Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

With a slight thought, he communicated with the mark of the "God of Chinese Comics" deep within his consciousness: Summon one person, target—Chi Meng! Location—This Frosty Ice Prison!

Profound fluctuations, transcending the laws of nature, rippled through the heart of the icy prison! Space distorted, and a dazzling, mysterious purple light burst forth, dispelling some of the eerie blue chill!

At the center of the light, a beautiful figure quickly solidified.

Her purple hair cascaded down like a waterfall, braided into playful little braids adorned with silver ornaments, with a few strands of hair ending in tiny, fluttering silver butterflies.

Its bright, cunning eyes, filled with obvious surprise and wariness, quickly scanned the unfamiliar and terrifyingly cold environment.

She stood suspended in mid-air, dressed in a purplish-black dress with a captivating Xinjiang flair, the silver bells on her ankles jingling softly.

It was none other than Chi Meng, the Holy Maiden of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave!

"Huh? What place is this? It's freezing!"

Chi Meng's voice was clear and crisp with a unique accent, but her tone was full of confusion and wariness.

Her gaze swept quickly over the broken chains on the ground, the bloodstained Tianze, and the shocked Yanlingji and Baifeng.

Finally, the focus shifted to Qin Chuan, who stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the deepest aura.

The moment she recognized Qin Chuan, the surprise and doubt in her eyes didn't completely disappear; instead, a hint of confusion crept in: "Little brother? It's you? What's going on? I was just..."

She was clearly completely baffled by her sudden appearance in the ice cave.

Looking at her confused yet wary expression, Qin Chuan's usually stern eyes softened with a rare hint of gentleness.

He moved slightly and appeared beside Chi Meng as if by teleportation.

Under the astonished gazes of Yan Lingji, Tianze, and Bai Feng, Qin Chuan naturally reached out and embraced Chi Meng's slender yet resilient waist, gently pulling her towards him to shield her from some of the biting cold.

He leaned down slightly, his warm lips almost touching Chi Meng's delicate little ear, adorned with silver butterfly ornaments.

The breath exhaled condensed into a wisp of white mist in the cold air.

His voice was extremely low, with a magnetic quality that only the two of them could hear, like a whisper between lovers, yet clearly explaining the current situation.

His breath brushed against the silver fluttering feathers on her ears and the tips of her hair, carrying a soothing quality.

Chi Meng's delicate body trembled slightly, not because of the cold.

Feeling the familiar strength from her waist and arms and the warmth of her whispered words, the confusion and wariness in her eyes melted away like ice and snow, instantly replaced by understanding and intimacy.

A bright smile bloomed on her little face. She even leaned closer to Qin Chuan, her little hands naturally wrapping around his arm. She looked up at him, her voice regaining its usual clear and sweet tone:

"So it was you who did this, handsome! You scared me half to death! Just one day is fine, as long as I can see you, handsome! Butterfly curse? Okay, watch this!"

She completely ignored the eerie surroundings and the menacing strangers, her eyes seemingly fixed solely on Qin Chuan.

As Yan Lingji gazed at this unbelievable yet heartwarming scene before her, her pupils involuntarily contracted slightly, and a storm raged in her heart!

This man, as cold as eternal ice, who could crush Bai Yifei with a flick of his finger and treat Tian Ze as nothing...

How could he show such intimate and natural tenderness towards a woman?

That arm around the waist, that leaning down to whisper in the ear—it wasn't acting; it was a habit ingrained in one's very being!

This stark contrast shocked her even more than the summoning technique she had just witnessed, and left her with a sense of... indescribable complexity.

She subconsciously wrapped herself tighter in the large black robe that belonged to Qin Chuan, her fingertips curling slightly.

"Look, isn't that the big blue-haired guy?"

Following Qin Chuan's gaze, Chi Meng looked at Tian Ze, who was chained up and looked terrified and bewildered. She pouted and said, "He looks fierce, but he's got some backbone. Perfect, let's test my little butterfly!"

With a flick of her hand, an extremely beautiful Gu worm appeared out of thin air in her palm!

This Gu worm is shaped like a translucent purple butterfly about to take flight, with dreamy blue phosphorescence flowing on its wings, making it breathtakingly beautiful.

However, upon closer inspection, countless tiny, vein-like golden threads could be seen wriggling on the butterfly's abdomen, emanating a chilling aura of restraint!

It's the Butterfly Gu!

"Go on, little butterfly, find your new home!"

Chi Meng flicked on his finger!

The beautiful purple butterfly transformed into a streak of light and instantly disappeared into Tianze's chest!

Tianze didn't even have time to react!

A tingling sensation ran through my chest, as if I had been pierced by an extremely fine ice needle.

Immediately, he clearly felt that a cold yet supple "butterfly" seemed to have merged into his blood and was resting near his heart!

He could "sense" its existence. It was like a seed that instantly took root and sprouted in his body, extending into countless extremely fine yet incredibly tough invisible "threads" that quietly wrapped around his limbs and bones, and even penetrated into his true energy circulation path!

An invisible, all-encompassing sense of constraint instantly enveloped him!

It was as if with just a thought, these threads would instantly tighten, rendering him unable to move. Even... forcibly circulating his true energy to resist would provoke a violent backlash from the butterfly, endangering his life!

This is not the enslavement of the soul, but the absolute control over the body and power!

Tianze groaned, his body stiffening involuntarily, his eyes filled with horror and a sense of suffocation as if bound by invisible chains!

He tried to slightly mobilize a trace of his true energy, and immediately felt a sharp pain and a suffocating sensation near his heart, as if the wings of a butterfly had gently flapped, causing his blood and qi to surge!

