nycdaug Chapter 353 The plane bound for the Western Paradise is about to take off! (Page 12)
Chapter 353 The plane bound for the Western Paradise is about to take off! (Page 12)
Just as Baili Pangpang was excitedly heading to the temple to exchange a stack of Rolex watches for those crudely made amulets—
At the top of the tallest building in Suzhou, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, leaned against the mottled railing, holding a glass of dark red wine.
His fingertips gently caressed the crystal glass, the liquid inside gleaming with an eerie metallic sheen in the sunlight, and the occasional bubbles seemed to imprison countless tiny screaming faces.
Lin Qiye landed silently three inches away from him, the hem of his black trench coat being lifted by the air currents at high altitude, revealing the straight sword with dark patterns flowing at his waist.
His gaze swept across the dimly lit city of Suzhou below. The city was slowly recovering after the purple mist dissipated, but some corners still retained distorted shadows.
“Seven Nights.” Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly spoke, his voice deep like the last note of a cello, “You should be very puzzled as to who tampered with Baili Pangpang’s special team application.”
As he said this, he lightly tapped the rim of the glass with his fingertip, and a drop of wine splashed out, eerily condensing into a small, blood-red question mark in mid-air before instantly evaporating.
Lin Qiye did not respond immediately. He reached out and caught a falling sycamore leaf. The leaf suddenly formed ice crystals in his palm and then shattered into powder.
The wind ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, revealing his eyes, which were gradually turning frosty.
“It’s his father.” Zhang Yun, dressed in black, tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup. As his Adam’s apple bobbed, tiny runes appeared on his neck as if the wine was alive. “Baili Pangpang is nothing more than a puppet of the Baili family in the open.”
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, curled his lips into a cold smile and turned the empty wine glass upside down against the railing.
A single drop of wine, remaining at the bottom of the cup, meandered down the stone railing, eventually etching the three small characters "Baili Jing" onto the bluestone surface.
"The true heir is his younger brother—Baili Jing." Zhang Yun's voice, laced with a metallic hoarseness, suddenly shifted. "And his father is currently hoping this foolish son dies on some mission..."
"Crack!"
The tiles beneath Lin Qiye's feet suddenly cracked into a spiderweb pattern. His pupils contracted violently, and the whites of his eyes instantly became bloodshot. The surrounding temperature plummeted by more than ten degrees.
The frost that had formed on the railings spread wildly, covering the entire top of the clock tower in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, watched this scene with great interest.
He slowly pulled an encrypted document from his sleeve. The parchment fluttered in the cold wind and was covered with the dragon-patterned sealing wax of the Baili family.
"Want to see the evidence?" he asked softly, his fingertip lightly tracing the sealing wax, causing the seal to ignite with a ghostly blue flame. "These are the bounties they posted on the dark web regarding Baili Pangpang's whereabouts..."
Lin Qiye suddenly raised his hand, and a sharp blade of energy burst forth from between his fingers.
The silvery-white blade, like lightning tearing through the night sky, instantly cleaved the document in two.
The tattered parchment drifted in the air, each fragment eerily igniting itself, the eerie blue flames illuminating his cold profile and casting a flickering, chilling light deep within his pupils.
The burning ashes swirled and fell, but suddenly froze in mid-air just before hitting the ground.
The chill emanating from Lin Qiye froze the air, and tiny ice crystals slowly condensed between the two of them, making a soft "crackling" sound.
"They dare."
These three words were spoken as softly as a whisper, yet they carried a chilling killing intent.
The entire building trembled slightly as he spoke, the glass curtain wall creaked under the strain, and several streetlights in the distance shattered with a bang, the fragments freezing into ice shards before they even hit the ground.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, chuckled softly and caught a falling ice crystal with his hand.
The ice crystal in his palm turned into a drop of black water, which then evaporated into wisps of black smoke.
He casually brushed off non-existent dust from his sleeves, the dark patterns on his red robe flowing like blood in the sunlight.
“There’s nothing they wouldn’t dare to do.” His voice carried a hint of amusement as he lightly tapped the railing with his fingertips. “The Baili family’s ability to stand tall in Suzhou and the Great Xia Dynasty isn’t just based on their business on the surface.”
“As for that Baili Jing…” Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly turned around, his red robe churning like a sea of blood under the moonlight. “He just secretly visited the Night Watch headquarters last week, bringing a whole box of ‘gifts’.”
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and the air between them suddenly distorted, revealing a holographic image:
A young man who bore a resemblance to Baili Pangpang was smiling as he handed an antique jade pendant to a high-ranking official.
The jade pendant was engraved with the highest-level entry runes for the Night's Watch.
Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.
The concrete beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and spiderweb-like cracks spread all the way to the entire wall.
In the distance, the surface of the Suzhou River was calm, but suddenly waves rose up and a water column several meters high, which then instantly froze into an ice sculpture.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, watched all this with a pleased smile playing on his lips beneath his mask: "The darkness of powerful clans is far more interesting than the monsters lurking in the mist, isn't it?"
The howling wind swept across the rooftop, tearing Zhang Yun's words in black to shreds.
The wine glass in his hand was now covered in cracks, and dark red wine dripped through his fingers, corroding small, smoking pits into the cement floor.
“And this time…” His voice suddenly lowered, becoming hoarse with a metallic scraping quality, “It won’t be so easy for Baili Pangpang to go back home to celebrate the birthday of his heartless father, Baili Xin.”
