Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 197 – Almost Let Out a Sound

Deep within the Mist Forest, the scene was one of utter devastation.

Long Jingyun stood atop a giant tree that had been snapped in half, a lazy expression on his face. A wisp of black energy coiled around his fingertip.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he were feigning sleep.

Suddenly, the wisp of black mist at his fingertip trembled like a kite with a snapped string, then dissipated into the air.

Long Jingyun slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into a playful arc.

“Dead, huh.”

He murmured to himself. His tone betrayed no emotion, save for a faint trace of regret.

“What a pity. That figure, that face… I was planning to capture her and keep her as a collectible to play with.”

That woman, Long Ningshuang, had been quite the surprise.

Not only could she undergo Dragonization, but she could also control those bizarre white flames. Her strength was top-tier among the sixth rank.

Most importantly, that indomitable spirit of hers would have been so much fun to break with his own hands.

A pity she had been hit by his “Soul Devourer.” Not even the gods could save her now.

As for that Long Yan… if he was dead, he was dead. A rebel who’d had his Dragon Bone dug out wasn’t worth another moment of his thoughts.

Just then, the piercing sound of something tearing through the air rushed from the distance.

Long Jingyun looked up to see a black figure stumbling out of the woods before falling heavily onto the clearing in front of him.

It was Long Xueqi.

She was covered in blood, her clothes tattered and torn, revealing gruesome wounds all over her exposed skin. Her left wrist was twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.

She looked like a defeated dog that had just survived a vicious battle.

“Where are they?” Long Jingyun looked down at her, his voice icy.

Lin Fan, lying prone on the ground, struggled to lift her head. A smile, mixed with pain and exhaustion yet tinged with a morbid fanaticism, appeared on her face.

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Mimicking the Long Xueqi from her memories, she spoke in a hoarse, intermittent voice, “They’re… all taken care of…”

Long Jingyun’s brow furrowed.

He didn’t doubt her words, but he was displeased with her efficiency.

“Useless.”

He leaped lightly from the treetop, landing steadily on the ground. Without hesitation, he lifted his foot and kicked Lin Fan squarely in the stomach.

Bang!

Lin Fan’s body curled up like a shrimp. The kick sent her rolling backward several times before she came to a stop.

Intense pain shot from her abdomen, instantly spreading through her entire body.

But the next second…

The Tyranny talent activated, instantly converting that excruciating pain into an indescribable…

“Ngh…”

Lin Fan couldn’t help but let out a suppressed whimper, her body even trembling slightly from the sudden sensation.

She fought back the nausea and discomfort, but her face had to show the reaction Long Xueqi was supposed to have.

Lying on the ground, far from showing anger or fear from the kick, she raised her head and looked at Long Jingyun with a look of longing, her scarlet tongue licking the blood from the corner of her mouth.

That expression made it seem as if the kick hadn’t been a punishment, but the highest of rewards!

“Heh.”

Long Jingyun let out a scornful laugh.

He knew it.

This little dog of his was the same as always.

She wouldn’t feel right without a beating.

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He walked over to Lin Fan, his eyes flashing with disgust as he looked at her naked, scar-covered body.

Although he had seen Long Xueqi’s body countless times and knew that her Bloodline prevented her from covering herself with Dragon Scales as easily as a normal member of the Dragon Clan, seeing her so exposed in the open still embarrassed him.

Long Jingyun took a set of clothes from his storage item and threw them at Lin Fan’s face.

It was a black-and-white maid’s dress.

“Put it on,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Don’t embarrass me out here.”

“Yes… Lord Jingyun…”

Lin Fan mumbled incoherently, struggling to her feet to pick up the clothes.

She didn’t look at Long Jingyun, merely keeping her head down as she clumsily pulled the obviously inappropriate maid outfit over her wounded body.

While dressing, her peripheral vision quickly scanned Long Jingyun’s expression.

After confirming that his eyes held only their usual contempt and impatience, with no hint of suspicion, Lin Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The first test was passed.

This body’s “Tyranny” talent was truly a double-edged sword.

Although it allowed her to fight with increasing ferocity in battle, the way it converted pain into satisfaction was just… too twisted.

If her willpower hadn’t been strong enough, she would have actually cried out just now.

“Let’s go.”

Seeing that she was dressed, Long Jingyun paid her no more mind and turned to walk out of the forest.

Lin Fan immediately lowered her head and, mimicking Long Xueqi, followed closely behind him like the most loyal shadow.

One in front of the other, their figures soon vanished into the dense mist.

…

An unknown amount of time passed.

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In the dark cavern, a pained groan broke the dead silence.

Long Yan’s eyelids fluttered violently a few times before snapping open.

Pain.

Heart-wrenching, soul-tearing pain radiated from every part of his body.

A gut-wrenching roar exploded in the depths of the cavern.

The agony and despair contained within that sound threatened to rip the dark space apart.

Long Yan shot up from the ground, his eyes bloodshot. Like a maddened beast, he began to search frantically around the small cavern.

“Ning Shuang!”

“Ning Shuang! Where are you! Answer me!”

His voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows. Every roar tugged at the wounds all over his body, bringing with it a piercing agony.

But he couldn’t feel it at all.

In his world, only that slender, stubborn figure remained.

The woman who had saved him, given him hope, and was now implicated because of him.

The empty cavern only echoed his own voice back at him, mocking him.

Nothing.

There was nothing.

Suddenly, his foot tripped over something.

Long Yan stumbled and looked down.

In his line of sight was a patch of dried, dark green blood.

Beside the bloodstain were scattered some bizarrely shaped, metallic-gleaming tools.

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He didn’t know what they were.

But he could smell it. They carried the same scent as the blood.

Ning Shuang’s scent.

An absurd and terrifying thought, without any warning, struck his mind like a black bolt of lightning.

Long Yan’s body froze instantly.

The blood in his veins felt as if it had solidified in that moment.

Slowly, with an almost sluggish movement, he lowered his head and looked at his own chest.

There, his clothes were torn, and his skin was still stained with mottled blood.

Trembling, he reached out his right hand and, inch by inch, pressed it against his chest.

The moment his fingertips touched his skin…

Voom—!

A majestic, pure, and supremely authoritative Dragon Clan power, one he had never felt before, erupted from the depths of his chest!

The power was so familiar, yet so foreign!

It surged through his withered meridians like a bursting dam!

He could feel it!

He could feel it clearly!

The Dragon Bone that Long Ao had personally dug out of him was back!

No…

This wasn’t his original one