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The sharp pain spread across Lu Fei Fan's back. After enduring the agony, he had managed to fly for over ten miles, unsure if the Gods' Armor had been damaged beyond use.
Yet he forced himself to ascend once more, but the pair of Black and White Wings on his back could no longer bear the strain. With a loud thud, they disintegrated into mottled smoke and gradually dissipated, causing him to plummet, half-kneeling on the ground.
He looked at the person in his arms; from such a close distance, her delicate features were marred by a pallor of defeat.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and gazed at Lu Fei Fan.
"Why?" she asked.
"For no reason," Lu Fei Fan replied as he gently set her down. He drew a dagger and made a cut in a nearby Giant Cactus, allowing the water to flow out before taking his water pouch from his waist to collect it.
Shui Que had already sat up, hugging her knees. The gruesome wound on her thigh had stopped bleeding but had turned a deep gray.
Lu Fei Fan returned with the water, kneeling beside her as he pulled out his dagger to tend to her injury, but she refused his help.
Gathering a bit of Pulse Energy in her hand, she applied it directly to the wound. The injury crackled with black energy that writhed like living creatures, twisting and struggling on the surface of her skin.
Shui Que gritted her teeth against the pain, grabbing that mass of dark energy and tearing strands of it away, throwing them aside where they sparked with flashes of Dian Guang as they fell.
Lu Fei Fan watched in stunned silence; he had never expected that the wound was caused by pure energy.
Even though Shui Que had expelled some of the residual energy from the wound, it showed no signs of improvement. Instead, she appeared increasingly fatigued and weak.
Lu Fei Fan turned his back to her and crouched down.
"Let's go."
The person behind seemed to hesitate for a while before climbing onto his back.
Lu Fei Fan carried her and began to move forward; they couldn't stay here for long, or Lancer would surely send someone after them.
Lu Fei Fan carefully supported her; her breath felt somewhat weak.
"You really don't have to do this," she suddenly said.
Lu Fei Fan paused for a moment, pressing her closer against his back, afraid she might fall off.
"I just can't stand seeing so many people bully one person," Lu Fei Fan replied after a long silence.
Another silence followed.
"You'll bring trouble upon yourself," she said after a while.
"Why do they want to kill you and Berg?" Lu Fei Fan changed the subject.
Shui Que was taken aback, then replied, "They framed Berg."
"Framed?" Lu Fei Fan didn't quite understand. "Why?"
"To deal with me," Shui Que tilted her head slightly on Lu Fei Fan's shoulder.
"You?" Lu Fei Fan stopped walking, then continued, "To deal with a Top War General?"
"To deal with my father," Shui Que explained further. "He is a thorn in their side."
Lu Fei Fan found himself at a loss, realizing that the power struggle between the Big Shots was beyond his comprehension. He was merely a fish caught in the whirlpool, and one wrong move could lead to his destruction.
"You really shouldn't have gotten involved," she said, resting her chin on Lu Fei Fan's shoulder.
He felt a sudden chill on his shoulder and knew that Shui Que was crying uncontrollably. He couldn't tell if her tears were for her father or for Berg.
"Have you ever loved?" she asked.
"Um... yes," Lu Fei Fan replied, pondering whether his past life counted.
"Was it me?" Shui Que asked with a bittersweet smile.
Lu Fei Fan fell silent, unsure of how to respond.
"Am I similar to her?" she asked again.
"You both are very strong-willed," he finally said after some thought.
"Then she must feel very lonely and isolated. You should spend more time with her," Shui Que suddenly suggested.
"I don't have the chance anymore," Lu Fei Fan replied quietly.
"Is it because of me?" Shui Que asked from behind.
"No," he stopped to look at her, recalling the last moments of his previous life aboard the spaceship facing the monster. He continued walking forward, "It's my fault."
"You left her?" Shui Que inquired.
“Why leave? If she knew that someone had been holding on to her for many years and still chose to leave, it would make her sad.” Shui Que tightened her grip around Lu Fei Fan's neck, resting against his back.
Lu Fei Fan didn’t respond, but in his heart, he felt the weight of unanticipated separations and losses that life sometimes dealt us.
He silently carried her forward, and Shui Que tightened her hold a little more, pressing herself against his broad, warm back as if she had fallen asleep.
“Your back feels just like his.”
With her eyes closed, she reminisced.
“If only so many things hadn’t happened,” Shui Que said softly.
“There are no ‘ifs,’” Lu Fei Fan replied.
“Honestly, when I went back to save him, I didn’t plan on coming out alive,” Shui Que added.
“I… met him,” Lu Fei Fan suddenly stopped, “before you.”
Shui Que perked up at his words, eagerly awaiting what he would say next.
“I went to save my captain. I ran into him in the lab…” Lu Fei Fan hesitated, deciding not to tell her about seeing Berg alive.
“Did he say anything to you?” Shui Que asked curiously.
