The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 89

That cold phrase, “Everyone must die,” wasn’t a threat—it was like an unbreakable decree.

Around Ning Ning, an invisible force—older and more domineering than the “Song of the Gods”—spread outward like a silent lunar halo.

It was not soothing.

It was domination.

Absolute suppression from the highest level of life itself, beyond question.

The previously raging insect horde, driven mad by psychic suppression, could not even form a thought of resistance before this divine authority. Countless low-level insects froze midair, their bodies gripped by an invisible hand, exploding instantly into globules of green slime that floated silently in the vacuum.

The higher-level, intelligent mutated creatures let out screams of sheer terror. Their massive bodies shook violently as they turned and fled into the depths of space, utterly abandoning any semblance of order.

The swarm collapsed.

More swiftly, more disgracefully than when it had arrived.

But Ning Ning didn’t glance at them once.

All of his world, all his senses, were fixed solely on the half-kneeling, smoke-belching dark-gold mech before him.

He staggered forward and slammed his palm against the scalding metal cockpit door.

The heat burned his skin red, but he didn’t feel a thing.

The pain in his heart already overshadowed everything else.

“Xiao Lin! Xiao Lin, open the door!”

His voice trembled with a sobbing edge he hadn’t even realized, almost on the verge of collapse.

“Say something! Respond to me!”

Click…

A heavy unlocking sound echoed, and the severely deformed cockpit door creaked open just a crack.

Without hesitation, Ning Ning squeezed inside.

Then he saw him.

Inside the cramped cockpit, the pungent stench of blood mixed with burning oil struck his nostrils, making him dizzy.

Xiao Lin was slumped in the pilot’s seat.

The crisp, perfectly pressed uniform he had once carefully ironed was soaked through with blood, now clinging to his body in a dark, wet mess.

Blood seeped from his mouth, nose, and even the corners of his tightly shut eyes.

Ning Ning’s breath caught in that instant.

His heart felt as if gripped by an icy hand and twisted mercilessly, sending tremors through his whole body.

He reached out, fingers shaking, wanting to touch Xiao Lin, yet terrified that the contact might hurt him more. His hand froze midair.

At that moment, the man—seemingly drained of all life—trembled in his eyelashes.

Struggling, inch by inch, he forced his blood-streaked eyes open.

His gaze was unfocused, drifting weakly across the cockpit.

Finally, slowly… it fixed on Ning Ning’s face, written with panic.

Seeing Ning Ning intact before him, all the pain and exhaustion in those dark-gold eyes miraculously faded.

All that remained was… an overwhelming relief, and an extreme gentleness, a satisfaction unparalleled.

This iron-blooded, formidable man, known as the Shield of the Empire, gave him a smile so weak, so fragile, it seemed he could hardly hold it.

“Thank… God…”

He used the last ounce of his strength, his voice barely a whisper.

“You… are okay…”

That single phrase struck Ning Ning like a hammer, utterly shattering every psychological barrier he had built.

Tears spilled uncontrollably, rolling from his purple eyes in large droplets, splashing on the cold metal floor with soft plop, plop sounds.

He threw himself into Xiao Lin’s arms, hugging the blood-soaked man tightly, clumsily, burying his face in the nape of his neck.

Blood smeared across his face, but he didn’t care, as if he could use his own tiny warmth to slow the rapid drain of Xiao Lin’s life.

“I… I like you so much…”

“Xiao Lin, I really like you…”

At his ear, Ning Ning’s voice trembled near collapse, repeating the feelings he had never dared to express before.

For the first time, he spoke his heart so plainly.

Hearing the words etched into his dreams, burned into his soul, all of Xiao Lin’s pain seemed soothed in that moment.

A strength he did not know he had surged within him.

He didn’t wipe the blood from his own face, but gently cupped Ning Ning’s cheek with his rough, calloused fingers, clumsily brushing away droplet after droplet of tears.

Then he took Ning Ning’s icy small hand, lifting it slowly, reverently, to his lips.

He had no strength left to kiss.

Yet with his cracked, blood-streaked lips, he brushed over Ning Ning’s palm and fingers, lightly, again and again, as if to burn the precious treasure into his very bones.

The movement was feather-light, yet possessed a possessiveness and longing that could not be denied.

Warm breath sprayed over Ning Ning’s skin, thick with the smell of blood, yet Ning Ning felt his heart race with heat.

He could feel Xiao Lin’s lips trembling slightly.

Even in such weakness, he greedily confirmed, again and again, Ning Ning’s existence.

Confirmed his treasure was safe, that his god had not fallen.

The kiss, tinged with blood and deathly weakness, overflowed with the most primitive, pure love and the rapture of reunion.

He licked Ning Ning’s fingertips lightly, then the sides, the spaces between fingers, finally the soft palm.

Like a dying wolf, he poured all his remaining energy into marking his one and only treasure with his presence, his scent, his essence.

Ning Ning’s tears flowed harder, his body collapsing in limp surrender.

He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Xiao Lin’s, feeling their shared heat and trembling, noses brushing amidst the strong scent of blood.

He sobbed, voice broken and childish, yet with a commanding, unreasonable insistence:

“You can’t… you can’t die…”

“I like you… did you hear me?”

“So you can’t die… you have to keep liking me…”

Hearing such incoherent, desperate pleas, Xiao Lin’s lips curved into a deeper smile.

Using the last ounce of his strength, he lifted his head slightly and pressed a kiss on Ning Ning’s soft silver hair.

It was a kiss like a vow to a god, and a promise to a lover.

“Okay.”

He whispered.

Then, with the last of his willpower exhausted, his hand slipped weakly from Ning Ning’s palm. His tall body collapsed completely, head tilting as he fell into a deep unconsciousness.

In the cockpit, only Ning Ning remained, clutching him, sobbing in desperation and stubborn devotion.

“Xiao Lin…”

“Xiao Lin…”

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