Atkin

Chapter 559: Glimpse of Liu Miao staggering in the mist

The atmosphere in the courtyard was tense.

The dark night is like ink, thickly splashed between heaven and earth.

Ling Ye and Liu Miao stood in front of a small house by the stream. The brook was gurgling beneath their feet, flowing over round colored stones, sparkling.

The green grass by the stream is like a carpet, and the grass waves rise and fall in the breeze.

Qiuyun Bridge spans the water, with a faint light shining through the textures, as if telling stories of the past.

Liu Miao was breathing rapidly, her eyes fixed on Ling Ye, her lips trembling slightly: "Ling Ye, be careful." These few short words were filled with endless worry.

Ling Ye turned his head to look at her, his eyes softened instantly, he raised his hand and pointed at the Lingqi tree that was emitting a faint glow not far away. The Lingqi tree was surrounded by a faint spiritual energy, and its branches and leaves were stretched out, as if protecting the area.

"Miao'er, hide behind the Lingqi tree and don't come out." His voice was deep and powerful, with unquestionable firmness.

Liu Miao nodded vigorously, turned around and ran away.

Her feet slipped and she almost fell. She staggered a few steps before she could steady herself.

Pu Chuang stood in the distance, looking up slightly, letting out a short and suppressed chuckle from his throat, as if he was laughing at the most absurd farce in the world, and said slowly: "Tsk, heroes are short-tempered, and young men and women are long-lasting in love, it's just like this."

He brushed his sleeves lightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He seemed nonchalant, but in fact every movement seemed to be deliberately showing his contempt. That smile was like a dagger hidden in the dark. Although it has not been unsheathed, it already makes people feel a little cold.

When Ling Ye heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his fists unconsciously. The aura around him became increasingly fierce, and he seemed to be ready to rush up and attack Pu Chuang immediately.

The moonlight struggled to penetrate the mist, covering everything with a hazy silver veil.

The moss by the stream glowed wetly in the dim light, and every inch of it was so slippery that it seemed as if it could swallow a person.

The boulders were angular, with sharp edges that flashed a cold light under the moonlight, and were scattered wantonly along the stream.

The night mushrooms and colorful mushrooms seemed to grow out of a dream, looming in the mist, swaying gently in the breeze, and emitting a strange scent.

Dense fog filled the air all around, enveloping Liu Miao and leaving her with only a small area in front of her.

The hazy moonlight struggled to penetrate the fog, casting mottled light and shadows on the water-filled ground. Every step concealed unknown dangers.

Liu Miao's eyes were fixed on the Lingqi wood, which was the life-saving straw in her heart.

"It's almost there, hurry up." She urged herself again and again in her heart. Although her voice was small, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Her heart was beating like thunder, and every beat seemed to burst through her chest. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed to be squeezed out from deep in her chest.

But just as she ran towards the Lingqi Tree desperately, the self-blame and regret deep in her heart were like a surging tide, completely drowning her.

"Why am I so useless?" This thought kept circling in her mind and could not be shaken off.

She thought of Ling Ye's firm figure when he was confronting Pu Chuang, and then looked at herself, her mind filled with the thought that she had become a burden.

She felt that not only could she not provide any help to Lingye in this crisis, but her presence might also distract Lingye.

"Why can't I even hide? Why am I so stupid..." These self-denying words, like sharp needles, pierced her heart again and again.

Her feet moved frantically in the water, splashing layers of water.

Every time the soles of my bare feet touch the ground, I can feel the stinging pain from the sharp stones and rough ground.

Her toes curled up unconsciously, trying to avoid the stinging pain, but there was no way to avoid it with every step.

Her calf muscles were tight and trembling slightly from the exertion, and every step she took required tremendous effort.

Her hands waved helplessly in the air, trying to grab something to steady her body, but she always grabbed nothing. Occasionally, when she touched the cold and damp air, it felt like she was holding onto nothingness.

Her fingers were slightly bent due to nervousness, and her nails dug into her palms, leaving shallow marks.

As she ran forward, her left foot suddenly stepped on a smooth stone, and her whole body tilted sharply to the left.

She screamed and instinctively stretched out her right hand to support the ground to avoid falling.

But at this moment, her right foot fell into a mud pit again, her right ankle was severely sprained, and a piercing pain came instantly.

Her body lost balance in the air and fell forward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

At this critical moment, she saw the Lingqi Wood not far away. It was her hope, and she couldn't fall down.

She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to twist her body, waving her hands in the air, trying to regain her balance.

Her hair was soaked with sweat, and strands of it stuck to her hot cheeks, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

Sweat continued to slide down his forehead, flowed through the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose, dripped into the puddles at his feet, and disappeared in an instant.

Her eyes were filled with fear and determination, her teeth were clenched, and she used all her strength to take every step.

She swore silently in her heart: "I must hide behind the Lingqi Tree and not let Lingye worry about me."

Just like that, with wounds all over her body and a heart full of self-blame, she walked towards Lingqimu step by step with difficulty.

"Ah!" Liu Miao screamed, and her body instantly lost balance and fell forward. Her arms waved in the air in panic, trying to grab something to stabilize her body, but she only grabbed a ball of thin air.

Her palm scraped heavily against the moss- and stone-covered ground. A sharp pain instantly came from the palm of her hand. Her delicate skin was scratched and blood oozed out.

Her knees also hit the sharp stones, and she gasped in pain, tears welling up in her eyes uncontrollably.

When Ling Ye heard Liu Miao's exclamation, his heart suddenly shrank and the aura around him instantly became cold, like a volcano about to erupt.

When Ling Ye heard Pu Chuang's harsh ridicule, anger surged in his chest and his temples throbbed.

He turned his head suddenly, his eyes like burning torches, staring at Pu Chuang, wishing his gaze could turn into a sharp blade to cut the other person into pieces.

He clenched his hands subconsciously, veins bulged on the back of his hands as if they were about to break through the skin, his knuckles turned white, and the muscles in his arms were as tight as steel, every inch of them filled with the power of attack.

But just as he was about to rush forward regardless of the consequences, he heard a flurry of footsteps and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Liu Miao's staggering running in the fog.

Liu Miao's bare feet moved with difficulty on the ground full of water and stones, and every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife.

Ling Ye's heart suddenly tightened, and his anger was instantly replaced by worry.

He remembered that he had not prepared a pair of shoes for Liu Miao in advance, and he was filled with regret. He sighed heavily and blamed himself: "Why didn't I even think of this."

He glared at Pu Chuang fiercely, the anger in his eyes almost igniting the other person.

His fists were clenched tightly, veins bulged on the back of his hands, his knuckles turned white, and his muscles were tense, ready to rush forward at any time.

But at that critical moment, he took a deep breath and suppressed his impulse.

He knew that only by staying calm at this moment could he truly protect Liu Miao.

He turned to look at Liu Miao, his eyes instantly becoming gentle and worried. That look was like an invisible barrier, trying to protect her from all dangers.