Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 222 – I, Long Yan, Will Never Let Her Down in This Life

Soft, warm, and with a faint, sweet fragrance.

Long Yan’s consciousness slowly surfaced from the boundless darkness. The first sense to return was touch.

He felt as if he were lying on the softest of clouds. Something was resting on his chest—light, soft, and rising and falling with a steady rhythm of breath.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids. The first thing that came into view was a cascade of golden hair.

A girl was curled up like a kitten, sleeping soundly on top of him. Her delicate, small profile was pressed against his chest, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings—peaceful and beautiful.

Where… is this?

Who am I?

The Swamp of Death… the golden divine dragon… the dark-gold giant dragon… the world-destroying pillar of light…

Fragments of broken memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave, and Long Yan’s pupils constricted abruptly!

He remembered!

He had fought a life-or-death battle with Long Jingyun in the Swamp of Death, only to be grievously wounded by that terrifying eighth-level fallen demonic dragon!

It was… it was her…

Long Yan’s gaze fell upon the girl’s face, which matched the one in his memory.

It was this girl, named Long Wu, who had, at the final moment, pierced Long Jingyun’s heart with a single claw. She had also claimed to be Ning Shuang’s sister.

It was also she who had saved his life by claiming he was her man in front of that terrifying peak seventh-level expert.

Long Yan’s body suddenly stiffened. Only then did he realize that his injuries… were already seventy or eighty percent healed!

The majestic ancient divine dragon Bloodline within him was even purer and more powerful than before!

His chest heaved violently, waking the sleeping girl on top of him.

Lin Fan raised her head, her eyes still heavy with sleep. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

When she saw Long Yan’s golden eyes, wide as bronze bells, she froze for a moment. Then, a sly, mischievous smirk slowly bloomed on her lips.

“Oh my.”

She leisurely climbed off Long Yan, then deliberately puffed out her own budding, yet still considerable, chest. In a lazy tone laced with a hint of teasing, she spoke.

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“What’s wrong, Brother Long Yan?”

“You’re awake?”

“You have to take responsibility for me, you know. After all… I’m your woman now.”

Her cloyingly sweet tone, paired with that innocent and pure face, was devastatingly effective.

Long Yan’s cheeks instantly flushed red.

He knew, of course, that the girl had only said that in front of her father to save his life.

But… but in broad daylight, a man and a woman alone in a room, and her spouting such shameless words…

Even with Long Yan’s rock-solid composure, he found it a bit much to handle.

“You…” He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn’t know where to begin. In the end, he could only squeeze out two words through gritted teeth, “Thank you.”

“Just saying ‘thank you’ won’t do.”

Lin Fan leaned against the bed, smiling at him, her golden eyes twinkling with wicked amusement.

“You’ve already gotten me pregnant. If my dad asks in the future, what should we name our child? How about Long Ao Tian? So domineering!”

Long Yan’s face instantly went from red to the color of pig’s liver.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the absurd feeling in his heart. His gaze became incredibly sharp as he stared intently at Lin Fan.

“Who exactly are you?”

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unyielding finality that permitted no argument.

“You said you’re Ning Shuang’s sister. Ning Shuang… where is she right now?”

“And how can you prove you’re connected to Ning Shuang?”

A series of questions shot out like a string of firecrackers. This was what he cared about most right now, and the only thing he cared about.

“Hmm…”

Lin Fan tilted her head, seemingly in serious thought.

She didn’t answer directly. Instead, she slowly extended a leg.

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It was a flawless, long leg, wrapped in black silk stockings.

In the dim room, the black fabric and fair skin created a stark contrast, exuding a fatal allure.

Lin Fan’s foot, gently and with a hint of provocation, began to slowly rub against Long Yan’s firm calf.

“Hiss…”

Long Yan sucked in a sharp breath, his body instantly tensing as if struck by an electric current.

A strange, tingling numbness shot up from his ankle and spread throughout his entire body in an instant.

