Chapter 119: Honkai: Star Rail — The Xianzhou General Wouldn't Dream of a Yandere Chapter 116: Wulou Jingzi

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Inside the bedchamber of the Shen Wei General's Mansion, the intimate atmosphere had yet to dissipate; the air was mixed with the scent of bath fragrance and a faint trace of sweat.

Xuan Ge leaned against the headboard, Kafka lay limp in his arms, strands of hair stuck to her sweat-dampened cheeks.

The corners of her mouth still held a flush that had not fully faded, a weak, soft voice coming in broken bursts:

"Haah~ haah~~ hou.."

"Kafka, dispel your Word Spirit technique."

Xuan Ge's voice was low and gentle, his palm lightly stroking along Kafka's hair, his tone carrying a hint of heartache that was hard to detect.

He knew that in order to hold on, Kafka had cast a "will not tire" Word Spirit technique on herself, and by now she was already at the end of her strength.

Kafka nodded slightly, the blankness in her eyes not yet faded, and dispelled the Word Spirit technique she had placed on herself.

The very moment it was dispelled, a wave of extreme exhaustion swept through her whole body, spreading along her four limbs and hundred bones!

And the lingering pleasure hidden beneath the exhaustion also erupted at the same time!

Making her whole body tremble, her legs clamping tight, every muscle in her body tensing.

The hands hugging Xuan Ge's back, fingernails digging deep into his skin, exerting all her strength to suppress the palpitations in her heart.

Afraid she would lose composure again, revealing an unsightly, indulgent appearance before Xuan Ge.

Kafka ultimately endured the sensation...

But those pink-purple eyes, because of the extreme sensory shock, nearly rolled back.

Kafka nearly fainted, the flush on her cheeks deepening further, even her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

"General~" After a long pause, Kafka finally recovered, her voice soft as water, carrying a thick nasal tone.

Right now, she had long since lost that composed, infinitely charming beautiful elder sister appearance she wore before outsiders.

Instead she gained a few parts of delicate, bewildered maidenliness, clinging in Xuan Ge's arms, unwilling to move.

Xuan Ge reached out, gently brushing aside the sweat-soaked strands of hair blocking Kafka's eyes, his fingertips tenderly caressing her cheek, asking calmly:

"That Wulou Jingzi, along with Xing, and Dan Heng, will all be on the Astral Express, right?"

"General~ she's come, hasn't she?"

Kafka lifted her head, her gaze frail, intimately rubbing slowly in Xuan Ge's arms, the tip of her nose brushing past his chest, her tone carrying a few parts of understanding.

She naturally knew who the Wulou Jingzi Xuan Ge spoke of was, and also understood clearly that the reason that Wulou Jingzi would come near the Divine Martial Immortal Prefecture was entirely because of the Great Dahlia's karma.

The Great Dahlia originally came to Shen Wu seeking refuge with a purpose, and Shen Wu slapped the Memory Garden's face; now the whole Ship Yu knows it more or less.

Xuan Ge was slightly startled, then felt a faint, watery sensation on his thigh.

He took the opportunity to reach out, placing his hand on Kafka's slender thigh, giving a gentle pull, letting her straddle him, his tone carrying a few parts of helplessness and heartache:

"Kafka, alright, you're tired enough already, don't torment yourself further."

"Hehe~" Kafka let out a low, light laugh, her fingertip lightly tapping Xuan Ge's chest, her tone carrying a few parts of teasing.

"General, clearly it was you last night, insisting on making me show that side.

Although I ultimately couldn't hold out, all of this was provoked by you, General, so how come now you want me to stop instead?"

She silently savored last night's taste in her heart.

It was the first time she had given herself so unreservedly; lacking experience, even though her heart felt turbulent, she kept restraining herself the whole time, wearing an expression of endurance.

But Xuan Ge seemed to do it on purpose, stimulating her again and again, until she completely broke down, could no longer hold back, and shed all pretense.

"These words.... these words cannot be put that way!"

Xuan Ge was teased by Kafka into some embarrassment, his cheeks flushing slightly, wanting to argue, but the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back.

Last night's him had indeed already entered the role deeply; those deliberate stimulations all came from genuine heart-stirring, not deliberate difficulty.

Seeing Xuan Ge's embarrassed appearance, a flash of amusement flickered in Kafka's eyes; she did not continue to tease him.

She also knew clearly that she was already exhausted to the utmost; if she continued to toss about, she really might faint.

She barely propped up a thread of strength, leaning on Xuan Ge's shoulder, speaking seriously:

"Let's not talk about this anymore, General~ if you accept this Wulou Jingzi, you'll be making an enemy of the Memory Garden."

"Hehe~" Xuan Ge let out a low, light laugh, his tone full of confidence.

"I can move the Imperial Bow at any time, letting Him cast down Light Arrows, while the Memory Garden had best be able to move the Memory Aeon to come contend with me."

He knew clearly in his heart that the Memory Aeon has not yet been born; He exists at the end of the Ship Yu's future, ascending to godhood after a Wulou Jingzi gathers all memories.

The current Memory Garden, though seemingly possessing heaven-reaching methods, is in reality just a paper tiger.

