Chapter 1: Falling into the Arms of a Blood Man

ge of the plane itselfNothing!This is what! Don't tell me the just-passed life-or-death situation was a dream, there's no way it could be so clear and realistic!Sniff.Where's the fishy smell coming fr...A raging wind howled, churning up colossal waves. A thick, oppressive blanket of darkness descended from the sky. Above the clouds, thunder roared, and a deafening crack split the gloom as lightning, like a writhing serpent, savagely tore through the darkened heavens.

Boom!

Wow!

Howl!

This is a death knell! The power of nature is on full display at this moment.

On the sea, a giant whirlpool like a monstrous maw gaped wide, threatening to swallow everything in its path. The raging wind and waves tore at the powerless small aircraft trying desperately to flee.

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.

"You damn bastards! You incompetent fools! You said the plane was modified, what a load of crap! What kind of wings are these They'd break in a gale! Are they made of paper! You knew I was coming here to explore the Bermuda Triangle and you gave me this junk! If I survive this, I swear on my life, I'll have your heads! "

"Ahhh! Damn it, I'm not done living yet!" Her shriek was torn apart by the gale. Lou Qi cursed inwardly, "This is the end for me!"

The crippled plane dove toward the vortex. The vortex's endless suction seemed to mock the little plane's audacity. With a boom, torrential rain lashed down, like the final straw on the plane. Pulled by the vortex above and crushed by the weight of the rain below, the plane spun a few times before being swallowed whole. In the vast blue sky that resembled inky seawater, it tossed about for a moment before vanishing without a trace.

The Bermuda Triangle, as expected, lives up to its name.

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"Thump!"

Lou Qi only felt like his internal organs had been dislocated, the pain making him want to curse at the heavens.

But years of habit allowed me to notice something was wrong at first glance.

Silence, an eerie silence that pressed in on all sides. Wasn't I swept up in the terrifying maelstrom of the god-sea Where was the endless, azure ocean The howling winds and torrential rain What about the wreckage of the plane itself

Nothing!

This is what! Don't tell me the just-passed life-or-death situation was a dream, there's no way it could be so clear and realistic!

Sniff.

Where's the fishy smell coming from

What a strong fishy smell!

Lou Qi suddenly opened his eyes. A chest appeared before him, but it was covered in jewels, crimson ones that popped out like stars, then flowed together like water, only to have new ones appear. His hands were pressed against the two sides of that chest.

What the heck!

Lou Qi wanted to retreat quickly, but his waist was held tightly, preventing him from moving. His gaze flew upwards rapidly, landing on a strong jawline first, then a thin, pursed lip, a handsome nose bridge, and finally, a pair of eyes that met his.

His icy eyes held a glint of both inquiry and menace.

Lou Qi had never seen such eyes before, like those of a hell king. The coldness and killing intent in his eyes could almost freeze people to death.

But, that's not the most important thing!

"Damn!!!" Lou Qi's eyeballs almost popped out!

Red eyes! It's red eyes! What kind of monster is this Or did it get sick!

The iron arm around his waist suddenly contracted, as if trying to pull the ground into its embrace. Lou Qi had reached a state of absolute might, the kind that belonged to a man! But screw it, he used to be able to stand undefeated against ten burly men in a one-on-one fight. Who could tell him why he was now struggling against the hold of just one man Damn it!

"The Inferno glared at those eyes, snarling, "Hey, Red-Eyed One, let go!"

Those eerie eyes suddenly widened, and a crimson gush flowed out, then slowly slid down along the corners of his eyes. The two lines of tears mingled with all the beads on his face and fell.

Lou Qi took a sharp breath, his breathing suddenly becoming erratic. "Ahhhh, what kind of person is this! It's so damn eerie!" "You..."

Suddenly, a figure flashed beside them. The newcomer saw the scene before them and was immediately furious.

"Master! You dare, you wretch, to touch my master! I'll kill you!" With a furious roar, the man moved with lightning speed, grabbing at Lou Qi's shoulder. His grip was so tight that Lou Qi winced in pain.

"Hawk, let go."

A low voice suddenly rang out, causing the hawk man to stiffen. "Master, can you speak" The voice was filled with astonishment, trembling with disbelief. But his hand on Lou Qi's shoulder instantly loosened.

Absolute obedience.

"Help me up."

The eagle immediately obeyed, but moved with such gentleness as if he were lifting a fragile porcelain vase. Lou Qi stared wide-eyed, only then realizing that he had been lying on this person just moments ago, and the eagle had propped him up, his hand still holding onto him, pulling him up along with himself.

The posture is very strange...

A person sat on the ground, another sitting on top of him. His waist was locked by a pair of iron arms, held securely in their embrace. He had nothing covering his body, completely exposed. Two round orbs pressed tightly against his blood-stained chest. Only then did he realize how strong the other was; because in their embrace, he seemed so small. His face only reached the other's shoulder.

The man came closer, with a flick of his hand he moved it to his chest and pressed it in. He was only wearing a white robe that had already been stained red.

So thug!

Lou Qi is very angry.

"I'll bite you to pieces! Let me go!" Her voice was gritted with fury. If she weren't worried about soiling her teeth, she would have bared them—sharp, white incisors ready to sink into his throat! She had been terrified, yes, but something strange happened when he spoke. Two simple sentences and all fear vanished like smoke in the wind. There was a power in his voice that felt...different. It wasn't something she would expect from a monster.

But not a monster, but a hooligan!

The eagle was terrified.

"Master…"

"Hawk." A low voice, laced with surprise. "Hold on, I'm not hurt."

The moon is very clear and bright.

In the desolate mountains, three people remained silent together.

Lou Qi raised his head and stared at the red-eyed Jun who was shedding tears. He tried very hard to digest what he had said.

The eagle knelt on one knee, his eyes wide as saucers, staring with a ghostly expression, and diligently trying to process his master's words.

The man lowered his head, gazing at the person in his arms. From this angle, the white, strange garment gaped open at the collar, a ripple of snow-white... and there were deep shadows. Crimson stains marred one ripple, then flowed along its incline, into those depths.

That's his.

A slight breeze rustled through the air, followed by a few shadows darting past.

"Master!"

What happened

"Eagle Guard, you dare let someone disrespect your master!"

Several people looked alike and shouted as they rushed forward to grab Lou Qi. Ying jumped up and blocked them, shouting: "Can you cure the pain of your master!"

Several people suddenly seemed to be struck, dumbfounded.

Lou Qi, hearing this, digested it a bit. What kind of strange disease did this person have that would cause them to cry and be in pain Then they went to *** see a ghost, hugging something that could relieve the pain What time did the painkiller work After living for twenty years, he didn't know he had the function of relieving pain!

Just as I was about to rebuke this nonsense, I suddenly noticed something else that sent shivers down my spine. Apart from this man, the other several men were all dressed in ancient garb!

Headband, wearing strong attire, with a belt around the waist embroidered with ancient patterns and long cloth boots on his feet. Most strangely of all, there was also a sword at his waist!diligently trying to process his master's words.The man lowered his head, gazing at the person in his arms. From this angle, the white, strange garment gaped open at the collar, a ripple of snow-white...