Chapter 50: Chapter Forty-Nine: Setting Out Again

Just by hearing the voice, Selinna knew who was coming from behind.

Although she was delighted inside, the battle was still ongoing; now was not the time to be idle.

She pulled back her elbow and thrust hard backward again, without turning, she said sternly: "Don't fool around, deal with these werewolves first."

Su Qing said nothing, merely retracting his hand and drawing his twin blades.

Four werewolves lunged together to attack; the sight and momentum were indeed intimidating, but Selinna and Su Qing were not easily frightened.

Instead of retreating, they advanced to meet the werewolves; with their twin blades coordinating, they figured them out in less than two minutes.

Having dealt with the attacking werewolves, the two had no time to catch up; they split up to help the other death messengers.

With two capable fighters joining the battlefield, shortly afterward the ambushed werewolves were slain, leaving only one trembling.

He flicked the Dog Leg Knife; seeing blood beads gathering and streaming down, they splattered onto the ground.

Su Qing smiled at Selinna, then turned and approached the man who had reverted to human form, speaking softly: "If you tell me the details of this ambush, I can let you go."

The man glanced at Su Qing; although fearful, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"You have to believe me; I'm known as the Honest Young Master..."

Before Su Qing could finish, the man sneered: "No need to say more; you Blood Clan are all disreputable cheats—I'd rather die than tell you, and even if I did and you let me go, they wouldn't spare me either—don't think I don't know that."

No, how did the werewolves suddenly become so clever?

It must be other vampires ruining the Blood Clan's reputation; the werewolves learned from a setback, so how could he deceive them in the future?

Su Qing looked at the man whose fear and defiance alternated, blade at his neck, smiling narrowly: "I don't really believe you—after all, life is your own; I don't think you're unafraid of death."

"You can try." The man swallowed saliva, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and lifted his chin, showing a resolve to resist to the death.

Seeing this, Su Qing withdrew his blade and spread his hands helplessly toward Selinna.

Originally, hearing Selinna mention the traitor, he had wanted to trick this man like he had the earlier big oaf, but he hadn't expected this werewolf to be so sharp-witted.

Selinna said nothing, just nodded, not intending to interrogate, and brought the werewolf back to the manor together.

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Two hours later, inside the dimly lit room of the Blood Clan manor.

Su Qing lounged half-reclined against the headboard, Selinna lay with unfocused eyes, unmoving.

As the saying goes, a day apart feels like three autumns.

The two hadn't seen each other for over four months and a hundred days; one can imagine how intense their longing was.

So, after returning to the manor and handing the prisoners over to others for interrogation, they launched into a conversation of lips and teeth, spears and tongues, interdependent, moistening each other... speaking freely for over an hour before stopping.

Fortunately they were not ordinary people, with excellent physiques and extraordinary stamina; otherwise, expressing this longing would have required several breaks.

With one hand under the blanket, Su Qing gently rubbed the right hemisphere of the bullet, asking: "During this time, have you seen Lucien?"

"No, after that time three months ago he never appeared again." Selinna opened her eyes, turned sideways, and asked curiously: "You've been gone four months this time—what were you doing?"

"Nothing much, just went to see that old fellow Alexander." Su Qing helped the beauty pull up the blanket, replying nonchalantly.

"What? You went to see Alexander!"

At first hearing, Selinna didn't pay attention; after a moment she realized, sat up, and looked at Su Qing.

"Right." Su Qing nodded, then shifted tone: "You're exposed."

"Go to hell..." Selinna followed Su Qing's gaze, looked down, pulled the blanket up to block, gave a white-eyed glance, then continued: "What kind of person is he?"

As soon as this topic came up, Su Qing instantly recalled the scene of being tricked earlier, his expression stiffening somewhat.

"What's wrong, something off?" Seeing him suddenly silent, Selinna leaned in and pressed further.

"Uh." Su Qing forced a laugh, shook his head: "Nothing, just recalling some bad things; now speaking of Alexander, he's an old fox who's lived long and is especially good at deceiving people."

Saying this, he seriously told Selinna: "When you meet him in the future, keep your wits about you; otherwise you'll be sold by him and still help him count the money."

Seeing Su Qing's solemn expression, Selinna instinctively nodded, feeling deep down that something was off.

But before she could think, Su Qing took her hand and smiled: "This time I went out, I brought back a gift for you—you'll surely like it."

Hearing this, Selinna's curiosity was also aroused.

"What gift?"

"Wait a moment."

Su Qing jumped off the bed, grabbed his coat, took out a bottle from the inner pocket, returned to the bed and handed it to Selinna, saying: "This is it!"

"What is this?" Selinna took the bottle, opened the lid, found blood inside, and gave a somewhat amused look at Su Qing, asking: "You mean the gift is just a bottle of blood!"

"Don't underestimate this bottle of blood—it's Alexander's blood."

Saying that, Su Qing saw Selinna stunned, leaned close, and whispered something in her ear.

"What did you say?"

Selinna reacted even more strongly this time, not caring about her exposure, her face full of disbelief.

"Keep it down." Su Qing made a gesture at his lips; Selinna immediately responded, leaning in and whispering in shock: "You mean Alexander's blood can let the Blood Clan not fear sunlight?"

"Yes." Su Qing nodded, saying: "If you drink this bottle of blood, you can bathe in sunlight like a normal person."

Hearing this, Selinna's eyes flashed with longing, but she still returned the bottle to Su Qing, voice tender: "I can't take it; you went through so much trouble to obtain it..."

Before she could finish, Su Qing pulled her into his embrace, saying: "We don't need to stand on ceremony with such words..."

"But." Selinna interrupted what she was about to say.

But before she could speak, Su Qing moistened her lips with his, after a round of verbal exchange, successfully lulled Selinna to sleep.

Watching Selinna drink all 350 milliliters of fresh blood with his own eyes, Su Qing then soaked the bottle in corpse-dissolving water, ground it to powder, and scattered it in the grass before feeling at ease.

Afterward, once Selinna had tried and confirmed she truly wasn't afraid of sunlight, her attitude toward Su Qing became even better than before.

No matter what pose Su Qing suggested, she was willing to comply, which let Su Qing, uh, "Su Mou ren" experience a different charm.

But gatherings always end in parting.

Su Qing, because he was mindful of the Titanic, after fooling around with Selinna for over half a month, again brought up the idea of leaving.

"How long will this take?" Selinna asked with a reluctant expression.

Su Qing also didn't know how long this would take; he could only estimate, saying: "About a year, I don't know the specifics, at the latest three years—I will definitely come back."

Selinna didn't speak, she just hugged Su Qing.

Afterwards, Selinna became a hands-off manager, spending day and night entwined with Su Qing.

On the night a week later, the appointed time arrived.

"Remember to come back early."

"I know."

"Don't let other Blood Clan members know that you're not afraid of sunlight, otherwise you'll be in great danger."

"I know."

"……"

After a passionate kiss with Selinna, Su Qing turned and, without hesitation, rode his horse into the darkness.