No matter how impressive their memory manipulation ability, before him, before the Imperial Bow behind him that can send down Light Arrows anytime, anywhere, they appear particularly laughable, not worth mentioning at all.

"Go on, go find her, General~" Kafka lightly kissed the corner of Xuan Ge's lips, her voice gentle, eyes full of exhaustion.

"I'll rest for a bit, I'll tidy up the room."

As soon as the words fell, she closed her eyes, head resting on Xuan Ge's shoulder, and fell heavily asleep, her breathing gradually becoming even.

Xuan Ge gently stroked Kafka's cheek twice, his movements tender, afraid of disturbing her sleep.

Then, he carefully laid Kafka flat on the bed, covered her with the thin quilt, and only then slowly rose.

Looking at the messy bedroom before him, clothes scattered on the floor, along with a few fragments of Kafka's purple stockings, Xuan Ge shook his head helplessly, grumbling inwardly;

He'd been infected by the Great Dahlia, actually starting to play this unrestrainedly, losing his former composure.

Simultaneously, in the star system periphery where the Shen Wu Xian Zhou is located, an intense pursuit is unfolding.

A Memory Keeper team several times larger in scale than when they pursued the Great Dahlia before is now dead on the heels of a pink-haired, red-eyed woman, killing intent soaring, pressing closer step by step.

"Don't let her get close to the Shen Wu Xian Zhou!"

A leading Yizhe saw Chang Ye Yue exerting her full power, sprinting madly toward the Divine Martial Immortal Prefecture, and shouted anxiously.

They all knew clearly that once Chang Ye Yue entered the range of the Shen Wu Xian Zhou, they would be thoroughly finished.

General Shen Wei Xuan Ge had just severely slapped the Yiting's face a short while ago; now Chang Ye Yue intruding into Shen Wu again was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

At that time, Xuan Ge would certainly be thoroughly enraged; these Yizhe of theirs would probably not even leave behind bones.

"Fuck! Damn it!"

The remaining Yizhe all erupted with their full power, their tones filled with impatience and ruthlessness.

Attacks formed from converging Memory Energy struck toward Chang Ye Yue's back, attempting to control her and stop her from approaching the Shen Wu Xian Zhou.

Chang Ye Yue clutched her injured right shoulder; fresh blood dripped along her fingertips, staining her sleeves red, those crimson pupils full of ruthlessness and unwillingness.

She violently turned around; her fingertips moved, and several hundred Red Jellyfish appeared out of thin air, charging at the group of Yizhe behind her.

This was an attack condensed from her power, and also the last bit of time she fought for to escape toward the Shen Wu Xian Zhou.

"Puchi— Puchi—"

The over a thousand Yizhe struck by the Red Jellyfish instantly had their bodies collapse, turning into nothingness, not leaving a single trace.

But this did not stop the steps of the remaining Yizhe covering the sky and earth; on the contrary, it thoroughly enraged them, and their pursuit speed became even more fierce.

Countless chains, crystalline and transparent like crystals, appeared out of thin air, tightly winding around Chang Ye Yue's ankles, forcibly dragging her to a halt in place.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Chang Ye Yue's eyes; her body instantly erupted with dense red Virtual Number energy, forcibly blasting apart those Crystal Chains, fragments flying and scattering.

But the next second, Memory Energy covering the sky and earth converged together, forming a massive attack, carrying a heaven-destroying earth-annihilating momentum, striking fiercely toward Chang Ye Yue.

Chang Ye Yue gritted her silver teeth, both hands condensing the last of her Virtual Number energy, preparing for a final desperate fight.

Ever since a traitor appeared in the Yiting and they were severely slapped in the face by the Divine Martial Immortal Prefecture, the Yizhe pursuing her had become more and more numerous, so many she fundamentally could not kill them all.

No matter how strong she was, she would still grow fatigued, would still have periods of power vacuum.

And those Yizhe were like an unending stream of ants, dead-biting this "elephant" of her.

Bit by bit consuming her power, until she neared a desperate situation.

The attack arrived in an instant, breaking through her last defense; bone-piercing pain swept through her whole body; in Chang Ye Yue's eyes, only extreme unwillingness remained.

"This General taking in a lost Memory Prince — not excessive, right?"

A deep and domineering voice suddenly rang out, piercing through all the clamor.

Chang Ye Yue blanked slightly, subconsciously blinking her eyes, only to see a tall male figure instantly block in front of her.

That sky-covering earth-covering attack, as if a pause button had been pressed, hard-stopped in front of the man, unable to advance another fraction.

A towering back, a high-tied ponytail, hands behind back, surroundings emitting a looking-down-on-the-world aura, gaze icy, awe-inspiring without anger.

This was Xuan Ge's first impression on Chang Ye Yue, like a god descending, innately possessing deterrence.

But the next second, Chang Ye Yue's expression instantly somewhat broke character, a trace of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

Because the man blocking in front of her wore only a pair of black long pants on his lower body, his upper body bare.

On his skin still lingered clear bite marks and ambiguous red imprints, forming an extremely contrasting scene with his looking-down-on-the-world aura.