readsfreenovel Chapter 187 Inner World
Chapter 187 Inner World
However, Lu Yan was like an impenetrable fortress. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break through the thick defenses and reach the true core of his inner world. But he was not discouraged. Instead, his curiosity and desire to explore were aroused. He vowed to uncover this mystery and reveal Lu Yan's deepest hidden true thoughts to the world.
At that moment, Fang Congyi seemed to have transformed into an indestructible sculpture, standing there motionless and steady as a rock. His body stood straight, emitting a powerful aura that could not be ignored.
His eyes, in particular, were as deep as the endless night sky, yet as sharp as the flash of lightning across the sky. At that moment, like two blazing torches, they held a fiery heat and a fierce aura, fixed firmly on the man named Lu Yan, not far ahead. It seemed that once caught in such a gaze, there was no escape from its grasp.
Her eyes were like two sharp rays of light, moving up and down, as if trying to penetrate Lu Yan's seemingly strong appearance and reach the most secret corners of his heart to explore the unknown secrets hidden therein.
Time passed quietly minute by minute, and the air around seemed to feel the tense and solemn atmosphere, gradually becoming stagnant, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, making it almost impossible to breathe smoothly.
Finally, in this suffocating silence, after a pause that felt like an eternity, Fang Congyi, who had been pursing her lips, slowly opened her mouth. Her lips, once tightly closed, now parted slightly, like a budding flower, cautiously opening. Then, a slow and steady tone emanated from her mouth, each word carrying a weight that struck the hearts of everyone present.
"Let me take a look at what you look like now. Tsk tsk tsk... I have to say, you really have a good appearance! Sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a face like a crown of jade, a tall and straight figure, and an outstanding temperament.
With such a face, it is not an exaggeration to call him handsome and dignified."
"Besides, you are also the direct disciple of the head of the Gudu Sect. Gudu Sect is a leading figure in the martial arts world. To be the direct disciple of its head, you must be a person with extraordinary talent and strength.
"A man as outstanding as you, with such a distinguished background, must surely attract the attention of many women when you walk around. They will fall in love with you and even pursue you relentlessly, right?"
As he uttered these words, his voice was as gentle as a spring breeze across the lake, yet tinged with a barely concealed hint of teasing. This hint of teasing was like a playful child's crayon, gently dabbing it, imbuing the otherwise plain words with a vibrant, colorful hue. When people heard this tone of voice, their lips involuntarily curled up, and an irrepressible smile welled up in their hearts, as if an invisible hand had gently tickled their skin, leaving them unable to resist a smile.
Time seemed to be under a spell, stagnant, each second seeming long and agonizing. A second passed, and the questioner looked anxiously at the other person, anticipating an answer. Another second passed, and his heartbeat quickened, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Then, a third second slowly slipped by, but all he received in response was that dead silence.
Finally, after a long, suffocating silence, a clear, melodious sound shattered the stillness of the night—the distant chirping of cicadas. They seemed to sense the questioner's inner anxiety and restlessness, telling the story of the night in their own unique way. However, these chirping sounds offered him no comfort; instead, they only made him feel heavier and more lost.
"Tsk, are you shy already?"
A slightly playful voice broke the silence.
"Young man, you are a little thin-skinned."
As the words fell, the air around them seemed to become a little awkward.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything! Oh my, how can this boy be so thin-skinned? Like a piece of paper, he turns red at the slightest touch! If this continues, what will happen in the future?"
Fang stood there, talking non-stop, her hands constantly gesturing in the air in various shapes and movements, as if trying to convey her meaning. Her brows furrowed slightly, her lips pursed tightly, a look of frustration on her face, as if she were deeply dissatisfied or disappointed with what she was discussing.
After she finished speaking, Fang suddenly seemed to remember something and turned her head sharply, looking directly in the direction of Lu Yan. Her eyes were filled with anticipation, hoping to see some immediate reaction from Lu Yan, even if it was just a slight frown. However, as time passed, Lu Yan remained silent, causing Fang to grow anxious, secretly wondering if Lu Yan had taken her words to heart.
However, what she had never expected was that Lu Yan remained fixed in place, as if under a spell, like a fine sculpture, unmoving. He stood there silently, as if completely cut off from the clamor of the surrounding world, a tranquil world all his own. The sunlight streamed down on him, outlining a golden outline, but his tall, upright frame remained unaffected, maintaining its previous position, motionless.
He stood there quietly, as tall and resolute as a statue. The sunlight shone down on him, outlining his perfect contours and making his figure appear even taller and more imposing. He tilted his head slightly, gazing into the distance, his deep eyes seemingly filled with endless stories and thoughts.
A gentle breeze caressed the hem of his clothes, caressing them gently. As if imbued with life, they swayed gently, creating a subtle wiggle. This slight movement was the only clue that he wasn't truly still, otherwise people might mistakenly believe he had merged with the beautiful scenery.
At this moment, a soft voice broke the silence: "What's wrong with you?" The voice, filled with concern and confusion, slowly floated in the air.