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Chapter 270: Don’t Die

The prison fell into a brief silence.

Li Muyang stared at the woman in front of him, who was trying to speak softly and tenderly, momentarily stunned.

Although Yan Xiaoru’s gentle tone was very rigid, clearly she had never done this before and it seemed a bit awkward.

Yet, for some reason, seeing Yan Xiaoru like this, Li Muyang felt a warm current rise in his heart.

All the troubling matters he had been wrestling with seemed to vanish at that moment.

After thinking over his words, Li Muyang said, "...Although it looks like I’m being petulant, really I’m not."

Li Muyang’s expression became sincere, his gaze soft, as he tried to convey his honesty, "I’m not an ignorant three-year-old child, how could I be petulant about matters of life and death with you?"

"The reason I said not to come and rescue me is that it’s truly unnecessary, the danger is too great."

Li Muyang analyzed the risks and consequences of rescuing him, then added, "Furthermore, Shen Yan has been sending people to protect me near the prison, and with my Martial God Domineering Body now somewhat developed, the cost for those who would trouble a prisoner like me is too high."

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"That group of people is now busy fighting for power and profit. Compared to the power they are fighting over, my personal feud with them is really not worth mentioning."

The current struggle within the Demon Sect could be likened to the struggle between the feudal lords and the Emperor in a previous life.

Both were fighting over the future order and voice within the Demon Sect, which affected not only the two parties but also the entire sect’s future and order.

At such times, Li Muyang, the so-called "chief culprit", became insignificant, and spending manpower to take revenge on him was meaningless.

After Li Muyang finished speaking, Yan Xiaoru in the darkness also fell silent.

"Is that so..."

Yan Xiaoru pondered carefully, seemingly choosing her words with caution, and then said, "I’m aware of what you’re saying, but a gentleman should not stand under a collapsing wall. With the current turmoil in the city, it’s the perfect opportunity to rescue you."

"I wouldn’t do something rash. Since I’ve come to save you, I’m certain of success..."

Yan Xiaoru still hoped to rescue Li Muyang.

Li Muyang smiled and said, "I’m happy you’re so concerned about my safety, but really, there’s no need."

"Rather than wasting manpower and taking risks to save me, it’s better to leave me be. Yu Chan said your plans are nearly complete, and if so, I won’t be in this prison for many more days."

He smiled and said softly, "You should go now. Don’t linger in the prison, and don’t come to see me in person anymore... It’s too dangerous."

Li Muyang urged Yan Xiaoru to leave with earnest words.

However, Yan Xiaoru in the darkness simply watched him quietly, without moving.

She walked forward two steps, came to the bars, and quietly looked at Li Muyang through them. "There’s still time..." she said.

Li Muyang blinked, thinking she might have some unfinished words.

But Yan Xiaoru’s hand suddenly reached through the bars to cradle Li Muyang’s face, gently pulling it closer to her own.

Then, Yan Xiaoru outside the cell gently tiptoed and leaned in.

A fresh and elegant fragrance wafted over, and Li Muyang’s eyes widened in surprise.

He felt the warmth of Yan Xiaoru’s breath and the softness of her tender lips so close to him.

Their breaths, lips, and even heartbeats intertwined in chaos at this moment.

An intoxicating dreamlike sensation began to emerge.

In that moment, Li Muyang as if tasting sweet nectar, instinctively sought the sweetness between their lips, his eyes slightly glazed over.

After a while, the two separated in the darkness, their clothes and hair slightly disheveled.

She stepped back two steps, looking at Li Muyang behind the bars, the Demon Sect Elder who was as cold as an iceberg, his expression as indifferent as ever.

But a mist of confusion overlaid her eyes.

And quietly, a flush of red crept over her cheeks.

She watched Li Muyang in silence within the cell and whispered softly, "...Don’t die."

After speaking, the woman turned resolutely and left, quickly disappearing into the darkness of the entrance.

She didn’t seem to linger at all, her departure so determined.

Even the last sentence she left behind was extremely brief.

Yet Li Muyang in the dark prison licked his lips and savored the taste with his tongue, laughing with sheer delight.