Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 1078 Singing

   Zhou Ye lay flat on the ground with her hands clenched in front of her chest. Seeing this, Xia Hua put down her hands and smiled helplessly.

   "Zhou Ye, don't be so scared," Xia Hua involuntarily stroked Zhou Ye's messy bangs with her fingers, "You're too nervous."

   "But... didn't you say it would be very painful?" Zhou Ye narrowed one eye and asked timidly, "I'm still a little afraid of pain..."

   "But if you are too nervous, it will be difficult to enter the state," Xia Hua said ruthlessly, "The effect will not be very good."

   "Can't you even be nervous?" Zhou Ye pouted without tears, "Okay then, I'll give it a try..."

  Zhou Ye closed his eyes again, moved his head left and right, adjusted his lying position, and continued to remain motionless.

  Xia Hua stared at Zhou Ye for a while, then laughed again, "You're still nervous."

   "I can't help it, Miss Xia Hua," Zhou Ye cried out in a breakdown, "This is a psychological problem. I really don't know how to overcome it."

   "How about this, I'll sing for you," Xia Hua said softly, "Maybe you will relax a little while you listen to the song."

   "You can still sing?" Zhou Ye opened his eyes and looked at Xia Hua curiously, "Wow...it's hard to imagine."

   "What's so hard to imagine?" Xia Hua's cheeks blushed inexplicably, "It's just singing."

   "It's hard to imagine that Patriarch Xia Hua can actually sing such... such soft things."

   "There's a lot of nonsense, can you listen?"

  That's right, this is Xia Hua, the one just now was probably an illusion.

   "I'm listening, I'm listening..." Zhou Ye shrank his neck and said, "I will try to relax."

   "Close your eyes quickly."

   Zhou Ye closed his eyes. After the conversation just now, the tension had dissipated a lot. He waited for a few seconds, and a distant humming sound floated into his ears melodiously.

   It's almost like a mermaid's singing!

  Zhou Ye didn't expect Xia Hua's singing to be so beautiful, and his attention was attracted for a moment.

  Who would have imagined that this woman who has always admired strength and iron fist would have such a singing voice...

  Xia Hua hummed softly. After Zhou Ye's body calmed down, Xia Hua wasn't so embarrassed anymore. The blush behind her ears gradually faded, and Xia Hua began to enjoy her singing.

   While singing, she clasped her hands together and gently rolled her palms.

   Half a minute later, she spread her hands, and there were some black lines in the palm of her right hand.

Those black lines spread along Xia Hua's palm lines, as if something was wriggling under the skin of her palm, Xia Hua sighed silently, and then she lowered the skirt of her chest a little , printed the right palm with black lines floating on his chest.

  The moment the skin touched the skin, a hazy pattern flickered on Xia Hua's chest.

   That is a beautiful snake pattern.

  However, the snake pattern only appeared for a few seconds, and soon, the snake pattern disappeared, leaving only smooth and white skin.

  Xia Hua withdrew her palm and looked down at Zhou Ye's face. Zhou Ye's face was calm and intoxicated, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep in the midst of her own singing.

  Her hands trembled suddenly.

   Ugh... that sucks.

  Xia Hua laughed at herself and shook her head slowly twice.

  I have become the person I least like again.

  When Zhou Ye was rescued, Xia Hua realized that her life worm had fallen asleep. At that time, she planned to use Zhou Ye to help her wake up the life worm.

  Although the word "use" is not very nice, but at that time, I really had this idea.

  Xia Hua should be like this, rational, cold, and decisive.

  But... along the way, Xia Hua looked at Zhou Ye's face full of trust, but couldn't control herself, and fancied him as her useless younger brother.

   As a result, now, it's my turn to hesitate.

   How ridiculous.

  Xia Hua's palm covered with snake patterns hangs above Zhou Ye's forehead, but she has been holding back for a long time.

  Although their lives would not be directly endangered, both of them knew that with Zhou Ye's current physical condition, it could only be bad luck.

  My own hand, once it falls...

   "Sister Xia Hua, it's okay."

  Zhou Ye suddenly spoke.

  Xia Hua was taken aback for a moment, she stared blankly at Zhou Ye's smiling face.

  He wasn't asleep.

  He is also waiting.

  Xia Hua gritted her teeth, and with a cruel heart, she firmly pressed her palm on Zhou Ye's forehead.

  Zhou Ye's body twitched violently.

   "How do you feel?" Xia Hua asked hastily.

   "It's... not bad," the corners of Zhou Ye's mouth curled up reluctantly, "Go ahead, sister Xia Hua."

  Xia Hua nodded, and after realizing that Zhou Ye couldn't see her, she said softly, "Okay."

Little by little, black lines climbed from Xia Hua's palm to Zhou Ye's body, as if ink had been injected into Zhou Ye's blood vessels. It's getting stronger.

   It can be seen that he is suppressing his discomfort.

   "If it hurts, you can call it out." Xia Hua said.

Zhou Ye's back molars were clenched, but he still shook his head vigorously. After a long while, he loosened his clenched teeth and said with a smile, "Sister Xia Hua, please continue to sing for me, okay?" it is good?"

  ***

   "Alarm?" Luo Jiutian tried to understand the thoughts of the Taoist priest, "You mean, the fever in this white suit means something is coming?"

   "What do you think?" Daochang asked his classic lines again.

   "It's possible," Li Muyuan said, "It seems that there is danger around here."

   After finishing speaking, the three of them stared at each other.

   Dangerous, so what?

   "But isn't there danger everywhere?" Luo Jiutian shrugged, "Do you still need it to remind you?"

   "That makes sense," said the Taoist chief, "so let's just throw it away."

   "This... I don't want to part with it," Luo Jiutian hesitated, "I always think this is a special thing, and I want to take it back..."

  Take it back and show it to my dad. This is the full version of what I said.

"Daozhang, let Jiu Tian take it with you," Li Muyuan said, "Jiu Tian won't be scalded by it anyway, so far, it seems that this thing is not harmful, and when it is harmful, throw it away. Late."

   "And it's not hot anymore," Luo Jiutian said, "If you don't believe me, try it."

   Luo Jiutian said, and handed over the white dress.

  The Taoist priest looked at Luo Jiutian suspiciously, then suddenly reached out his hand and touched it.

  Luo Jiutian stared and retracted his hand, "Daoist, why are you really touching! I'm joking!"

  The Taoist chief tilted his head, watching that he almost touched the hand in the white suit.

   "The strange thing is," said the Taoist priest, "it's really not hot anymore."

  (end of this chapter)