Chapter 589: Chapter 546: Your Majesty, What a Joke_2

How come it sounds like you’re preparing to eat roast whole lamb.

Fei Yan frowned and said, “Hurry—”

“Ah!” Before she could finish her sentence, a sharp, purple-black Tusk unexpectedly tore open a wound on her back.

Excruciating pain and venom rapidly injected into her body, the gushing wound quickly turned black and red, the poisonous gas was chilling, the blood festering, and the wound looked as ghastly as a centipede crawling over, exceptionally terrifying.

Caught off guard, Fei Yan couldn’t suppress a cry of pain, her face turning deathly pale as she bit her lips, drawing strands of fresh blood.

Baili An raised his hand, watching the black Blood Pearl drip slowly from the tip of the Tusk. He raised an eyebrow and said, “The scream sounds good, at least it makes you look more like a normal person.”

Fei Yan clenched her teeth in hatred, too pain-stricken to argue with him. Her shoulders trembled, her teeth chattering, “Continue…”

No need for her further words, Baili An’s movements didn’t stop, every small or large wound on her back was precisely, fiercely picked open by him without a slightest tremor.

As he worked, his pitch-black eyes slightly turned, his fair face speckled with dots of blood, which made his handsome and clean face appear even more tragic.

A drop of fresh blood just splashed on the corner of his mouth; he dabbed at the blood with his tongue, easily tasting the horrifying venom in the blood, unsure if Fei Yan, now poisoned and injured, would withstand it.

He didn’t stop his movements, continuing to slice open one wound after another, his voice calm, “Why not let Hong Zhuang do this for you?”

Fei Yan felt pain like death, almost passing out, but she knew losing consciousness now would mean never waking up again. Baili An was talking to her, wanting to keep her conscious.

Her voice was low, almost self-mocking, “Although I utterly despise her, I understand her temperament very well. She values me greatly. If she were to do it, could she be as calm and decisive as you, cutting through the chaos? The more she hesitates, the more likely mistakes will occur, naturally magnifying my pain tenfold.” Her tone seemed complimentary but was actually sarcastic.

“Hmm…” A deep wound connecting to her muscles and bones was picked open. Fei Yan couldn’t help but let out a painful moan, her body powerless as she collapsed onto the Shu Embroidery on the desk.

Soon, the wounds on her back were all torn open, looking as if mauled by a beast’s Tusk.

Baili An pressed the tip of the Tusk against a pearl embedded between her hip bones, continuing without looking up, “You might utterly despise her, but in the end, you sent her away to protect her.”

Fei Yan let out a mocking laugh, “It turns out, in your mind, I am such a gentle person. I’m a bit flattered.”

Baili An shook his head and said, “In today’s situation, you had no full assurance of surviving. If exposed, Hong Zhuang would also likely die at the hands of the Demon Lord’s fury within this Chao Mu Hall.”

Fei Yan clearly didn’t want to engage in such a pointless discussion; she urged in a pressing tone, “The Demon Lord is coming soon, hurry and destroy that pearl.”

“Given your severe injuries, it’s already a miracle that you can survive. If you take on the venom and destroy the pearl in that moment, the destructive power of Shemo Li will remain forever within you. By then, you’ll find death more fortunate than being alive.”

Because no one can endure such agony.

Fei Yan finally couldn’t bear it and harshly glared back at him, her eyes moist from the pain, looking somewhat pitiable.

But even so, it could not hide the calm and fearlessness in her gaze.

Reflecting on such a gaze, Baili An said no more, pressed his palm hard, and drove the Tusk further in.

This moment was undoubtedly extremely painful.

Dark red blood poured out. Fei Yan suddenly clutched the Shu Embroidery on the desk, her fingers pale.

Yet this time, no sound came from her lips, her eyes black and lost, eerily calm as she lay faceless and pale on the table, almost resembling a ghost.

The tip of the Tusk was still deeply buried in her grotesquely wounded back, fragments of the pearl still lodged in her blood bones.

Baili An’s eyelids twitched, his eyes darkening a bit, he remained silent as he dug out those blood-stained fragments, his movements very fast.

After cleaning, just as he was about to pull out the Tusk, a cold hand soaked in sweat suddenly grasped Baili An’s wrist.

Fei Yan firmly grasped his hand, yanking it outward, the deeply embedded Tusk abruptly slashing a huge wound across her back spine.

Skin and flesh rolled back, horribly ghastly!

This woman was truly ruthless. In order to cover up the bloody wound caused by Shemo Li, she really went through with it.

Under Baili An’s peculiar gaze, after she finished, her hand suddenly weakened, her face ashen, her head limply tilting to one side, resembling a fish about to die of thirst, barely looking alive.

With her life greatly reduced, it was hard to imagine how she would deal with the Demon Lord next.

With Baili An’s help, a layer of medicine that hardly helped her wounds was applied, wrapped with a bandage, and she changed into clean clothes, tidying up the blood-stained garments.

Fei Yan, trembling, poured a cup of cold tea and splashed it entirely on her face.

…

The night was cool, the rain fell under the eaves, the brightness like water.

The Demon Lord soon brought people to search the Chao Mu Hall; she glanced lightly at the woman sitting at the elegant desk making tea in the rain, her gaze as still as a deep pool, “Now, with the Capital amidst stormy weather, River Lord indeed has the leisure.”