WTNL Chapter 244

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Changsheng Building
Chapter 244: Fighting

Fourth Floor of Changsheng Building.

Staring at the fiery arrow directly in front of her, Orange Candy’s gaze flickered slightly for a rare moment, but she still bluntly said:

“She’s dead.”

“…?!”

Su Cheng’s pupils contracted, revealing a look of horror. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, “Impossible!”

“Although these words might have lost their meaning now, her death was not something I wanted to see.”

Orange Candy said.

On the third floor, the seemingly weak anchor played a role that even the battle-hardened Orange Candy hadn’t anticipated. After thoroughly understanding the ins and outs of the third painting with her teammates, she had to admit that without her, their small team would have had a hard time surviving on the third floor.

Orange Candy admired the strong.

No matter if she was the prophet they were looking for according to their mission, and regardless of whether they were on the same side.

Even if she had to mercilessly kill her next, that admiration wouldn’t change.

Unfortunately, one bad apple spoils the whole bunch.

It no longer mattered whether that guy was the one or not.

After all, besides taking Mu Sen out of the instance, Orange Candy was no longer planning to fulfill the contract with the Oracle.

Being unscrupulous can be forgiven.

To survive, to stay alive, one naturally has to use every means possible. Orange Candy agreed with this point and did not oppose it.

But the premise is that this “unscrupulousness” cannot be against a teammate who just saved your life, resolved a crisis, and did not show any hostility.

Orange Candy and her team specialized in team instances. According to her code of conduct, the value of the team far exceeded that of any individual. Team cooperation and the team’s victory or defeat were far more important than personal grudges.

Betraying a teammate is unforgivable.

Mu Sen’s sneaky backstabbing precisely tread on her most sensitive nerve.

“Impossible…!”

Su Cheng gritted his teeth and repeated, his eyes reddened not from sadness but from intense anger.

“If possible, I would also like to hand over the culprit who caused all this to you. But unfortunately, I still have a bit of contractual spirit left,” Orange Candy shrugged and said, “No, there’s one thing you can rest assured of: our cooperation with the Oracle is over. I will no longer take action against you.”

“Take action?”

Su Cheng suddenly laughed, “There’s something you might have misunderstood.”

“This is no longer about whether you take action against us or not.”

Su Cheng said, stepping back slowly.

Behind him appeared three other small teams, each exuding a murderous aura, their gazes filled with hostility.

“There are a total of four shops on the fourth floor, but including you, there are five teams in total,” Su Cheng said slowly from his high position, “Unfortunately, you happen to be the most threatening one.”

“This is not about whether you take action against us,” Su Cheng stared at the team in front of him and said slowly, “but whether you can survive our joint attack.”

“…”

Orange Candy’s gaze slowly swept across the teams in front of her, the corners of her mouth curling up into a smile: “Ha, haha.”

“Hahahahaha!!!”

She suddenly laughed joyfully.

“Good, very good!” Orange Candy’s face showed a crazed, joyful smile, “This foolish Changsheng Building, all it had was annoying puzzles and no essence of team battles at all. Finally, there’s some fun…”

“Come on, let’s have a good fight!”

*

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Although he couldn’t see with his eyes, Wen Jianyan could clearly sense the sudden change in the air.

In the midst of dead silence, the cold, dark air seemed to cut through the skin. The paper sedan swayed, and the hurried and stiff footsteps of the paper figures outside should have been terrifying. But in the narrow space inside, there was a more dangerous presence, almost completely suppressing the external horror, leaving Wen Jianyan no time to worry.

His limbs were confined, his movements restricted.

His back was pressed against the inner wall of the sedan, causing a faint pain. In front of him was another male body, heavy as a mountain and cold as ice.

It did not belong to a human, yet it had a human outline and appearance.

With the distance reduced to nearly zero, Wen Jianyan became more acutely aware of what kind of existence the man in front of him was.

Despite having a human outline, appearance, and body, the chest against his did not rise and fall. Even so close, there was no sound of a heartbeat. The only thing present was that evil and dark aura, almost tangible, filling the cramped space, like an invisible rope tightening around his throat—

Under the threat of suffocation, Wen Jianyan was forced to tilt his head back, breathing rapidly in the constrained and suppressed position.

The veil on his head was askew, almost completely uncovering the lower half of his face.

…Being watched.

With his eyes covered, in the complete visual darkness, his other senses became extraordinarily sharp. Wen Jianyan realized that a strong presence was staring at him from a very close distance…

Like an emotionless observation, or a desire-filled hunt, bringing an extraordinary sense of fear.

Like prey being targeted in the dark, his hair stood on end.

Cold air rushed into his throat. Under the suppressed suffocation and physiological fear, Wen Jianyan couldn’t control his quickening breaths.

The next second, cold fingers landed on his face.

The unexpected skin contact made Wen Jianyan shudder involuntarily, his breathing becoming slightly erratic.

The rough, cold fingertips slowly and unhurriedly touched his cheek, caressing along the edge of his jaw, gently lifting a corner of the askew veil on his face.

Unlike previous times, this touch had no punitive intent and was not painful. On the contrary, it was almost gentle—

But that was just on the surface.