He instantly realized that his actions and power had been completely controlled by this beautiful "butterfly"!

The price of resistance is life!

"Butterfly Gu!"

Chi Meng leaned smugly against Qin Chuan, looking at Tian Ze's stiff body and frightened eyes, and explained with a grin:

"Be a good girl and behave, little butterfly will stay quiet. If you dare to disobey, or try to break free by force?"

She made a tightening gesture, "Hmph, with a flap of the little butterfly's wings, those golden threads will tighten around your heart and bones, causing excruciating pain! Moreover, if you forcibly remove the Gu worms, the little butterfly will explode with a 'bang,' and the consequences..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the threat was clear.

This Gu worm combines deadly restraint with a beautiful appearance, making it even more eerie.

Yan Lingji's heart tightened. This seemingly beautiful Gu worm contained an even more subtle and inescapable constraint! She became even more wary of Qin Chuan's methods.

"All done!"

Chi Meng clapped her little hands, as if she had simply released a beautiful butterfly, and looked up at Qin Chuan, her big eyes blinking with a hint of coquetry:

"Hey bro, this place is so cold and creepy, it's not fun at all. When are we leaving? You promised to show me something fun!"

She gently shook Qin Chuan's arm, showing no intention of going back immediately.

Qin Chuan looked down into her expectant eyes, and a tiny curve seemed to appear on his hard lips.

He tightened his grip on her waist, his voice still calm, but with a hint of barely perceptible indulgence:

"No rush. We'll leave once we're done here. I'll stay with you for one day."

He had wanted her to stay a little longer.

Upon hearing this, Chi Meng's face immediately lit up with a bright smile, and she happily rubbed against Qin Chuan's arm: "That's great!"

Qin Chuan didn't delay any longer. He took Chi Meng in his arms and walked towards Tian Ze, who was imprisoned and whose body was stiff due to the butterfly gu, and dared not move.

Under Chi Meng's curious gaze and Tian Ze's terrified stare, he gripped the cold, bone-piercing claws with both hands like iron clamps.

Click!Click!

The grappling hook snapped in two! The blood mist froze!

Tianze gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain. His body suddenly lost its support and slumped forward, his movements clearly showing the sluggishness brought about by the Butterfly Gu.

Yan Lingji tried to help him up, but Tianze rudely refused.

Qin Chuan flicked his fingers repeatedly, breaking all the chains.

"Take him away."

Qin Chuan gave the order, then naturally put his arm around Chi Meng, who was curiously looking around, and took the lead towards the exit of the Ice Prison.

Chi Meng lightly touched the ground barefoot, like an elf. The sound of silver bells and the faint light of silver butterflies in her hair were particularly striking in the deathly silent ice prison.

Bai Feng followed silently, her gaze towards Chi Meng filled with solemnity.

Ignoring Yan Lingji's almost pleading gaze, Tianze took a step forward, each step appearing heavy and stiff.

Deep within his crimson eyes, the rage and resentment had not disappeared, but were instead covered by a deeper fear and sense of powerlessness towards the "butterfly" within him.

The existence of the Butterfly Gu was like an invisible string, making him realize that all his power was shackled, and his life and death were only in Qin Chuan's hands.

The flames of revenge still burn, but they can no longer escape Qin Chuan's control and continue to rage unchecked.

Yan Lingji sighed silently, her gaze involuntarily falling once again on the two figures walking hand in hand ahead.

Dressed in black, she stood tall and straight like a pine tree; her purple figure was delicate and lively; and silver butterflies shimmered in her hair.

Qin Chuan tilted his head slightly to listen to Chi Meng's excited whispers, and the lines of his profile seemed to soften a bit.

However, after witnessing firsthand the deadly binding effect of the beautiful butterfly Gu, and seeing Qin Chuan's gentleness at this moment, the subtle change in Yan Lingji's heart caused by saving the girl was overshadowed by a deeper chill and vigilance.

This man is as gentle as a spring breeze, reserved only for one person; yet as ruthless as a harsh winter, capable of causing all things to wither. He imprisons the most ferocious claws in the most beautiful way.

The deepest part of Snowcloak Castle, the Frosty Ice Prison, has returned to deathly silence.

Broken chains, shattered claws, dark red ice marks on icicles, the lingering shadows of silver bells and butterflies in the air, and the oppressive feeling brought by that invisible constraint.

Together they proclaim that the ferocious beasts imprisoned here have been released, and in a beautiful yet deadly way, have been shackled to move.

Beside the leader of the "Bad People" also appeared a bright and lively figure from another world, yet with a hidden, strange and sharp edge.

The storm in Xinzheng will, due to Tianze's restraint and the allure of the fluttering butterfly, head towards an even more unpredictable and uncontrollable unknown.

Chapter 26 Flame Spirit Princess's First Recognition of a Master

In the early morning at Zilan Pavilion, the warm sunlight flowed between the carved beams and painted rafters. The elegant fragrance of incense floated in the air, trying to dispel the faint traces of blood and chill left over from last night.

Yan Lingji stood in the shadows of the corridor.

Her eyes were lowered, and her fingertips were tracing the large, dark robe she was wearing.

The robe was made of a heavy material, carrying a calm and aloof air.

It had enveloped her, shielding her from the bone-chilling cold of Snowcloth Fortress's icy prison; it was the shelter Qin Chuan had casually offered her last night when she was at her most vulnerable and disheveled.

At this moment, this protection seemed out of place, even like an invisible shackle, reminding her of her changing identity.