Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 539

Chapter 539: 207. Old friends used as bait, deep secrets hidden in Sword Village (8.2K characters - large Chapter subscription requested)

Lingtuo Tribe, inside the tent.

"Thirsty..."

Upon waking, Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly felt parched. She got up, rustling as she put on her shoes, and headed to the corner to get water.

Song Yan watched the graceful curves of her petite figure, and got up too, embracing her from behind.

In the quiet night of the prairie, the seemingly extinguished flame inside the small tent ignited once more.

As the fire blazed to the bedding again, Ling Xiaoxiao reached out, only to be pulled back by Song Yan.

"Senior Brother, it’s so hot, I’m about to melt..."

"Senior Brother!"

Ling Xiaoxiao protested coquettishly.

But then, she obediently snuggled closer to Song Yan.

The earth-shaking moments had long settled. The scent of flames carried a slightly raw taste. The two melted together, listening to the whistling wind outside and the distant trickling of water, feeling the chilly solitude of the night.

Ling Xiaoxiao said, "That’s called Yangjiao Lake. Every winter, it freezes over thick enough to skate on, and come spring, we can bring ice blocks back to boil water. The water we drink comes from there... I remember when I was little, sitting on the sleigh pulled by the black wolf of the tribe, sliding swiftly across the ice."

Pillow-talk always meanders whimsically, jumping around.

Song Yan detected the sentiment in her words.

This sentiment actually implies Ling Xiaoxiao’s satisfaction with revisiting her old home and reestablishing her residence here.

She had fought hard outside, battled, struggled; she wanted to explore the broader world. But after decades of trying, lacking ability and opportunity, she returned to this homeland that birthed and nurtured her. Then she decided to spend her remaining days here, growing old with her beloved.

Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly asked, "Do you think what I say sounds rustic and silly?"

Her voice no longer quivered because, in her eyes, Senior Brother was already hers.

Just like this Lingtuo Tribe is her tribe, Yangjiao Lake is her lake, all making her feel at ease.

For the rest of her life, whether blessed or in peril, sick or healthy, she will spend it with the man in front of her, and no one else. This is a profound bond and attachment, lasting lifetimes until death.

Thinking about this made her even happier.

Without a response, Ling Xiaoxiao nudged the man and said, "Senior Brother, isn’t it silly?"

Song Yan shook his head and replied, "Not at all. Such a life is very comfortable... I can already imagine how happy future days will be."

Ling Xiaoxiao sweetly said, "Yes, the soil here is fertile, far from disputes, and there aren’t many Demon Beasts. If there were a great enemy, there’s still the Sword Alliance. The Cultivation Realm is so dangerous..."

While speaking, she paused, her little head drifting elsewhere, so far as to conjure the menacing aura of the red-clad barefoot lady. Then she continued, "It’s lucky you didn’t acknowledge that master. If you did, I feel we’d not even be in the same world."

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