ADLH Chapter 19: Go to Hell!
After escaping Ruan Xingzhou's grip, Chen Huanhuan chased after him relentlessly, while Ruan Xingzhou, seeing the once-ghost-now-zombie chasing him with a manic grin, turned and ran without hesitation.
They dashed through classrooms, bursting out of back doors. Ruan Xingzhou, face full of disgust, ran fast. Chen Huanhuan, on the other hand, laughed gleefully as she chased him like she was enjoying herself.
Each time she touched Ruan Xingzhou, the dragon mark left by Qian Ji on his chest glowed and repelled her. But with each encounter, the dragon energy in the mark was slowly depleted.
Chen Huanhuan noticed the power weakening and her eyes lit up with excitement. She licked her fangs and lunged more and more ferociously at him, as if trying to tear off a piece of his flesh.
Ruan Xingzhou tried to fight back — after all, he did learn some self-defense — but it was useless against a female ghost.
Qian Ji watched his back get clawed, saw his face pale from exhaustion, and finally saw his shoulder get slashed open, blood seeping out in tiny beads, filling the air with a metallic stench…
Qian Ji didn’t move.
He should have stopped it. By his logic, he should have intervened the moment Ruan Xingzhou started being chased. But he didn’t.
Something in his chest beat frantically, whispering: Save him. Save him—he’s hurt!
But Qian Ji suppressed it. He refused to step in. He even let the mirror ghost threaten Ruan Xingzhou’s life.
He wanted to prove to himself that he wouldn't get emotionally involved with a human. Or maybe... maybe he wanted Ruan Xingzhou to die, to sever whatever feelings were starting to take root.
While running, Ruan Xingzhou pulled off his backpack, unzipped it, and fished out a blue, toy-looking gun, aiming it at Chen Huanhuan behind him. He pulled the trigger quickly.
“Bang bang bang!”
Three shots, right into Chen Huanhuan. She didn’t dodge — after all, physical weapons meant nothing to her, especially a toy-like gun.
But surprisingly, the bullets didn’t pass through her ghostly body. Instead, they punched holes in her.
“AH—!” Chen Huanhuan screamed as she was sent flying in pain.
“Why…”
Ruan Xingzhou paused, panting. “I had the lab make this—it’s not real bullets. They’re silver shells coated in holy water.”
Her rotting body began to smoke and emit a sickening stench. She writhed on the ground, screaming. Her semi-fleshed body started to reveal white bone beneath…
In that moment, it sounded like glass cracking inside her.
“It actually works.” Ruan Xingzhou caught his breath and glanced at the special weapon. Vatican holy water—worth the price.
He’d had it air-shipped from a high-ranking bishop, who assured him it could kill even high-level demons.
It didn’t matter if it was a ghost or demon in front of him—they were all evil.
Ruan Xingzhou walked up, gun still raised. Two bullets left.
Chen Huanhuan hadn’t expected this human to have such a weapon. Her ghastly face suddenly shifted back to that of a beautiful girl. She pleaded desperately, “Don’t kill me, I was an innocent victim of the mirror ghost… I didn’t have a choice…”
Tears fell from her eyes, her wounded body trembling, looking helpless and pitiful.
She was begging for sympathy.
Qian Ji opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. He didn’t warn him.
His golden vertical pupils focused on Ruan Xingzhou’s furrowed brow. Are you softening? That’ll get you killed.
Chen Huanhuan saw the look too. She sobbed even more beautifully and spoke gently:
“I used to be a student too, but I was enslaved by the mirror ghost to hurt others. I never wanted this…”
She looked up pitifully—only to find a gun pressed to her forehead.
Tears welled up and spilled over. Her expression froze. “You—”
“Bang!”
The silver bullet pierced her skull. Black mist spurted out like air from a deflating balloon. Her body collapsed, then crumbled into white ash…
Ruan Xingzhou looked down at the ash, still frowning.
He said: “I told you—I’m sick.” I don’t have emotions like sympathy.
So his earlier frown wasn’t out of sympathy — just annoyance at her useless pleading.
After all, what good is begging?
I wasn’t going to let you live anyway.
He fired another shot at the ash, just in case. When the mirror ghost didn’t revive and the scene around him started to fade, he finally picked up his backpack to search for an exit.
His expression didn’t change—not guilty about killing her, nor joyful about surviving.
Qian Ji’s pupils shrank at the sight.
He pressed his lips together, unreadable.