“No,” Lu Fei Fan shook his head. “We ended up fighting. Luckily, I’m fast.”
“What will happen to him if they catch him?” Lu Fei Fan asked, immediately regretting the question.
“Given his personality, he definitely won't compromise with those people,” Shui Que expressed her concern.
“Then you…” Lu Fei Fan suddenly stopped walking. “Are you still going back to save him?”
No answer came from behind, and fearing she had fallen asleep, Lu Fei Fan shook her shoulder gently.
“Hmm?” Shui Que had indeed dozed off but stirred slightly. “What is it?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you don't fall asleep, or I’ll be so bored all by myself,” Lu Fei Fan replied, more worried about her injuries as he followed the route he remembered toward the port.
“Can you sing?” she asked softly.
“A little,” Lu Fei Fan answered, then began to sing: “In a northern village lives a girl from the south, she always likes to stand by the road in her flowered dress…”
His deep voice was surprisingly pleasant, making Shui Que, who was pale-faced behind him, smile faintly. However, her eyelids were heavy and unwilling to stay up; she was trying hard to keep herself awake.
Time passed without her noticing.
“Is it good?” he asked.
“Hmm… I’m so tired; I’m going to sleep for a bit…” She leaned against his back, murmuring as she slowly closed her eyes.
Lu Fei Fan felt her gentle breathing and paused his earlier low tune for a moment before switching to a light English song: “If the music is sad, I’ll go home; I must hurry home; life goes on there…”
Not long after Lu Fei Fan had left with Shui Que on his back, the air suddenly distorted, and a figure emerged as if breaking through ripples in water.
It was Yu Lao, the one who had fought with Shui Que at the base. He was followed by two tall young men carrying a Metal Box.
After landing, Yu Lao picked up a piece of Black Stone. With his long, bony fingers, he flicked it, causing a spark of black electricity to burst forth from the stone—his Pulse Energy.
"Hmph." Yu Lao tossed the stone aside and gazed into the distance. "It seems we won't be going far."
He then turned his head and issued a command to his two solemn subordinates behind him.
"Release the Hound."
The two subordinates immediately placed a Metal Box on the ground and pressed its button. The Energy Patterns on the Metal Box were instantly activated, lighting up one by one along the intricate designs. Finally, a brilliant glow erupted, and the box seemed to melt away. Following that, a thick mist rose as if alive, crashing down with a thud to reveal a fierce beast covered in spines. It was as large as half an off-road vehicle, its Carapace resembling textured metal.
With a flick of his finger, Yu Lao sent a dark energy ball flying.
The Hound leaped up and swallowed the energy ball whole, letting out a howl as if it had found its prey. Excitedly, it bolted off in the direction where Lu Fei Fan had vanished with Shui Que.
Meanwhile, Lu Fei Fan, who was making his way ahead, suddenly stopped. Surrounded by the hills of the Gobi Desert, he seemed to sense something amiss. Turning around and squinting his eyes, he distinctly felt that something was locking onto him.
"What’s wrong?" Shui Que asked sleepily after resting for a while.
"Nothing." Lu Fei Fan chose not to tell her.
"There's something chasing us from behind," Shui Que added, sensing it too.
"Yeah, I know." Lu Fei Fan's mind was racing with strategies. This presence likely wasn't that troublesome Top War General, but it was still a significant threat—one he could handle.
"Put me down; you go on your own," Shui Que suddenly insisted.
"Once a good deed is done, it should be seen through to the end," Lu Fei Fan replied. "Do I look like someone who would abandon you halfway?"
“I didn’t mean it that way.” Shui Que still appeared very weak; her injuries couldn’t be healed just by sleeping. “You won’t be able to escape with me.”
“Why not try and see?” Lu Fei Fan quickened his pace, activating the Pulse Breathing Technique within him.
Shui Que pressed against his back, clearly feeling him activate the Pulse Breathing Technique. She refrained from pointing out that his version of the technique was merely the most basic Fu Mai Xi Shu, lacking any remarkable features. Yet, despite this realization, she tightened her grip around the man’s neck. Since he wanted to try this way, then they would try together.
Feeling Shui Que fall asleep against his back again, Lu Fei Fan didn’t say anything more. He began to choose more difficult paths or routes that could erase their traces. For instance, he deliberately passed through a group of nearby Goat Herds, hoping that the scent of their dung could mask their own smell. Alternatively, he considered crossing a river and tossing his excess belongings into the water to carry their scent downstream, misleading whatever was pursuing them.
Whatever was chasing him from such a distance was undoubtedly attracted to something on him; scent was certainly one of those factors.
However, Lu Fei Fan was unaware that it wasn’t the scent at all, but rather the residual energy from Shui Que’s wounds that was drawing them in.
As the distance between them and their pursuers closed in, Lu Fei Fan began to guess what was happening. He stopped taking detours or unnecessary actions and instead maintained a direct path to maximize the distance from whatever was following him.
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