mtlumby2d Chapter 391: Fall
Chapter 391: Fall
Logically speaking, only the soul of a soul cultivator can still exist after death.
But why is the soul of Epiphyllum golden and so stable? Not only is it not afraid of fire, but it can also reveal its form through the flames.
Mo Huaizun could only guess that this was a rare high-level soul cultivator who had fallen.
Zhu Jiu snorted and laughed, "If you say so, then so be it."
Anyone can see that this slightly playful answer is perfunctory.
Mo Huaizun frowned, and his eyes moved from his clasped hands to the air in front of him.
Chu Yi once said that the soul is always the most authentic thing, it cannot be concealed and it must be its true appearance.
A light flashed in Mo Huaizun's eyes, and he suddenly pulled Zhu Jiu towards him.
His other hand, which was imbued with soul power, reached forward through the flames.
His original intention was to touch Zhu Jiu's arm, but Zhu Jiu's soul floated higher, so he grabbed a part of his waist.
Fire burned where the two touched.
Mo Huaizun was stunned when he saw half of the golden waist illuminated by the firelight.
It looks like a carefully crafted sculpture, with smooth and elegant lines, and the protruding hip bones are like a divine bait.
The fire spread, and Mo Huaizun saw the small belly button.
Mo Huaizun felt as if his heart was also burning in the raging fire. A wave of trembling passed through his heart, and Mo Huaizun hurriedly let go of his hand and looked away.
His mind was confused and when he closed his eyes he still seemed to see the waist revealed in the fire.
Mo Huaizun thought: Didn’t Chu Yi say that the soul doesn’t wear clothes?
While he was daydreaming, his hand that he pulled back was caught by Zhu Jiu.
"Jiling's banquet dance is elegant and rhythmic, with sharp and passionate advances and retreats. I haven't tried it yet. Now that you've caught up with me, why don't we try it together?"
Mo Huaizun was unwilling to do so. On the one hand, he had never danced before, and on the other hand, he would never do irrelevant things when he was doing serious work.
Do dancing and tracking down suspicious spirits mix?
But Mo Huaizun agreed, and the reason he gave was: it could be used as an opportunity to find out whether she was an epiphyllum or not.
The guardian elder was quite puzzled, but she thought that the chief was always mature and steady, and he even touched the other person's waist after such a while, which meant that the investigation was progressing rapidly.
The guardian elder felt that the chief must have his reasons for doing so, so he watched from a distance in silence.
On the one hand, it also prevents others from disturbing you.
It is hard to believe that when Mo Huaizun practices swordplay, his movements are as sharp and smooth as a work of art, but when he dances, he seems so immature.
Zhu Jiu led him to dance in the clouds.
Only when his soul power is unleashed can he touch her, and only when the firelight burns can he glimpse her colors.
The advances and retreats are urgent, the dance steps are tight, this dance is like the drumbeat of war, no one gives in.
Mo Huaizun's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and he seemed to smell her fragrance.
Fleeting flashes of gold and fire dominated all his glances.
His calmness was only a superficial layer that was still being maintained.
They fought fiercely until the last beat, Mo Huaizun put his arm around her waist and held her hand.
Zhu Jiu leaned back in his arms, his golden hands hooked around his neck.
Mo Huaizun suddenly thought that if he could see her, she would be like a crescent moon winding in his arms.
"I won."
Mo Huaizun said this sentence out of nowhere like a young and energetic boy, as if to show that he had won the final dominant position.
"Really?" The woman chuckled.
After a snap of her fingers, a spark of fire suddenly jumped in front of his eyes and danced on her fingertips.
Zhu Jiu's fingers gently slid through the air, and the tail flame was like a fiery red meteor.
His fingers stroked Mo Huaizun’s heart.
This was a dangerous move. Mo Huaizun's eyes darkened slightly, and he was shocked to realize that he did not dodge.
The guardian elder was panicking. She felt something was wrong, but she firmly believed that the chief had his own pace.
"Ah, your heart is beating so fast." Zhu Jiu whispered mischievously.
"I'm sorry to have tempted you." She said with a double meaning.
Mo Huaizun realized that he had lost his composure and things were going off track. What was his original purpose?
He quickly found his discarded armor, burst out with soul power, and took hold of Zhu Jiu's hand that was pressing on her chest, twisted it backwards, and attacked Zhu Jiu's face.
Very fast, very swift,
A cluster of flames ignited from Mo Huaizun's fingertips and burned towards Zhu Jiu's face.
Almost there, he saw a hint of gold.
Mo Huaizun's breathing stopped.
The myriad landscapes of the world become the background, and the wind and frost of the sky are tempered into unknown shattered dust.
He saw a pair of golden eyes.
Those eyes were extremely beautiful, with a hint of amusement and a faint smile, as if she was not surprised by his sudden action.
The flames were like a natural accessory, and they looked at each other across the firelight.
But in just a moment, when the fire spread to his entire face, Zhu Jiu lightly released the hand that was hooked around Mo Huaizun's neck.
Her voice was cheerful and somewhat lazily contented, "The feast dance was very interesting. I look forward to meeting you next time, my beloved."
She broke free from Mo Huaizun's control and fell straight into the clouds.
No one can stop it.
Mo Huaizun still met her fading gaze, the bright red flames were still burning, her color made Mo Huaizun infatuated.
Mo Huaizun didn't think about anything or consider anything at that moment.
Regardless of everything, he fell from the clouds and chased after her.
Xingjun sighed: "Who won?"