Chapter 192: Forced Kiss and Showdown! Senior Sister, isn’t your character persona collapsing way too thoroughly?

"Bo—!"

Two soft and slightly cool lips heavily imprinted on Gu Lan's mouth.

There was not the slightest sign, nor any fancy technique.

It was simply the purest and most primitive collision!

Gu Lan could even feel Jiang Wanqing's teeth bumping against his lips, bringing a faint trace of the smell of blood.

His entire body was dragged and fell onto Jiang Wanqing's body, his hands instinctively bracing against the soil on both sides of her head, his two eyes wide open like copper bells.

In his head, there was even a buzzing sound, instantly exploding into a blank slate.

What the fuck?!

What is the situation?!

The script isn't written like this!

I was just talking tough earlier and humiliating you as a foot-washing maid. According to your persona as the Righteous Path's number one iceberg Fairy, shouldn't you be giving me a big slap across the face right now, or directly drawing the taie sword to pierce right through me?

What is going on with you suddenly forcing a kiss without a word?!

Not only was Gu Lan dumbfounded.

The three of them—Hongxiu, Lanyu, and Lüluo, who were standing nearby ready to watch a good show (or ready to mediate)—had all turned into stone sculptures.

"Click."

A piece of crystal Lüluo had just picked up in her hand dropped straight to the ground, her two small hands tightly covering her eyes, yet the gaps between her fingers were wide open.

"Gr—Great Senior Sister… actually kissed Senior Brother Gu?!"

Lanyu's hand holding the sword trembled violently, and on that expressionless iceberg face of hers, for the first time, an expression named "cracking" appeared.

As for Hongxiu, she opened her rosy cherry-like mouth wide, and the silk handkerchief in her hand fell straight to the ground.

"This… this fucking is Jiang Wanqing?!"

"Even this old lady, the chief Disciple of the Hehuan Sect, wouldn't dare to be this fierce!"

Silence.

Across the entire dark red barren land, there was only the "woo-woo" sound of the wind blowing past the broken swords, as well as the intertwining and increasingly rapid breathing sounds of the two.

Fully more than ten seconds passed.

Jiang Wanqing finally loosened her grip on Gu Lan's collar, slightly turning her head away, gasping heavily for breath.

Her cheeks were so red they looked as if they could drip blood, and even those crystal-clear earlobes were stained with a breathtaking crimson.

But within those cold and distant eyes, at this moment, burned an unprecedented, scorching flame that was almost enough to melt a person.

She stared fixedly at Gu Lan, who was right before her eyes.

"You think…"

Jiang Wanqing's voice was still trembling, carrying a hint of a crying tone, yet it was incomparably firm.

"You think that by pretending to be heinous and saying a few harsh words, you can push me away?"

"You think I don't know that when you said on the stage you wanted to capture me as a foot-washing maid, it was to save my life in front of that Female Demon Lord?"

"You think I don't know that just now at the bottom of the abyss, you risked your life to protect us, even sparing no effort to use that demonic sword with extremely strong backlash, just so we could come out alive?!"

Facing Jiang Wanqing's Soul-stirring triple questioning.

The cold sweat on Gu Lan's forehead broke out with a "swish".

It's over.

Senior Sister's self-imagined filter not only did not shatter because of his "scumbag" behavior, but instead, because of sharing life and death just now, directly upgraded into titanium alloy bulletproof glass!

"Senior Sister… calm down."

Gu Lan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, attempting to crawl up from her body.

"I was really just following the plot! I am the Sword-Wielding Envoy of the Demon Cult! I am a bad guy now!"

"I don't believe it!"

Jiang Wanqing grabbed his waist in a tight embrace, refusing to let him get up no matter what.

Her newly reshaped Foundation, under the nourishment of the taie sword's Origin, had shockingly great strength. Gu Lan had also just overdrawn his True Qi, and for a moment actually failed to break free.

"You are simply an idiot!"

Jiang Wanqing buried her face in Gu Lan's chest, her tears instantly soaking his tattered white robes.

"You alone in that place where people are eaten without their bones left in the Demon Cult, facing that moody Female Demon Lord every day, just how much grievance have you suffered?"

"To protect me, you were willing to shoulder the infamy of all people under heaven, willing to bear the backlash of the demonic sword yourself!"

"How can I, Jiang Wanqing, possess such virtue and ability to be worth you going to this step for me?!"

Hearing this blood-tearing confession, Gu Lan was completely numb all over.

Senior Sister!

I really haven't suffered any grievances!

That moody Female Demon Lord was still hugging me to sleep last night, insisting on acting as my hand warmer!

The backlash of that demonic sword was just a coward sword spirit afraid of getting beaten!

But did he dare say these words?

If spoken, not only would the bitter flesh trick be completely ruined, but Jiang Wanqing would probably lift the taie sword on the spot to fight Ye Hongzhuang to the death.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Just as Gu Lan was caught in a dilemma.

Hongxiu finally couldn't watch anymore; she coughed heavily a few times and stepped forward.

"Um… excuse the two of you for your deep affection and righteousness."

Hongxiu looked with a smile that wasn't a smile at Gu Lan, who was still lying on top of Jiang Wanqing.

"Great Senior Sister, although I am very touched by the two of you's 'life-and-death tragic love', in this wilderness, with the ground full of mud, isn't this posture of yours… a bit unseemly?"

"Moreover, although we escaped the abyss here, we are still within the range of the Sword Tomb. Having made such a big commotion just now, if it attracts other old monsters, the two of us will really become a pair of fleeing mandarin ducks… oh no, five fleeing roasted chickens."

Hearing Hongxiu's words, Jiang Wanqing only then woke up as if from a dream.

