After knocking down five beastly men, the vicious female escaped

Chapter 189 Relief
In the dimly lit temple, a dark shadow flashed by at lightning speed.

Wen Shu bypassed the front hall and finally saw the shimmering golden light in the innermost hall.

She walked quickly closer but did not find Musil. In the empty hall, there was only a high platform covered by an iron cage half a person's height.

The bottom of the cage was locked with an iron lock, which looked very secure, and the tree branch of the divine tree lay quietly inside.

She extended her claws, attempting to pry open the iron lock, but the lock's structure was exceptionally unique; not only could she not pry it open, but she couldn't even cut it!
"No wonder there was no one guarding it..."

Wen Shu picked up the palm-sized lock cylinder, trying to find a way to open it. Suddenly, a cold wind rose from behind, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound!
She quickly raised her claws to defend herself, the claws clashing with a piercing sound. Fine lines appeared between her brows as she recognized the familiar features of her attacker.

It is Prince Yuna.

His cold gray eyes flashed with shock when they met, and he quickly withdrew his attack, "How could it be you?"

The royal family of the empire would read the prophecy book left by Priestess Isa after they came of age.

He knew from a young age that on the eve of the city being sealed off by heavy snow, someone would come to steal the branches and leaves of the sacred tree.

He had made many preparations for this day, but he never expected it would be her.

Shouldn't she be in the garden at this time?
Yuna's gaze fell, sweeping over Wen Shu's loose-fitting, almost floor-length guard uniform. "Where's your skirt...?"

He blushed slightly as he spoke, revealing that his mother intended to introduce females to the beastmen of the royal city tonight and arrange their engagements.

It was too abrupt, and he disagreed. But his mother was too eager; after all, this was the first time in his many years as an adult that he had encountered a female he liked.

Noticing his strange look, Wen Shu had no intention of investigating further or wasting time, and went straight to the point: "Prince Yuna, do you have a key?"

Yuna was in a state of confusion and nodded subconsciously, but before he could speak, a slender, white hand grabbed his collar and pulled him sharply.

He was forced to lower his head, and what came into view were two eyes that shimmered with light. The female in front of him was expressionless, and her full, petal-like lips opened and closed. "Give me the key."

The two weren't very close, but Yuna could almost smell her fragrance just by staring at her face, and his palms were sweating nervously.

"I……"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned his face away somewhat awkwardly, his earlobes stained bright red.

Wen Shu was stunned for a second. There was no magnetic chain around his neck, nor any trace of magnets on his wrists and fingers. Why was the Soul-Capturing Technique not working?

She gripped Yuna's collar, intending to snatch it by force, but before she could act, she felt a warm sensation on her wrist.

Yuna turned around, her face flushed, her gray eyes reflecting her pale face. "Wen Shu, you can't take away the branches and leaves of the divine tree..."

He explained the whole story.

Wen Shu pursed her lips, thinking it was all nonsense. "Pollution can't just disappear on its own."

"The Beast God is asleep, and the Divine Tree has withered. These are facts. Compared to vague prophecies, we have concrete solutions, which are more convincing, aren't they?"

Her gaze shifted subtly, taking in all of Yuna's jewelry before settling on an iron hair clip embroidered with a phoenix.

"Besides, anything is possible with human effort. Even if there is real danger, can't it be resolved?"

She spoke each word clearly, her long, dark eyelashes fluttering with her clear voice, like graceful butterfly wings.

Yuna gazed into her earnest eyes, a wavering stirring within her. Her fingertips touched the key hidden in her sleeve. "What you said makes sense, but..."

He glanced at the iron cage, hesitant for a moment, then a resolute look flashed in his eyes, "I can give it to you, but on one condition."

Wen Shu's tense arms froze at her sides. "What?"

The empty hall was silent for a moment. Musil, who had just finished searching the other side of the temple and turned to this side, heard Yuna's request.

"I want to go with you. After everything is over, you will immediately become my partner."

The black snake stiffened, and when it didn't hear Wen Shu's immediate refusal, it hurriedly straightened its body.

"If Mother finds out you stole the sacred tree's branches, she will never let you off. Only in this way can I protect you." How grandiose!

Musil's deep green eyes swept over Yuna's flushed face, then looked at Wen Shu's tall and straight back.

She seemed to be pondering something and did not immediately refuse.

Just as Musil was wondering, Wen Shu made a move.

She leaned closer to Yuna, shielding his flushed face; from his angle, it looked like an intimate kiss!

Musil's pupils contracted as he stared intently at them, his snake tail slapping the ground impatiently with a crackling sound.

Seeing this scene, his first reaction was to step forward and stop it, but what right did he have to do so?

The taut snake tail stiffened for a moment, then swayed and collapsed. Musil lowered his eyes dejectedly, his dark body seemingly shrouded in dark clouds, even his movements becoming sluggish.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from ahead.

Musier's eyes lit up for a moment as she looked in the direction of Wen Shu. Wen Shu was quickly unlocking the iron lock and was carrying the branches of the divine tree, walking towards the exit.

As she turned the corner in the corridor, she looked down at him and asked, "Musil, what's wrong?"

Her long hair slid down her side, blocking the light, leaving only a few dim rays of light falling on the corners of her gentle eyes.

Musil's black, bean-sized snake eyes froze, his pupils slowly dilating, and he felt a burning sensation in his eye sockets.

Is she concerned about him?

She will still care about him...

The small, black snake was huddled in the corner of the wall, seemingly trying to keep warm, coiled up in a circle, looking rather pitiful.

Wen Shu thought he was injured, so she bent over and activated her supernatural power. As soon as her fingertips touched the cold snake scales, the small snake suddenly stretched and enlarged, instantly transforming back into a tall human figure.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Musil was breathing rapidly, and worried about crushing her, so he only dared to stretch out his arms.

But this embrace made him uneasy, as if the person in his arms could disappear like a gust of wind at any moment.

"Ashu..."

He pressed his palm against Wen Shu's back, slowly touching the bones that covered her flesh, but still felt it wasn't enough.

Finally, when his gaze caught sight of her wet lips in the dim corner, the unspeakable pain in his heart found an outlet.

Sensing his intention, Wen Shu frowned, but before she could break free, a large hand covered the back of her head and brought her to the man's lips.

The cool softness collided with her lips. Musil seemed to be afraid of something, eagerly wanting a response, yet she was also awakened by the pain, timidly clinging to her, refusing to give an inch.

A brief kiss seemed to convey his emotions, through their intertwined breaths, into Wen Shu's warm lips and teeth.

Her green eyes, brimming with tears, were so close that she instinctively clenched her fists, her palms aching from the rough texture of the leaves.

Until a moist, salty taste spread across my lips.

Wen Shu pushed away the chest, glanced at Mu Xier's red nose, and paused for a few seconds, "Mu Xier..."

Her throat tightened, she clutched the robe beneath her hand, unable to bear his gaze, she buried her face in his chest, recalling the terrible emotions she had felt before, and bit his chest hard.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Musil frowned slightly. Gazing at Wen Shu's fluffy hair, his eyes flickered, and a ripple-like line appeared on his lips.

The next chapter will be around 1 a.m., so get some rest, everyone.