met free Chapter 119: Pressuring
Chapter 119: Pressuring
The black figure descended from the sky like a ghost, and the strong pressure made Gao Xingchen and Nan Li almost breathless. The dangerous atmosphere filled the valley, and even the surrounding trees seemed to be trembling.
"Who are you? Why are you forcing me so hard?!" Gao Xingchen asked with gritted teeth, protecting Nan Li behind him. He knew that he would be doomed today, but he still wanted to find out who he had offended to be hunted down so ruthlessly.
The man in black did not answer. He just raised his hand slowly. An invisible pressure pinned Gao Xingchen and Nan Li firmly in place, unable to move.
"Xingchen!" Nanli exclaimed. She could feel the terrifying power, which was enough to crush them into powder in an instant.
Gao Xingchen held Nan Li's hand tightly, his eyes full of determination: "Don't be afraid, even if I die, I will protect you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the star power in Gao Xingchen's body surged wildly, turning into a dazzling starlight, trying to break through the invisible restraint. However, his power seemed so small in front of the terrifying pressure, like the light of a firefly, trying to compete with the bright moon.
The man in black snorted coldly, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand lightly, and Gao Xingchen and Nan Li were thrown out like kites with broken strings, and hit the rock wall behind them heavily.
"Puff!" Gao Xingchen spat out a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted. He struggled to stand up, but found that he was unable to move at all.
"Xingchen!" Nan Li's condition was not optimistic either. Her face was pale, bright red blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, and her breath was weak.
The man in black slowly walked up to the two of them, looked down at them, and said in a cold tone without a trace of emotion: "You don't know your own limitations."
After saying that, he turned and left, as if he simply didn't bother to kill the two ants.
Gao Xingchen and Nan Li lay there for a long time before they slowly regained some strength. They supported each other and stood up. Everything in front of them seemed so strange and terrifying.
"Can we... still go back?" Nan Li's voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.
Gao Xingchen didn't say anything. He held Nan Li's hand tightly, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness surged in his heart. He knew that the enemy they were facing now was far beyond their ability.
They dragged their exhausted bodies back to the camp. Nan Li was seriously injured. She lay in Gao Xingchen's arms, her face pale, her breath weak, and her eyes had lost their former brilliance, like a flower about to wither, which made people feel distressed.
Gao Xingchen held her hand tightly, his heart filled with self-blame and pain. He didn't know if he could still protect her, or lead her out of this abyss of despair...
Gao Xingchen carefully carried Nanli back to the tent and gently placed her on the soft animal skin. Nanli's breathing was weak, her face was pale as if transparent, and the blood at the corner of her mouth had dried, which was even more shocking. Gao Xingchen wiped her with a warm towel with trembling hands. Every wipe was like wiping on his own heart, and it hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.
"Li'er, how are you? Don't scare me..." Gao Xingchen's voice was hoarse and trembling. He held Nan Li's cold hand, trying to pass his body temperature to her. However, the only response he got was Nan Li's increasingly weak breathing.
Nan Li slowly opened her eyes, her misty gaze fell on Gao Xingchen's anxious face, and a weak smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Xingchen, am I going to die..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Gao Xingchen grabbed her hand fiercely, his eyes red, "You won't die, I won't let you die!"
His tone was firm, but deep in his heart there was a deep fear and helplessness. He didn't know what to do. He had never felt so powerless and so desperate as he did now. He hated himself, hated his weakness, and hated himself for not being able to protect the one he loved.
Nan Li shook her head gently, her voice as weak as a candle in the wind: "Xingchen, don't lie to yourself, we all know that we... have reached a dead end..."
A tear slid down from the corner of her eye, leaving a crystal-clear mark on her pale face. Those were the tears of the stars, the tears of despair.
Gao Xingchen held her hand tightly, hugged her in his arms, and used his body temperature to warm her cold body. His heart was in turmoil, pain, self-blame, despair, all kinds of emotions intertwined, almost swallowing him up.
"Li'er, don't worry, I will find a way to save you, I will..." He repeated this sentence over and over again, as if he wanted to convince himself, or as if he wanted to grasp the last straw.
Nan Li leaned weakly on his chest, listening to his forced calm heartbeat, and an inexplicable sadness surged in her heart. She knew that Gao Xingchen was comforting her and himself.
"Cough cough..." Nan Li suddenly started coughing violently. Blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth, staining her clothes red.
"Li'er!" Gao Xingchen exclaimed, and hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, but he couldn't stop the glaring red.
Nan Li's breathing became weaker and weaker, her consciousness began to blur, and everything in front of her became blurry. She tried hard to see Gao Xingchen's face clearly, to remember his last appearance, but her eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that she couldn't open them.
"Xingchen...I..." She wanted to say something, but she was too weak to make a sound.
Gao Xingchen hugged her tightly, feeling her body gradually getting colder, his heart aching. He knew that he was about to lose her, he was about to lose her...
At this moment, Xiao Hei, who had been waiting outside the tent, suddenly let out a mournful cry. He paced back and forth outside the tent anxiously, as if he also felt his master's despair and sadness...
Xiao Hei was lingering outside the tent restlessly, making low whimpering sounds in his throat. He wanted to go in and keep his master company, but was afraid of disturbing them. He could feel the sadness and despair emanating from Gao Xingchen, a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.
Gao Xingchen seemed not to hear Xiao Hei's cries. He just hugged Nan Li tightly, letting his tears fall silently. The candlelight in the tent flickered, casting their shadows on the wall, interweaving into a sad picture.
After an unknown amount of time, Nan Li's breathing gradually calmed down, but Gao Xingchen knew that this was just a last gasp. He gently placed Nan Li on the animal skin, covered her with a blanket, and then stood up and walked out of the tent.
The night was falling, the stars were twinkling, the night wind blew on Gao Xingchen's face, but it could not blow away the haze in his heart. He sat alone on a rock outside the camp, looking up at the vast starry sky, his heart full of confusion and helplessness.
"Am I really going to lose her?" Gao Xingchen murmured to himself, his voice full of pain and despair, "Am I really going to watch her leave me?"
He recalled every bit of his encounter with Nan Li, the happy, sad, thrilling, and romantic moments flashing through his mind like movie scenes. He once thought that they would be together forever, spending their lives together. However, reality dealt him a cruel blow, shattering his hopes.
Just when Gao Xingchen fell into the abyss of despair, a voice sounded in his ears: "Child, don't give up, this is just a test of fate for you."
The voice was old and mysterious, as if it came from a distant time and space, but it echoed clearly in his ears. Gao Xingchen stood up suddenly and looked around, but he didn't see anyone.
"Who is it? Who is talking?" Gao Xingchen asked loudly, with a hint of fear and a hint of hope in his voice.
"Child, don't be afraid. I am here to help you." The voice sounded again. "Everything you have experienced is arranged by fate, but fate is not unchangeable. Do you want to save her? Do you want to change your own fate?"
Gao Xingchen's heart began to beat violently. He didn't know who the owner of the voice was, nor did he know whether what he said was true or false, but he was willing to believe it because he had nothing to lose.
"I do! Of course I do!" Gao Xingchen answered without hesitation, "Please tell me, what should I do?"