Chapter 79: Obsession That Makes One's Head Hurt

  She glanced up at him, then immediately lowered her head again, as if she didn't have the courage to look at him, afraid of seeing him. The determination she had finally made and the strength she had finally mustered would be shattered in an instant.

  She hung her head, biting her lip, and pressed her black hair against him, silently waiting for him to make way.

  She didn't say a word. Ling Han felt a bit stifled in his heart, but the shape of his eyebrows was still cold and detached. "Don't even say goodbye." His slightly raised tone was still half-evil and half-lazy. It seemed that anything was nothing more than a trivial matter to him, as if he didn't care at all.

  He's still the same, always so high and mighty, a cold-blooded and ruthless emperor, isn't he? She'll never be able to get close to him. Leng Xi bit her red lips to prevent herself from crying, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill out. It took her a long time to calm down her emotions before she lifted her head again, a smile plastered on her face, two deep dimples on either side of her cheeks that seemed to hold an intoxicating curve. She thought she was smiling, but didn't realize it looked even uglier than crying. "Goodbye..." She gave him the two words he wanted, then quickly lowered her head and hastily brushed past him.

  In an instant of brushing past, her hand was suddenly grasped by a large palm. Leng Xi raised her head, and her body stiffened abruptly.

  Ling Han's eyes met hers in a fleeting glance, and for that instant, his gaze fell upon her slender white neck, as well as the pure white side of her face and earlobe. He grasped her delicate arm, his fingers tightening ever so slightly before loosening again, as if he had something to say but remained silent.

  The tears she had been suppressing finally rolled down uncontrollably. Ling Creek's heart trembled with fear. She was really, really scared of recalling his tenderness again. Scared that she couldn't bear to part with him. Afraid that her determination would crumble in an instant. Afraid that she would beg him like a pitiful creature. She swallowed hard, trying to suppress her voice, but it still came out hoarse and tearful. "Sorry..." She quickly pulled her hand back and rushed out. Just as she reached the stairs, tears burst forth, flooding her small face.

  Ling Han didn't turn around. His throat was dry and rough. The hand that had just held hers clenched into a fist, as if trying to retain the warmth of her touch. He grasped his hand tightly, holding onto her scent, but her warmth slipped away like water through his fingers, impossible to grasp.

  ……

  Two days later.

  Murong Xiaozi was attacked by Ling Han's palm last time, he moved to another stronghold and took two days to recover normally, nourishing his spirit and sharpening his will, while his hostility towards Ling Han grew deeper.

  "Hmm."

  "You're really disappointing me. Can't even get one thing done when I ask you to."

  Inside a luxurious private room decorated entirely in red, the sound of shattering cups was heard, followed by a low, furious roar.

  "Xiao Ye, don't be angry. I'm doing my best to handle things. Leng Xi has already left Ling Han and is living alone now. You can go find her...” Leng Ni shrank her shoulders in fear of Mu Rong Xiao's furious anger and smiled appeasingly at him.

  "Slap."

  "You're still making excuses. How annoying." Mu Rong Xiao didn't even need to lift a hand. One of his subordinates swiftly slapped Leng Nie's face with a cold and stern expression.

  “Plop” Leng Ni was so scared that she immediately knelt down in front of Murong Xiaoze, her face streaming with tears as she begged, "Master Xiao, please spare me! That day I really didn't intentionally let Ling Han go out. He received a text message and hastily left. I really couldn't stop him."

  "How dare you quibble! I'll kill you!" Murong Xiaozi's subordinates drew their guns.

  That day, Leng Creek was already in Murong Shuang's pocket. The meat that had been obtained flew away. This is more infuriating than looking at a plum to quench thirst. Murong Shuang thought about it and got angry. He angrily sulked for two days, unwilling to give up. But thinking about it, there was no way around it. Ling Han wanted to leave, who could stop him?

  "Whatever." Murong Xiaoze stretched out his hand and pushed the gun in his subordinate's hand, signaling him to put it away. The angry face from earlier also calmed down a lot.

  SMS. A hint of a cold smile hung at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that Leng Qing's woman was seeking help from Ling Han after all. He thought she had really given up on Ling Han and no longer struggled with Murong Xiaozi. But it turned out that she still had Ling Han in her heart.

  The cold tomb hurt her so much, but she still loved him with such persistence and stubbornness. Hehe, how could there be such a woman in the world? While Murong Xiaozi was smiling slyly, he suddenly felt a pang of surprise, and when he thought of that woman's persistence, his heart inexplicably ached for a moment.

  That soft and silky pain flashed through the tip of his heart, only for an instant, but the feeling was truly real, making him grasp it with surprise.

  Leng Xi. What kind of woman is she? She can actually make people's hearts ache uncontrollably just by thinking about her.

  Some people's nature is destined to make one think of them and associate with pain.

  "Master, are you alright?" The subordinate next to Murong Shuoyue saw that he was dazed and lost his spirit, so he reminded him with a call.

  "Spare her for now..." Murong Xiao seemed to have realized his own abnormality as well, and waved his hand.

  "Spare her, but ask for my opinion." A low, icy voice suddenly appeared, like a sharp sword drawn out of its scabbard, piercing through the air with an aura as cold as ice.