In the distance, the silhouette of a private plane streaked across the sky, its navigation lights flickering on and off.
“They’ve laid a trap.” He spread his palm, and wisps of black smoke intertwined to form an intricate three-dimensional map, showing that gunmen were lurking in every corner of the Baili Manor. “They’re just waiting for that fat idiot to walk right into their trap.”
Lin Qiye's knuckles made a popping sound like popping beans.
Spiderweb-like ice patterns suddenly spread out beneath his feet, and countless tiny blade energies were frozen within those ice crystals, gleaming with a deadly cold light under the moonlight.
"The most exciting part is..." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly leaned closer, the dark patterns on his red robe twisting into skull designs, "...the luxurious private jet that was supposed to pick him up was already targeted by missiles, just waiting for him to board, and then..."
He made a flower-blooming gesture, "Boom—! No need to even clean up the corpses."
"boom!"
The water tank next to Lin Qiye suddenly exploded, and the gushing water condensed into countless ice spikes in the air.
His voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, each word carrying a palpable killing intent: "We'll follow."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, burst into laughter, which shattered all the glass within a hundred meters.
He abruptly ripped off his mask, revealing his handsome face: "Just what I wanted! How dare you touch our brothers..."
Lin Qiye slowly drew his straight sword. The moment the blade left its sheath, the lights of the entire city dimmed for a split second.
His pupils had turned pure gold, and his exhaled breath condensed into ancient killing runes in the air.
"Who cares about the Baili family?" Zhang Yun, dressed in black, licked his sharp canines, and countless Netherfire skulls began to appear around his body.
"I want them..." Lin Qiye flicked his blade, and the model of Baili Manor in the distance shattered, "becoming the Baili Dead Clan."
...
Baili Pangpang carefully held a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a delicate food box in the other, and gently pushed open the ward door.
He had specially changed into brand-new casual clothes today, and his round face was beaming with undisguised joy. Even his posture was more upright than usual.
"Molly! I've come to see you!" He lowered his voice, afraid of disturbing the other patients, but he couldn't hide the joy in his tone.
Molly, who was reading a book while lying in her hospital bed, looked up when she heard the sound.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her pale face and giving her delicate features a beautiful halo.
Upon seeing Baili Pangpang, her eyes lit up noticeably, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
"Fatty..." Her voice was still a little weak, but much better. "You brought so much stuff again."
Baili Pangpang hurriedly placed the food box on the bedside table and opened it like a treasure:
"I specially made this chicken soup, with ginseng and goji berries; it's perfect for replenishing qi and blood!" He clumsily ladled a bowl, almost spilling it. "And these amulets, I got them from the temple, they can..."
He suddenly stopped speaking—Molly had reached out and gently grasped his wrist!
"Thank you..." Molly's eyes shone with genuine sincerity.
"If you hadn't stood in front of me that day..." Her voice trailed off, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.
Baili Pangpang froze, his round face turning bright red at a visible speed.
He stammered:
"N-nothing! It's what I should do!" His fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of his clothes, like a young boy experiencing his first love.
In the corner, Cao Yuan felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
His tall frame twisted and turned on the chair next to him, as if a nail had grown into the chair.
He pretended to be focused on the fruit in his hand, but he was actually peeling the apple with increasing force until the flesh was almost completely gone.
"Um..." Cao Yuan coughed lightly.
"I'm going to check on Qiye and the others..." she said, then rushed out of the ward as if fleeing, forgetting even to take her coat.
Outside the door, he let out a long sigh of relief and wiped away non-existent cold sweat.
Being a third wheel is more tiring than fighting a strong person!
After Baili Pangpang and Molly had been talking to each other for a long time, the sky outside the window had gradually darkened.
The last rays of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the hospital room floor, casting a warm golden glow.
Molly leaned against the headboard, a hint of color rising to her pale face from the emotional turmoil, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of the blanket.
Baili Pangpang sat on the edge of the bed, his broad palm gently covering the back of her hand, and he could feel her fingertips trembling slightly.
"Are you really not going to reconsider?" Baili Pangpang's voice carried a hint of expectation and reluctance.
Molly lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her face.
She gently shook her head, her voice barely audible:
"It's not very convenient for me to be like this. And..." Her ears turned slightly red, "It's too presumptuous of me to act like this on our first meeting."
Baili Pangpang opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just sighed.
He reached out and tucked the blanket around Molly, his movements careful not to touch her injury. "Then... you should rest well. I've asked the nurse to prepare your favorite red date porridge; remember to drink it while it's hot tonight."
When he got up, Baili Pangpang's movements were noticeably slower, as if a thousand pounds were dragging his steps.
As he reached the door, he turned back for one last look.
Molly was staring out the window in a daze, her profile appearing particularly soft and fragile in the twilight.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally closed the door gently.
The smell of disinfectant wafted through the corridor. Baili Pangpang took out his phone, which showed more than a dozen missed calls, all from home.
He scratched his head in frustration, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed Lin Qiye's number.
"Hey, Seven Nights? I'm done here..." His voice was a little hoarse as he walked towards the elevator, his shoes making a dull thud on the tiled floor.
"Where are you? I'm coming right now." After hanging up the phone, he glanced one last time in the direction of the ward before striding away.
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