But in his ears, a familiar voice laughed: Look at him. He’s perfect. The dragon race needs heirs, and he’s more suitable than any other human.
“I could choose a demon.”
Why? Can’t bear to part with him? Hah. You forget how you ended up imprisoned. Other demon marked by the Heavenly Way are worse than humans—except Jun Hua.
“Shut up.”
He’s perfect. It’s too late now… too late…
“Shut up!”
Too late echoed in his mind. Qian Ji frowned and clutched his forehead. The dark red rune bands around his body began to tighten as if alive.
His muscular frame visibly strained as the bands dug into his skin. Blood seeped from the edges on his neck, trickling down to his collarbone.
He rubbed it with his fingers. Sticky.
The pain didn’t faze him—but the runes humiliated him, like a proud dragon leashed like a dog.
That humiliation made the young Dragon King clench his jaw.
The space turned into a dark corridor. A faint light glowed ahead.
Ruan Xingzhou walked toward it but suddenly sniffed something. A sweet, metallic scent — cloying and strong.
He turned and looked into the darkness behind him. It looked empty, but he knew Qian Ji was there.
“Qian Ji?”
He called softly.
Qian Ji froze, hand still at his forehead. Their eyes met for a split second—even though Ruan Xingzhou shouldn’t be able to see him.
“Qian Ji, are you there?” Recognizing the familiar gaze, Ruan Xingzhou’s eyes lit up with joy.
The golden pupils reflected the human's lively expression and the way he ran over without hesitation.
Qian Ji dropped his concealment and stood there, blank-faced—only for Ruan Xingzhou to crash into his chest the next moment.
That soft, warm feeling rubbed against his chest, and without even looking down, Qian Ji knew: it was Ruan Xingzhou rubbing his cheek against him.
Those pale hands wrapped around his back, caressing it.
That silent yearning and complete trust didn’t need words — the gestures said everything.
His chest, like a mighty fortress, protected the softness within.
Never broken by blades, but undone by gentleness and love.
Seeing blood on Qian Ji’s neck, Ruan Xingzhou’s pupils shrank. He grabbed Qian Ji’s collar with such force his knuckles turned white.
“You’re hurt?! Who did this?!”
“Who did this?!”
Qian Ji was hurt.
That thought triggered the clearest expression Ruan Xingzhou had ever shown—pure rage.
Qian Ji said nothing. He just stared at Ruan Xingzhou’s face.
That young Dragon King, usually so composed, now closed his eyes, bent his tall frame, and wrapped his arms around Ruan Xingzhou again, resting his chin on his head.
“Let me hug you,” Qian Ji said.
“…”
Huh? Huh?!
Did I just get hugged by Qian Ji???
Ruan Xingzhou expressionlessly pinched his belly.
Yep. It hurt. Not a dream.
“Qian Ji.”
“Mm?”
“Can we hug every day from now on?”
“…”
“I’m so happy, I don’t know what to do. My chest hurts, like something's about to burst.”
“…”
“Qian Ji?”
“…Shut up.”
In the dark mirror world, Qian Ji and Ruan Xingzhou embraced tightly.
After a pause, Qian Ji suddenly asked, “Ruan Xingzhou, if I told you that carrying a dragon heir with your body might cost your life—what would you do?”
“I’ll give you a choice. If you agree, I’ll do anything you ask while you’re alive. If not, I’ll let you go—”
“I agree!” Ruan Xingzhou replied instantly.
Qian Ji frowned. “You should think this through.”
Ruan Xingzhou shook his head. “No. No matter how long you give me, my answer won’t change.”
Qian Ji backed up a bit and looked down at him, moved. Does this human really like me that much? Enough to give up his life?
In a rare soft tone, Qian Ji asked, “Why?”
Ruan Xingzhou said seriously, “Because I want to sleep with you.”
Qian Ji: “…”
He thought he misheard. “What did you say?”
“Because I want to sleep with you.” Ruan Xingzhou, thinking Qian Ji didn’t understand, clapped three times. “You know, boom boom boom. Get it?”
Qian Ji: “…”
They locked eyes, both sincere.
One second. Two seconds. Three—
Smack! A large hand landed on Ruan Xingzhou’s head. Once again, the legendary Dragon King Head Pat made its appearance!
His skull cracked audibly.
Ruan Xingzhou clutched his head, whining in pain.
Qian Ji grinned wickedly.
Gentle?
Ha. Go to hell!
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