  Kneeling on the ground, Lenny's heart suddenly panicked. She raised her head to see that handsome face full of wild and evil charm. She was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, almost fainting.

  Ling Han has arrived. What should she do? What should she do? Nellie was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her hands began to tremble. She didn't know where to hide.

  Murong Xiao's head turned sharply, and he saw Ling Han walking towards him with a king-like stride, his aura icy cold. Behind him followed Lou Shu and Du Shaohui, both exuding the same heroic spirit.

  He frowned warily, noticing that the bodyguards outside were all avoiding eye contact with him. He snorted in annoyance. "A bunch of useless things." When they saw Ling Han, it was as if a mouse had seen a cat, and one by one, they all became turtles hiding in their shells.

  "What do you want." Murong Xiaozi stared at Ling Han with a guarded gaze.

  Ling Han forced a elegant smile on his face, but the curve of it was evil and frightening. "Your dog bit me, you think that's just going to be the end of it?"

  Lenny was trembling all over. Her whole body had shrunk to the edge of the sofa. She wished the sofa base would open a hole for her to crawl into.

  Murong Xiao's lips curled up, and a hint of indifference flashed across the deep blue bottom of his eyes. "It was the dog that bit you, not me. The dog is over there, do with it as you please."

  Du Shaohui got excited. He quickened his pace and walked towards Leng Ni, licking his lips, his hot blood boiling. He loved thrilling things the most. Now this was going to be fun.

  Looking at Du Shaohui's eyes that were emitting a fiery glow, Leng Ni suddenly became flustered and her whole body went soft. She crawled to Ling Han's front, her eyes streaming with tears as she begged in a hoarse voice: "It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me... I was also forced into this... Don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

  Ling Han was furious. Before Nellie could finish speaking, his leather shoe came down on her hand and twisted violently on the ground. Nellie let out a blood-curdling scream.

  Murong Xiao frowned slightly.

  Du Shaohui rubbed his nose and shook his head, regretting Connie's foolishness. Alas, a brainless woman, why provoke Ling Han? Why ask for trouble from him? Now she'll die an even more miserable death. If only she had asked Du Shaohui, her corpse might have looked a bit better. Who told her to deliver herself into Ling Han's hands? Foolish.

  "Ka-ching" three times, two down. Leng Ni's finger bones were trampled and broken. She was in so much pain that she almost fainted. But she wanted to live. She couldn't die or faint. She struggled to prop herself up, sweating profusely and begging for mercy. "Ling Han, spare me! I won't dare again, I won't dare again... Have mercy on me because I'm your woman... Ah."

  Ling Han continued to press down, increasing his strength, almost crippling Leng Ni's hand.

  "...if I die, Xi'er will be heartbroken and cry to death. I am her sister. Even if our relationship is not good in daily life, we are still relatives. She is the one who pitied me the most and helped me find a job. When my mood was bad, she always comforted me. If I die, she will be heartbroken to death. Do you want to see Xi'er get depression and die?" Leng Ni suddenly changed her strategy, panting and saying it all in one breath.

  His eyebrows and eyes paused for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, he saw Leng Qing's crying face with her red lips bitten in front of him. His heart skipped a beat, and his feet relaxed involuntarily.

  That woman is probably going to cry herself to death...

  "It's not right to start a massacre without even waiting for me to arrive on the scene."

  Just as he was about to pause for a moment in the cold tomb, a thick and powerful voice like an eagle's cry echoed from behind him, accumulating the strength of years of sedimentation.

  "Uncle. You came without even notifying me. I should have gone to pick you up." Murong Xiaozi looked at Ling Han's back, his face filled with respect as he welcomed him.

  The tall and sturdy middle-aged man with a majestic presence like a pine tree walked steadily to Ling Han's front, his eagle-like eyes staring at him.

  The leader of the Crazy Dragon organization, Leng Dao. The profound and sharp eyes of Ling Han also met Leng Dao's gaze, not losing any momentum.

  Leng Dao is Murong Shuang's adoptive father. Ling Han slightly narrowed his eyes, silently analyzing the current situation.

  Murong Xiaozi also has a certain strong strength on the road. He thought Murong Xiaozi was relying on his own power to contend with him, but he didn't expect that behind him there was the background of the Crazy Dragon organization.

  No wonder Murong Xiao has been able to rise up so quickly all these years, no matter how many times he was defeated. It turns out that relying on the mountain is so powerful.

  No wonder. Two days ago, the wine he drank at Lingtian Hotel was tampered with and he didn't notice it. It turned out that Lengdao was helping Murong Shuoxiao.

  Lengdao is a formidable character. Once he makes his move, it's hard to detect him when he's not on guard. Things seem to be getting more and more complicated. Linghan quickly analyzed the situation in her mind and came to a conclusion.

  "I heard this woman is called Leng Ni. It turns out we share the same surname. Considering we're both in a foreign land and can still meet fellow villagers, Leng Han, show me some mercy and spare her life." Cold Blade looked at Leng Ni who was trembling with pain on the ground, raised an eyebrow, and asked Leng Han.

  Ling Han didn't respond. He elegantly adjusted his suit sleeves, a faint smile playing on the corners of his lips. Leng Ni's heart felt a chill as she watched, her anxiety spiking. She really didn't want to die... especially not at Ling Han's hands...