Because the touch was so gentle, it added a deeper, more terrifying meaning, like a python slowly tightening its body, wrapping around him.

Being touched in this way, Wen Jianyan felt a chill down his spine and was filled with dread.

He had a bad premonition…

The intuition honed on the edge of life and death was screaming. The cold feeling climbed up his spine, bringing a sensation like being pricked by needles.

He knew he had to do something, otherwise, what would happen next might completely spiral out of control—

“You—”

In his vision, those moist lips opened and closed.

Wu Zhu frowned.

…That annoying mouth.

It always uttered cunning, sophistic, suggestive, and provocative sentences. Some were true, some were lies, but whether true or false, every sentence was useful, full of hidden meanings. The smooth and slick characters rolled off the tongue, seemingly carrying a strange magic, always able to inexplicably shift concepts, manipulate emotions, and even influence the development of events and the course of the future.

Never obedient, never tamed.

Even when occasionally spitting out a few pleasing words, they always carried a deeper purpose, a bolder provocation.

“You said there’s another way to go upstairs…” Wen Jianyan said in a curious, seemingly oblivious tone, “Is it to the fourth floor, and then proceeding to the fifth floor according to the instance’s progress?”

Wen Jianyan never reveres gods.

This contempt and fearlessness come from within, ingrained in his bones, rarely noticed even by himself.

Since their cooperation began, Wen Jianyan seldom used honorifics… only when he was trying to deceive someone or achieve a certain goal would he habitually pick up a respectful, distant, humble title, lowering his posture while looking for an opportunity to escape.

Under the lifted veil, the young man’s lips moved, his white teeth barely visible, with his tongue flicking faintly.

…that annoying, eloquent tongue.

Wu Zhu recalled, in a previous instance, before he marked the other party, he had thrust his fingers into the other’s mouth, stirring and kneading, feeling the texture.

Something heated up deep within his cold body.

He squinted his golden, beast-like eyes, and a hot, terrifying temperature ignited deep in his metallic gaze.

“But if we don’t go back now, and the road from the third floor to the fourth floor closes—”

Wen Jianyan continued speaking, but Wu Zhu was no longer listening.

He had no interest in what humans wanted to say.

So noisy, so cunning.

How to make him shut up.

The thought had barely surfaced in Wu Zhu’s mind when he immediately acted on it. He leaned down and made Wen Jianyan close his mouth.

“!!!”

In the darkness, Wen Jianyan’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Sharp canine teeth bit down on his lower lip heavily, cold, blood-tinged lips pressing tightly.

It was a kiss that felt more like a bite.

No… it didn’t feel like a kiss.

More than a kiss filled with tenderness and love between lovers, it felt like a hunt filled with desire and aggression, as if the other party wanted to devour him completely in this way.

The pain was intense.

Wu Zhu’s movements were chaotic and inexperienced. He used his sharp teeth to gnaw at Wen Jianyan’s lower lip, with nothing but joyous and greedy plundering. He licked and bit his prey as he pleased, sucking saliva and blood, greedily getting closer, as if craving more from it, but not knowing how, merely repeating the process.

“Mmmph—”

A strong sense of danger rose from his spine, shooting through his limbs like an electric current. Instinctively wanting to escape, but his limbs were restrained, unable to move an inch.

Wen Jianyan’s vision blurred, his head spinning, but he could clearly feel the body pressing tightly against him, the cold fingers wrapped around his neck, rubbing slowly against the throbbing artery, with a possessiveness and lust that even Wu Zhu himself had not yet realized.

His chin was forced up, saliva spilling from the corner of his lips, sliding down his chin. Amidst the suffocation, broken, chaotic whimpers escaped his throat.

Damn…

Fragments of thoughts flashed through Wen Jianyan’s mind.

He hadn’t expected Wu Zhu to catch on so quickly.

Though the other party might not fully understand these feelings and desires yet, now that the precedent was set, future trouble was inevitable, like a dike about to burst before a flood. Once the gates opened, it would be hard to close them again.

Moreover… there was one other very important thing…

Wu Zhu, this guy.

His kissing skills were really bad!!!!

Wen Jianyan, feeling suffocating, could only let the other party recklessly lick and bite at his lips, teeth scraping against his lips, bringing a slight stinging pain.

In the chaos, he almost felt like he was kissing a wild beast.

Sharp teeth, with the desire for blood and food, as if wanting to “eat” him in a literal sense.

Compared to the previous two kisses he had led with ease, this kiss was chaotic, primal, and rough, entirely novice-level, without any experience!

It was uncomfortable and only uncomfortable.

Embarrassing!

In the midst of the chaos, Wen Jianyan struggled to raise his hand, pressing it against the other party’s chest, then suddenly pushed with all his might, creating some distance—

Gasping for breath, he angrily asked:

“Do you even know how to do it?”

“…?”

Wu Zhu, pushed back slightly, his golden eyes dazed and flickering, the calm expression gone, still savoring his lips, seemingly not fully recovered from the recent chaos.

Wen Jianyan, with a hoarse voice and reddened eyes, grabbed the other party’s collar viciously:

“If you don’t know how, let someone who does.”

Stop biting aimlessly!

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