She realized that she had actually forcibly kissed Gu Lan right in front of her Junior Sisters just now, and even tightly hugged him without letting go.

With a "whoosh".

Jiang Wanqing's face blushed practically like a ripe tomato, and white smoke even faintly drifted from the top of her head.

She hurriedly released her hands, flurriedly pushing Gu Lan away, and panic-strickenly sat up herself.

"I… just now…"

Jiang Wanqing was incoherent, lowering her head and not daring to look at the others at all. That cold and aloof image of the iceberg Fairy had at this moment collapsed to the point not even dregs were left.

"Understood, we all understand."

Hongxiu walked over, pulled Gu Lan up from the ground with a yank, and casually helped him pat the dirt off his clothes.

"After a person experiences great ups and downs, emotions are inevitably a bit out of control."

She turned her head, her fox-like eyes narrowing slightly, staring at Gu Lan's broken-skinned lips, her tone revealing a hint of sourness:

"However, Junior Brother, your romantic fortune is truly not shallow."

"First the Demon Cult Saintess threw herself into your arms, and later the Righteous Path Fairy forced herself upon you. Can this waist of yours… still take it?"

"Senior Sister is joking."

Gu Lan awkwardly rubbed his nose, hurriedly changing the topic.

"This place is indeed not suitable for staying long."

He looked around all directions.

Their current location was the edge of a huge basin formed after the collapse of the abyss. In the distance, those towering broken swords still exuded a murderous aura, and the grayish mist was gathering again.

"That sword strike of mine earlier emptied seven-tenths of the True Qi in my body, and I urgently need to find a place to regulate my breathing and recover."

"Great Senior Sister just received the nourishment of the taie sword, and her Foundation is being reshaped; she also needs a quiet environment to stabilize her Realm."

Gu Lan looked at Lanyu: "Senior Sister Lanyu, your Divine Sense is the most sensitive to Sword Qi. Is there any hidden place nearby where we can hide?"

Lanyu nodded, closing her eyes to sense for a moment.

"About ten miles to the southeast, there is a ruin of a broken sword array. The Sword Qi there is extremely chaotic, which can effectively shield against external Divine Sense probing. Moreover, the terrain is treacherous and easy to defend while difficult to attack."

"Good, let's go there!"

Gu Lan made a prompt decision.

He just wanted to reach out to help Jiang Wanqing on the ground, but as a result, halfway through, he retracted his hand like an electric shock.

No, this is a great opportunity; I must put on the airs of a "villain", otherwise in the future I will really be completely controlled to death by these few women.

"Cough."

Gu Lan straightened his face, putting his hands behind his back, looking down condescendingly at Jiang Wanqing.

"Since you have already fallen into my hands, then recognize your identity right now."

"Get up and walk by yourself. Don't expect this seat to carry you on my back like just now."

Jiang Wanqing was slightly stunned.

Looking at Gu Lan's deliberately feigned cold appearance, not only did she not get angry, but instead a trace of gentle smiling ripples surfaced at the bottom of her eyes.

"Still acting…"

She sighed silently in her heart.

Junior Brother is truly working so hard to conceal his deep affection.

"Yes, this maid obeys."

Jiang Wanqing stood up, and actually curtsied gracefully, making an extremely standard maid etiquette.

She didn't even go to take the taie sword that fell on the ground, but instead treated it like an ordinary accessory, casually twirling a sword flower, carrying it on her back, and then obediently stood to Gu Lan's rear flank.

That submissive and resigned look was practically more dedicated than a real maid!

Gu Lan: "…"

Hongxiu: "…"

Lanyu: "…"

Lüluo blinked, pulled a pastry out from her Storage Pouch and stuffed it into her mouth, muttering softly: "Is Great Senior Sister… beaten to have her brain broken?"

Gu Lan felt his head hurt even more.

This fucking is completely unplayable!

A half-step Nascent Soul bigwig holding the Righteous Path's number one divine weapon, calling herself a maid here, who would believe that?!

"Go, go, go! Hurry up and go!"

Gu Lan impatiently waved his hand, taking the lead and walking in the southeast direction in big strides.

Half an hour later.

The five-person squad finally arrived at the ruin of the sword array mentioned by Lanyu.

This was a natural cave formed by the intersection of dozens of huge broken swords, surrounded by violent and chaotic Sword Qi, which ordinary Yao Beasts and Cultivators did not dare to approach at all.

The interior of the cave was quite spacious, dry, and sheltered from the wind.

"Let's rest and recuperate right here."

Gu Lan walked into the cave, plonked down on a flat stone, and let out a long breath of turbid air.

This series of high-intensity battles and mental torture made him truly feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Hongxiu skillfully took out a few night pearls from her Storage Pouch and embedded them into the cave wall, illuminating the dim cave.

Lanyu walked to the cave entrance, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes to rest her mind, and at the same time took on the task of guarding.

Lüluo found a corner and continued munching on her snacks.

Gu Lan closed his eyes, preparing to circulate the Heavenly Demon Creation Art to recover his True Qi.

Suddenly, a slight sound of water rang in his ear.

He opened his eyes, and was instantly so frightened by the scene before him that he almost bounced up from the stone.

I saw that Jiang Wanqing didn't know where she found a wooden basin, which was unexpectedly filled with clear, lukewarm water.

At this moment, she had already shed her outer Daoist robe, wearing only a thin white undergarment, her sleeves rolled up high, revealing a section of forearms as fair as snow lotus roots.

She held the wooden basin, walked in front of Gu Lan, slowly squatted down, and placed the wooden basin by Gu Lan's feet.

Then.

She raised her head, that peerlessly beautiful face carrying a suffocating gentleness and submission, and softly said:

"Master, you've worked hard on the journey."

"Let this maid… wash your feet for you."