readsfreenovel Chapter 495 Support
Chapter 495 Support
The next second—
"Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking rang out one after another, and the right wrist bones of the three people were crushed by the holy light! They screamed and struggled, but were suffocated by the chains. Their faces turned purple and they couldn't even make a sound to beg for mercy.
Chu Ziyu opened his eyes slightly, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: So cruel...
Lin Ci'an finally glanced at him sideways, his gaze so deep that it seemed to be able to penetrate his disguise.
Chu Ziyu immediately lowered his eyelashes, putting on a look of weakness and forbearance, and even coughed twice, with a trace of blood flowing from his lips.
Sure enough, Lin Ci'an's eyes became even colder.
He raised his hand and swung it, and the three knights fell heavily to the ground, their bones groaning under the heavy burden.
The leading knight struggled to raise his head, and met Lin Ci'an's icy jade pupils that were as cold as a god.
"Go back and tell the presiding judge." The Son of God's voice was eerily calm, "If you touch my people again, it won't be your wrists that will be broken next time."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards Chu Ziyu, and in full view of everyone, he directly picked him up and carried him sideways!
Chu Ziyu: “……?!”
He struggled subconsciously, but Lin Ci'an held him tighter. The Holy Son looked down at him and said in a low voice: "If you move again, I will personally check every wound on your body in front of everyone."
Chu Ziyu felt a heat in his ears and he immediately calmed down.
6872! He gritted his teeth in his mind. This was different from the script!
The system is trying not to laugh: But the blackening value has dropped by another 1%, boss. Just bear with it.
Chu Ziyu: “…”
He silently buried his face in Lin Ci'an's holy robe to hide his triumphant smile.
——The plan is passed.
A holy light flashed, and the two of them instantly appeared in the bedroom.
Chu Ziyu was pressed against the carved bedpost. The Son of God's gorgeous silver crown slipped off due to excessive movement, and the moonstone hit the carpet with a dull sound.
"Why did you let them see it on purpose?" Lin Ci'an stared at the new scratch on his neck. "You can obviously..."
"What can I do?" Chu Ziyu chuckled, and suddenly grabbed Lin Ci's hand that was soothing his wound, "Like this?"
He brought that hand to his chest. Through the thin fabric, Lin Ci'an could clearly feel the bulge of the sun's mark - and the abnormally high heat underneath.
"Look," Chu Ziyu breathed hotly, "I am indeed...very ill."
When the holy light burned into the mark on his heart, Chu Ziyu heard in the severe pain:
Darkening value -10%! 55%! It has fallen below the critical value, sir! The electronic voice of 6872 is trembling: Have you calculated this far? !
The tip of his bitten tongue dripped onto the back of Lin Ci'an's hand: "Of course..."
Looking at the other's pupils that suddenly shrank, he sighed contentedly in his mind: No redemption... I want him to dirty himself with his own hands
At the moment he was pressed against the bedpost, Chu Ziyu saw through the system monitoring that his blackening value had dropped by another 3%. He let the fabric tear, thinking carelessly: The Templars are right... I am indeed a mad dog.
When Lin Ci'an's trembling fingertips touched those dark blue lines, he chuckled in the severe pain: But... it's the mad dog that belongs to the sun!
With the sound of tearing clothes, the scars under the bandages were exposed in the twilight. The whip marks that should have healed were strangely blue-black, connecting with the brand on the heart to form a spider web-like pattern.
Lin Ci'an's pupils shrank suddenly. This was not an ordinary poison, but a sign of the backlash of a forbidden technique - only by enduring the dual erosion of light and darkness for a long time would this happen...
"How long?" Holy light burst out from his palm, "How long have you endured this pain?"
Chu Ziyu just leaned his head against the bedpost, letting the holy light flow through the hideous wound. His bloodstained fingertips traced the golden sun pattern on Lin Ci'an's holy robe, and his voice was as light as a sigh:
“I can’t remember.”