Chapter 189
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A few leaves fluttered down, spinning gently in the air before softly landing on Lou Yan and Fu Xuezhou.
Fu Xuezhou’s wounds began to bleed again, the deep red blood smearing onto Lou Yan’s smooth and fair skin, resembling ugly scars.
The silver-haired man’s breathing became heavy, finding the bloodstains very distracting. These bloodstains on Lou Yan seemed to indicate that Lou Yan was injured. Fu Xuezhou frowned and reached out to wipe away the blood that had smeared onto Lou Yan, but the more he wiped, the more blood there was, as Fu Xuezhou’s own wounds also started bleeding more.
Lou Yan took the lead throughout, the bloodier it got, the more passionate he became. He leaned over Fu Xuezhou, deliberately pressing on Fu Xuezhou’s wounds with force until they bled again. Then, he smiled and lowered his head towards Fu Xuezhou, “Does it hurt?”
Sweat dampened Fu Xuezhou’s brow, and amidst desire, it only deepened the silver-haired man’s profoundness and indifference. “I’m fine,” he replied.
Lou Yan chuckled twice, then suddenly cupped the man’s face with hands stained with Fu Xuezhou’s blood. He gazed intently at Fu Xuezhou’s features, from his eyebrows to his prominent nose, from his nose to the corners of his lips. Lou Yan’s dark peach blossom eyes, when so earnestly focused on a person, easily gave off an affectionate feeling, as if at that moment, the only person he deeply loved was the one he was gazing at.
An indescribable sense of pleasure made Fu Xuezhou’s ears turn slightly red. He couldn’t help but reach up to the back of Lou Yan’s neck, a smile playing on his lips. “What are you looking at?”
“Fu Xuezhou,” Lou Yan asked softly, “Are you happy?”
Fu Xuezhou remained silent for a long time, until Lou Yan had given up on an answer, until this hurried and urgent lovemaking came to an end. Then he suddenly said, “Happy.”
…
After the complete collapse of Paradise, Lou Yan and Fu Xuezhou returned to the crevice at the foot of the snowy mountain where they had entered Paradise.
Their winter clothes were still intact, and their backpacks lay not far from them, almost buried in snow.
Lou Yan pulled out their backpacks from the snow, first putting on his own before turning to Fu Xuezhou, asking lightly, “Are you okay?”
Fu Xuezhou’s face was paler than the snow, and his long black down jacket was quickly soaked with blood, forming deeper stains in moments. He didn’t look well.
But Fu Xuezhou’s expression was calm, indifferent to his injuries. He took the backpack from Lou Yan’s hand and slung it over his shoulder with a familiar reply, “I’m fine.”
Lou Yan chuckled softly, “Fu Xuezhou, you seem so sure you won’t die, that’s why you’re so reckless.”
“I’ve died many times before,” Fu Xuezhou looked at Lou Yan, tilting his head. “But these injuries won’t kill me this time.”
After a pause, Fu Xuezhou reached out and gently brushed off the snow from Lou Yan’s hat, his movements awkward but meticulous. His voice was low as he reassured, “Don’t worry.”
Lou Yan blinked, then smiled softly, “Don’t overthink it, I’m not concerned about you.”
Apart from them, the crevice held hundreds of scattered humans, all unconscious unlike Lou Yan and Fu Xuezhou.
In the nearest spot to Lou Yan, he even spotted Red-Haired Non-Mainstream.
These were all people who had successfully come out alive from Paradise. Seeing so many of them, Lou Yan figured they could return inland from the North Pole. He didn’t pay them much attention and left the crevice with Fu Xuezhou.
The weather outside was clear, the vast expanse of snow reflecting dazzling light, which could be uncomfortable for the eyes after a while. After finding a safe and quiet spot to shelter from the wind, Fu Xuezhou sat down to rest while Lou Yan began checking their belongings.
His phone had frozen and shut down in the backpack, so Lou Yan warmed it up in his gloves for a while before successfully turning it on. Although the phone wasn’t connected to the internet, the displayed date was still accurate. Lou Yan glanced at the date, and his hand holding the phone suddenly tightened.
June 10th.
It was already June 10th.
The day the extreme cold h*ll appeared was on June 11th, tomorrow.
Lou Yan stared at the date for a few seconds, then exhaled deeply, his breath forming a cloud of warmth. He turned off the phone and put it back in his pocket.
He hadn’t expected them to spend more than twenty days in Paradise. Fortunately, they had come out just in time; otherwise, he would have missed the extreme cold h*ll, which could kill Fu Xuezhou.
Was this fate?
Lou Yan’s mood was half relieved and half heavy, but thinking of what Fu Xuezhou had said in Paradise, his expression gradually hardened, and a cold sneer formed at the corner of his mouth, hidden by his scarf.
The heavy other half of his mood was consumed by long-suppressed hatred and anger, overflowing with anticipation of killing Fu Xuezhou.
Lou Yan calmed his excited emotions for a moment and continued to check the items in the backpack. Fortunately, the food he brought could be stored for a long time, and with the North Pole’s low temperatures, nothing had spoiled.
After checking his own belongings, Lou Yan took Fu Xuezhou’s backpack and inspected it. The contents were similar to his own, with nothing spoiled.
“I’ll go look for the way back,” Lou Yan stood up and naturally told Fu Xuezhou, “You wait here; I’ll come back once I find it.”
