The snowstorm was bone-chillingly cold, and the raging wind felt like blades cutting into one’s skin. Yet Xiao Jin seemed oblivious, clutching tightly the lifeless figure in his arms, kissing her cheeks randomly, his lips mixed with tears, salty and wet, murmuring hoarsely over and over, "Tangtang..."
"Don’t scare me."
"You’re just asleep, aren’t you?"
His chest was burning hot like a furnace, trying to pass his warmth to the female, to melt her stiff, cold body.
Gradually, his voice choked with sobs, "...Tangtang, stop sleeping, wake up."
"I... I’ll take you back."
But no matter what he said or how he pleaded, the person in his arms remained unresponsive.
Xiao Jin’s heart felt as if pierced by a thousand knives, blood spurting out, extinguishing hope.
His trembling hand tightly clasped the back of Shen Tang’s head, pressing her firmly against his chest, tears flooding even more, large, hot droplets rolling down his straight nose, landing in her hair.
He momentarily lost all his strength.
Xiao Jin collapsed into the snow, tightly embracing the female in his arms, letting out a painful, shattered howl.
"Ah!"
Xiao Jin had lived a life that wasn’t smooth. He was raised in the slums, frequently beaten to within an inch of his life, yet never made a sound.
On the battlefield, facing life and death countless times, he had shed nearly all his blood and sweat, yet never shed a single tear.
Even when he was exiled to contaminated lands with a final verdict, losing all previous glory, all he thought about was making a comeback—it wasn’t a big deal.
Having lived this long, it was the first time Xiao Jin cried so uncontrollably, heartache unbearable, spasms in pain, suffocating sorrow.
The only thing he felt fortunate for in this life was meeting Shen Tang and having someone he truly wanted to protect. But why did it turn out like this?
If trading his life could awaken her, he would gladly exchange it for hers.
Xiao Jin buried his head in Shen Tang’s damp hair, holding her despairingly.
He didn’t know how long he held her until frost and snow covered them again, and his stiff body regained feeling, shaking off the clinging snow.
Xiao Jin cradled Shen Tang, rising from the snow, moving forward.
The sound of chaotic footsteps came from behind.
Thousands of pursuers approached, surrounding the pair.
Among them were two or three deserters, who had seen Xiao Jin’s figure hanging on the city gate, and now seeing him alive again, they looked shocked as if they’d seen a ghost, "Wasn’t this panther’s limbs chopped off and was he dead? How is he still standing here alive?"
"How can a dead person resurrect, stop spouting nonsense at the gate!"
"Take these two fugitives back, there’s a big reward!"
The rebel army at the city gate had been slaughtered completely; these pursuers, summoned from elsewhere, were unaware of what happened.
Zaxxis returned heavily wounded, issuing a warrant that they must capture the pair dead or alive!
The leading rebel commander shouted furiously,
"You two scumbags won’t escape today!"
"Kill them, avenge our brothers!"
Xiao Jin’s stiff fingers twitched slightly, looking up at the incoming pursuers.
His gaze was blood-red, icy and dead, which made all hearts tremble, instinctively retreating.
But this panther was only a Beastman at the peak of Eighth Rank while the leading commander was a Ninth Rank Beastman. There were several Deputy Generals at the Peak of Eighth Rank; killing him would be easy!
"Damn, facing death he’s still putting on this act, scaring whom? Get him!"
The leading commander roared, transforming into a Ninth Rank Lion Beast, leading the charge.
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