Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 193 – Always Remember Ning Shuang

Deep within the Mist Forest, all was deathly silent.

Lin Fan carried the unconscious Long Yan, darting desperately through the woods like a dark green phantom.

The black shortsword in her chest felt like bone-chilling ice, each breath bringing a heart-rending, excruciating pain.

A sinister, bizarre power was spreading madly from the wound, causing life force to wither rapidly wherever it passed.

“Pfft…”

She spat out another mouthful of dark green dragon blood. Her once stunningly beautiful face was now as pale as rice paper.

“Ning Shuang! How are you! Put me down!” Long Yan’s voice held an irrepressible sob. He could clearly feel the aura of the woman behind him weakening at a terrifying rate, like a candle flickering in the wind.

“Shut up!” Lin Fan gritted her teeth, her voice trembling.

She didn’t dare to stop.

That sinister power was madly eroding her body; she could feel herself rapidly decaying and withering from the inside.

After flying through the forest for an unknown amount of time, Lin Fan finally couldn’t hold on any longer. Her vision suddenly went black, and she, along with Long Yan, plummeted from mid-air.

With a loud crash, the two of them fell heavily into a spacious cavern concealed by vines.

“Ning Shuang!”

Ignoring the pain wracking his own body, Long Yan struggled to crawl to Lin Fan’s side.

When he saw the tip of the black sword that had pierced through her back and emerged from her chest, a tidal wave of regret and self-blame instantly drowned him.

“Why… why…” he murmured over and over like a helpless child, his voice filled with a pain that could tear the soul apart.

Lin Fan leaned weakly against the cold rock wall, gasping for breath.

The cursed power attached to this black shortsword, and the black mist Long Jingyun had used to easily block her Dragon Breath, were things she had never seen in Long Ningshuang’s memories.

It must be the bloodline talent of that seventh-level Pureblood Dragon Clan member.

She looked at Long Yan’s stupid expression, on the verge of crying himself to death, but inwardly, she was complaining furiously.

If it weren’t for you, the Son of Destiny, I almost would have lost this epic-grade Skin.

But… the show must go on.

Lin Fan slowly reached out a hand. With all her might, she tremblingly caressed Long Yan’s face, wiping away the blood and tears.

She managed to squeeze out a smile so weak it was on the verge of collapse. In the dim cavern, that smile was tragically beautiful, enough to break one’s heart.

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“Silly…”

Her voice was light and airy, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

“Because…”

“I, Ning Shuang…”

She leaned in close to Long Yan’s ear and, with her last ounce of strength, uttered the line she had long prepared.

“…like Big Brother Long Yan… the most…”

This sentence was like a clap of thunder from the heavens, exploding in Long Yan’s chaotic mind.

He froze completely, staring blankly at the woman in his arms, whose face was ashen and whose breath was so faint it could be extinguished at any second.

His heart felt as if it were being squeezed viciously by an invisible hand, the pain making it impossible to breathe.

Yes, that’s the expression.

Pain, self-blame, and the obsession that was about to be carved into his very bones by this “confession of love”… Perfect.

“Ning… Ning Shuang… Don’t sleep… Look at me…” Long Yan’s voice trembled uncontrollably. Hot tears, no longer restrained, fell in large drops onto Lin Fan’s face.

Lin Fan’s eyelids fluttered, and she managed to open them a crack.

She looked at Long Yan’s foolish appearance, looking as if he would cry himself to death, but her mind was calmly calculating the time.

“Big Brother… Long Yan…” Lin Fan’s voice was as faint as a gossamer thread. As she spoke, the dark gold Dragon Scales around the sword tip protruding from her chest slowly receded, revealing the fair, full flesh beneath.

Long Yan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned bloodshot.

That sword was less than a finger’s breadth from her heart.

“Pull… pull it out…” Lin Fan said, looking into his eyes, enunciating each word.

“No! I can’t! You’ll die if I pull it out!” Long Yan shook his head like a rattle drum.

“Be good…” A trace of unquestionable authority entered Lin Fan’s voice. Though weak, it was filled with power. “If you don’t pull it out… that power… will corrode my body… I’ll die anyway…”

Long Yan’s body trembled violently.

He looked into Lin Fan’s golden vertical pupils. There was no fear of death in them, only a heart-wrenching calm and complete trust that shattered him.

Finally, as if using all the strength in his body, he nodded heavily.

He took a deep breath, moved behind Lin Fan, pressed one hand firmly on her shoulder, and with the other, tremblingly gripped the cold, black hilt.

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“Ning Shuang… brace yourself…”

“Puchi—!”

The shortsword was yanked out abruptly, bringing with it a gushing spray of dark green blood.

“Ugh!”

Lin Fan let out a pained grunt. Her body convulsed violently before going completely limp in Long Yan’s arms, as if she had lost all her strength.

Pain washed over her like a tide, but in that instant, her mind was clearer than ever.

Fuse!

She remembered the system’s rules.