“What… what are you doing!” he roared in a low voice, a mix of anger and embarrassment.

The smile on Lin Fan’s face grew even more playful.

She didn’t retract her foot. Instead, she doubled down, her toes tracing a path up his calf, lightly drawing circles on his knee.

Her voice was like a devil’s whisper, laced with a bewitching charm.

“Don’t get so excited, Brother Long Yan.”

“I just wanted to ask you…”

“Besides Ning Shuang, have you ever seen anyone else wear this kind of stocking?”

That single sentence made Long Yan freeze completely.

Stockings…

His gaze uncontrollably fell upon the foot currently making mischief on his leg.

That silky, taut, black fabric with its peculiar sheen…

With a roar in his mind, an image surfaced in Long Yan’s memory.

It was from the darkest day of his life.

In the Slave Market of Azurewood City, he had been chained like a dog, suffering endless humiliation.

Just then, a woman in a straw hat had appeared.

It was Ning Shuang!

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The black stockings she wore that day when she went to the City Lord’s mansion to see Hu Lie!

That unique fabric, that distinctive style—besides Ning Shuang, he had never in his life seen them on a second person!

But now…

Long Yan’s gaze shifted back and forth between the legs in the black stockings and the face that belonged to “Long Wu.”

“You… these stockings…” Long Yan’s voice was a little dry.

“Look familiar?” Lin Fan retracted her foot.

Seeing his stunned, speechless expression, she chuckled inwardly.

This “proof by token” trick really worked.

“Who do you think told Su Xiaoxiao that Long Jingyun was in Border Dragon City? And who helped Ning Shuang transplant her Dragon Bone into you?”

Lin Fan dropped a second bombshell.

“I was just looking to catch up with Ning Shuang that day when I happened to run into Long Jingyun hunting her down. By the time I found you two, you were already lying on the ground like a dead dog. Even on the brink of death herself, Ning Shuang was crying and begging me to transplant her Dragon Bone into you.”

Long Yan’s pupils shrank violently.

He had been wondering how Ning Shuang, who was also severely injured at the time, could have escaped Long Jingyun’s pursuit after transplanting her Dragon Bone into him.

And Su Xiaoxiao!

He remembered now. Back in Azurewood City, that Fox Clan Girl, Su Xiaoxiao, had told him herself that Ning Shuang wasn’t dead, just that she had gone somewhere far away, and that he should go to Border Dragon City to find Long Jingyun!

So… all of this had been arranged by the girl in front of him!

The defenses in Long Yan’s heart completely crumbled.

Slowly, he began to believe what the girl before him was saying.

“Then… Ning Shuang… where is she?” he asked urgently, a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

“I’ve hidden her in a very safe place.”

“Ning Shuang… she asked me to tell you something.”

“She said, this Dragon Bone is the biggest gamble of her life.”

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Lin Fan looked directly into Long Yan’s eyes and said, word by word.

“She’s betting that you, Long Yan, are not someone who will remain in the shallows.”

“She’s betting that you, Long Yan, will one day be able to shatter this injustice and slaughter all those high-and-mighty pure-blood bastards!”

“She won’t see you now because she doesn’t want to become your weakness.”

“She said, when you one day stand at the pinnacle of this world…”

“Then, you can go and bring her home.”

Boom!

It was as if a clap of thunder had exploded in Long Yan’s mind.

Not someone who will remain in the shallows.

Shatter this injustice.

Pinnacle of this world.

Every word was like a raging fire, igniting the long-dormant ancient divine dragon Bloodline within him.

Guilt, self-blame, and pain all transformed in that instant into the purest, most ferocious will to fight.

He slowly stood up.

A terrifying aura erupted from his body—the majesty of a king, the resolve of an avenger.

“I understand.”

Long Yan’s voice no longer trembled. Instead, it was frighteningly calm.

He turned to face the north, the direction of the Dragon Clan’s ancestral lands.

“I, Long Yan, will never fail her in this life.”

“I will become the strongest in this world.”

“I will… bring her home.”