed and its limp tongue hanging out, continuously bleeding.
After yet another lash that elicited no response from the creature, Lingling grew somewhat bored. However, when she saw the gleaming teeth, a thought of an ugly creature crossed her mind. With a flick of the thorny whip, several teeth landed on the ground. Then she turned her head to look at the long-haired man.
“Impossible, impossible, how could this…” the long-haired man mumbled to himself, his eyes glazed with confusion.
In Dragon City County, he was considered somebody, possessing a second-tier creature. As long as the few top-tier masters didn’t intervene, he didn’t consider any ordinary second-tier adversaries worth his attention.
But today.
How could a ferocious creature possibly be beaten helplessly by a newly born elemental being? Weren’t all new elemental beings supposed to be fragile?
The long-haired man tried to crawl backwards using his hands and feet, but the vines bound his legs tightly, rendering him immobile no matter how hard he struggled.
All his greed had vanished now; he just wanted to leave this damned place as quickly as possible.
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His face filled with terror as he watched the elemental being that looked adorable on the surface, but was actually a pervert. He shivered, and the metal adornments on his clothes clinked against each other, producing a crisp sound.
“Hee~”
Lingling observed the man for a moment before controlling the vines to pick up two daggers from the ground and present them before the man’s face.
“Don’t kill me, please don’t kill me,” the long-haired man pleaded, panic crumpling his defenses. As the vine-wrapped daggers thrust toward him, he instinctively covered his head and curled up, screaming loudly.
Lingling tilted her head and placed a small hand over her mouth.
A vine tapped the long-haired man’s arm, prompting another strange yell from him.
Lingling was getting irritated. The noise was bothersome. What if it woke Shao Zifeng?
Whack!
Vines lashed out, smacking him across the mouth and sending him spinning into the air, but the vines wrapped around his feet yanked him back and slammed him into the ground.
“Cough… cough.”
The man lay there, arching his back in agony, his fingers clawing at the ground as he let out a stifled groan.
Clink.
Lingling manipulated the vines to toss the daggers in front of the long-haired man, producing a clear sound.
The man’s body jerked again. He lifted his head to see the cold gleam of the daggers before him, reached out with trembling hands to pick them up, and slowly sat up.
Looking up fearfully at Lingling, the corners of his mouth split, fresh blood dripping steadily.
“Heehee~”
Lingling gestured with her small hand and babbled something unintelligibly.
After a difficult exchange, the long-haired man finally understood Lingling’s intent; it just wanted to watch him play with the daggers.
Realizing the truth, he wished he could slap himself several times.
That’s what you get for showing off.
That’s what you get for showing off.
Now see what your showing off has gotten you into.
The long-haired man used his little finger to hook aside the hair stuck to his face, showing a pleasing smile, yet the split in his mouth tore further, causing him to grimace in pain.
Clutching the familiar daggers in his hands, he took a deep breath and, out of habit, licked the blade.
The dagger danced in his hands, and a confident look crossed his face. When it came to playing with daggers, he was the king.
Hands crossed and flipping, the dagger moved deftly between his fingers, its blade reflecting cold light and casting flickering shadows that were quite attractive.
After completing a set with the dagger, the confidence vanished from the man’s face. He slumped, warily watching Lingling with a pathetic smile.
“Heehee.”
Lingling tapped the place where her mouth would be, nodding in satisfaction.
However, the second time around, it seemed a little boring to her.
Hmm…
Just then, Lingling’s eyes lit up and she flew behind the water tower.
On the hammock behind the water tower, Shao Zifeng was still deeply asleep. A small deer, like a fluffy scarf, was kneeling at the head of the hammock, covering his ears to avoid waking him.
“Hee hee~”
Lingling greeted the small deer, flew to Shao Zifeng’s face, kissed him, then hurriedly lifted a kitchen knife with a vine and dashed toward the long-haired man.
The small deer watched Lingling’s departing figure and sighed almost humanly.
…
The long-haired man took the kitchen knife with shaking hands, contemplating its hefty back. He felt a desire to end it all.
No way, no way, surely I won’t really have to juggle with this thing.
With this, I am afraid I won’t finish a set before I play my fingers off.
He looked up, casting an expectant glance at Lingling.
“Hee!”
Lingling, with her tiny hands crossed over her chest, watched the long-haired man expectantly as well.
Holding a significantly bigger knife now, this man will undoubtedly perform even better, won’t he?
Thinking this, Lingling sent the long-haired man an encouraging look.
Seeing there was no escape, the long-haired man steeled his heart, grabbed the kitchen knife, and started his routine by licking the blade.
Hmm…
It’s a bit sweet.
The long-haired man licked it again, savored it, and somehow felt a bit tipsy.
His entire being felt light and floaty, like walking on clouds. Hey, that undressed lady with wings… must be an angel, right? Miss Angel…
The long-haired man held the kitchen knife with a strange, bemused smile. The blood at the corner of his mouth turned sticky, dark clots falling to the floor, bouncing slightly upon landing.
Thump.
Clang.
The long-haired man spat out a large amount of black clots and collapsed on the ground.
Lingling blinked her big eyes, not quite understanding what had happened to the man.
Curiously, she poked at him with a vine. The long-haired man flipped over, his eyes bulging and his skin unevenly discolored with black and purple.
emmmm
Lingling was dumbfounded. Even if she was naive, she knew what had transpired and quickly flew to find the small deer.
A moment later, the small deer cast a healing spell on the long-haired man, sighed, and shook its head.
Lingling’s mood sank. She never intended to kill anyone; she just wanted the man to show off his knife skills. How did he end up dead unexpectedly?
“Yo~”
Seeing Lingling feel down, the small deer nudged her with its little head.
But she was still not very happy, looking at the corpse of the long-haired man. She controlled two vines to hoist him up, ready to…
Clang!
A shiny one-yuan coin fell to the ground.
Lingling’s eyes brightened.
She tentatively shook the corpse of the long-haired man.
Clatter.
More than ten coins cascaded down one after another, ringing crisply. Lingling’s eyes instantly sparkled with gold.
Forgetting her sorrows, she carelessly tossed aside the body of the long-haired man and joyously lunged for the coins.
Though she still passed through them, just floating above the coins had her eyes squint into crescent moons. It seemed as if she had found a path to riches.
Under the full moon, Lingling used her vines to tuck the coins into the pocket of the small deer, her watery eyes full of expectation as she gazed at the rooftop.
The night was still long.