With every Skin fusion, the system would restore the body to its absolute peak condition.

In other words, no matter how severely this Skin was injured, as long as the fusion was completed, it would end up in a perfect, flawless state.

A thought of extreme madness instantly formed in her mind.

Since this melodrama has already reached its climax, why not… add more fuel to the fire and make it burn even brighter!

Lin Fan’s Mental Strength erupted at full force in an instant, like invisible tentacles, sweeping across a five-kilometer radius.

That crazy woman, Long Xueqi, had already caught up.

Although this cavern’s location was extremely well-hidden and wouldn’t be found in a short time, she still had to hurry.

She turned with difficulty to look at the grief-stricken Long Yan.

Reaching out a trembling hand, she gently caressed his cheek, then used her last ounce of strength to pull him into a tight embrace.

Her soft body pressed against his, and her scent, a mixture of orchid and the thick smell of blood, drilled aggressively into his nostrils.

“Big Brother Long Yan…”

Her voice was as light as a wisp of smoke, yet it rang clearly in Long Yan’s ears.

“Promise me… you’ll live a good life…”

“And… you must always… always remember Ning Shuang…”

The moment her words fell.

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Bang!

A vast surge of Mental Strength erupted from her body, forming an invisible palm that slapped viciously against the back of Long Yan’s head.

Long Yan’s body stiffened. A flash of bewilderment crossed his eyes before they rolled back, and he passed out completely.

Lin Fan laid him flat on the ground. Looking at his chiseled face, her golden vertical pupils held not a shred of reluctance, only a vast indifference.

“I need to be quick.”

She whispered, then retrieved a full set of surgical tools, gleaming with a cold metallic light, from her System Space.

Anesthetics, scalpels, hemostats, a bone saw…

These were all things she had casually collected from the Fragrant Hills International infirmary back when she was Chen Yao.

She never thought she would use them on herself one day.

Advanced medicine was finally coming in handy!

She first injected Long Yan with a large dose of anesthetic to ensure the “Son of Destiny” wouldn’t wake up anytime soon.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, Lin Fan picked up a sharp scalpel. A thin layer of Mental Strength coated the blade as she aimed it at her own flat abdomen.

No assistant.

No surgical lamp.

She was her own surgeon.

Schlick—!

The sharp blade sliced through skin, and green blood instantly gushed out.

Lin Fan’s brow furrowed deeply. Forcibly enduring the heart-drilling pain, she used hemostats to precisely clamp one blood vessel after another. Then, her hand delved upward into her own body, exploring within.

A Dragon Clan’s Dragon Bone was not the entire spine, but the section of rib closest to the heart.

It was the core where a dragon stored and converted Spirit Energy, the very foundation of the Dragon Clan’s superiority over other races.

Soon, she found it.

After using her Mental Strength to cut it, Lin Fan snapped it with her bare hands.

She had just forcibly broken off and removed that section of Dragon Bone, which was of utmost importance to the Dragon Clan, directly from her own body.

The moment that warm, ten-centimeter-long, jade-like Dragon Bone was removed, Lin Fan’s face was already drained of all color.

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She could feel her life force rapidly slipping away.

But she didn’t care in the slightest.

She turned to look at the unconscious Long Yan, her gaze focused and fervent.

Using the same technique, she cut open Long Yan’s body and found his atrophied, broken rib—the one where his Dragon Bone had been dug out.

And then…

She carefully transplanted her own Dragon Bone, still warm and stained with her blood, into him.

A miraculous scene occurred. The moment Long Ningshuang’s Dragon Bone touched Long Yan’s broken bone, it automatically attached and connected, fusing perfectly as one.

Next came the sutures…

Every step was as precise and perfect as a textbook example.

After finishing all this, Lin Fan had reached her limit.

She casually tossed the surgical tools aside and leaned against the cold rock wall, panting heavily.

Blood continued to flow from the wounds on her abdomen and chest, dyeing the ground beneath her into a shocking pool of blood.

“Heh…”

She let out a soft laugh, then, without hesitation, took off the Long Ningshuang Skin, which was on the verge of death.

Instantly, the blood-soaked, dying Dragon Clan woman vanished.

In her place stood a flawless, stunningly beautiful figure with skin whiter than snow and flowing silver hair.

The body that had been on the brink of death was immediately restored to its peak vitality.

This was the source of her confidence in facing a seventh-level Pureblood Dragon Clan member.

Even if a Skin was on the verge of death, as long as she took it off, her true body would be restored to its original state. It was the best method for faking death and escaping.

It was just a pity she could only wear one Skin at a time, or else Lin Fan would have stacked several hundred of them.

With a casual wave of her hand, a Skin appeared before her. It was precisely the Su Rou Skin, which possessed the incomplete Nine-tailed celestial fox bloodline.

She looked at the Long Ningshuang Skin on the ground, which had already lost its luster and was on the verge of shattering. A wicked curve formed on her lips.

It’s time for the fusion