Fu Xuezhou’s breath formed prominent white mist in the air, and his eyelashes were also coated with ice crystals. His lips were slightly bluish as he replied, “Okay.”
Lou Yan looked at him carefully, furrowing his brows. “Fu Xuezhou, are you very cold?”
Lou Yan’s keen eyes noticed Fu Xuezhou trembling slightly.
“A little,” Fu Xuezhou breathed in the cold air, coughed softly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead for a moment, only to turn into a layer of frost in the next instant. “…Lou Yan, give me a bottle of wine.”
Lou Yan took out a bottle of wine from his bag and handed it to him, seizing the opportunity to hold Fu Xuezhou’s hand. Fu Xuezhou’s hand was ice-cold, without a hint of warmth.
Fu Xuezhou took the wine and took a few sips. Soon, a faint blush appeared on his face. But after a few seconds, this blush disappeared completely. Fu Xuezhou still looked very cold, and his trembling became more pronounced. He tiredly pursed his lips, slowly dragged his body backward, and sat cross-legged in a sheltered corner.
Lou Yan suddenly took two steps forward and untied the scarf around his neck, wrapping it around Fu Xuezhou.
Fu Xuezhou opened his eyes in surprise and saw Lou Yan silently taking off his down jacket and draping it over him. Fu Xuezhou was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Lou Yan’s wrist, unable to resist a smirk, “I don’t need it. Put your clothes back on.”
“I’m not cold,” Lou Yan said firmly as he continued to drape the down jacket over him, his expression resolute and unquestionable. “My current physical condition is much better than yours, Fu Xuezhou. I won’t freeze even without wearing this down jacket, but you look like you’re about to freeze to death.”
With that, Lou Yan clicked his tongue lightly. “Aren’t you able to start a fire? Drinking isn’t good for you. You’d better just start a fire to warm yourself up.”
Lou Yan’s down jacket, imbued with his body heat, quickly transferred warmth to Fu Xuezhou. Sensing this warmth, Fu Xuezhou explained somewhat absentmindedly, “I’m injured. I can’t start a fire.”
“Oh… but you seem excessively cold. Is that also because of your injuries?”
Fu Xuezhou exhaled a puff of white mist, his expression faint. “Not entirely. My innate ability is related to fire, and it serves as the foundation of all my abilities. Low temperatures restrict my ability and affect the speed of my body’s recovery. The colder the environment, the more it suppresses me, even to the point of making me lose all my anomaly powers like an ordinary person. If it were under normal temperatures, my injuries would slowly heal. But here, my injuries may never recover.”
Lou Yan suddenly stood up.
Fu Xuezhou lifted his eyelids in confusion to look at him, but Lou Yan turned his back to Fu Xuezhou, bowing his head over the map. “In that case, we need to leave the North Pole quickly. Fu Xuezhou, I’ll go find the way. Once I find it, I’ll come back. If you’re hungry, eat something from the backpack.”
Fu Xuezhou nodded. “Put on your clothes.”
“No need.”
After Lou Yan’s refusal, he left directly, his pace getting faster and faster until he disappeared, leaving Fu Xuezhou behind.
So that’s how it is!
So this is why the extreme cold h*ll can kill Fu Xuezhou!
Once Fu Xuezhou enters the extreme cold h*ll, he’ll become an ordinary person. How could a severely injured ordinary person survive and leave the extreme cold h*ll?
Lou Yan’s heart was filled with suppressed anger, which urged him to climb to the top of the nearest snow-capped mountain. Standing alone at the summit, Lou Yan looked around in the cold wind, but amidst the chilly breeze, he saw nothing resembling the “extreme cold h*ll.”
Only then did he realize that the extreme cold h*ll would only appear tomorrow. How could he see the extreme cold h*ll now?
Lou Yan couldn’t help but smile bitterly, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
The cold wind at high altitude was colder than at the foot of the mountain, causing layers of frost to accumulate on Lou Yan’s body. After repeatedly rehearsing in his mind how to kill Fu Xuezhou, he slowly opened his eyes, found the way back based on the arrangement of the mountains and the crude map, and began the arduous journey.
Lou Yan memorized the route, calmly descended the mountain, and returned to the spot where Fu Xuezhou was resting.
From afar, Lou Yan saw Fu Xuezhou leaning against a rock with his eyes closed, half-covered in ice and snow. His silver hair, scattered and frozen, looked like an illusory deity carved in ice.
No wonder so many people were crazy about him, considering him the savior of mankind.
Who wouldn’t be confused after seeing him?
Lou Yan stopped, staring at Fu Xuezhou without a ripple in his gaze. His soul was burning and roaring with hatred and irritability towards this man.
He couldn’t kill Fu Xuezhou, but the extreme cold h*ll could.
So he had to make sure Fu Xuezhou couldn’t leave the extreme cold h*ll.
So.
He would gouge out Fu Xuezhou’s eyes, making it impossible for Fu Xuezhou to find a way out of the extreme cold h*ll. He would chop off Fu Xuezhou’s legs, preventing him from truly leaving the extreme cold h*ll.
Oh, and one more thing.
He had once said that one day he would chop off Fu Xuezhou’s hands.
Those hands, which had touched him countless times, which had embarrassed and disgusted him, belonged to Fu Xuezhou.
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