Chapter 804: Dan Heng X Luo Sha

So the whole set of setup just now—Chi Ming Dragon Lord, Yin Yue Lord, the Five Heroes of the Cloud's salacious gossip—precisely struck Dan Heng's head in Huan Long's Cognition. Huan Long's mouth twitched upward.

That moment was extremely fast, fast enough that Sai Fei Er didn't even notice.

Her folded ears twitched slightly, and deep in her pupils flashed a playful glint.

This cat's storytelling ability is indeed interesting.

Moreover, what she said wasn't entirely wrong; Chi Ming Dragon Lord really is Dan Heng's previous life.

If we pin all those salacious rumors about Jing Yuan and Ying Xing onto Dan Heng's head, and pair that with Dan Heng now standing seriously face‑to‑face with a blond handsome man—

Huan Long's mouth twitched upward a little more.

It doesn't affect the plan, but it's certainly fun.

Sai Fei Er extended a hand, her finger—gloved in black leather—pointing toward Dan Heng and Luo Sha.

"Look at these two's interaction,"

her canine tooth flashed at the lip, "they don't even look like it's their first meeting; look, look, that distance, that angle, that hand's position. It's clearly flirting."

Huo Huo looked in the direction she indicated.

Dan Heng and Luo Sha stood face‑to‑face.

The distance between them was about two steps; Dan Heng's expression was Calm, Luo Sha wore a slight smile, and the two were conversing normally.

No flirting, no touching.

But from Sai Fei Er and Huo Huo's angled side view, half a corridor away and partially obscured by a column's shadow, it did look a bit subtle.

Luo Sha's slightly forward‑leaning torso visually shortened the gap, and Dan Heng's slightly raised chin, from a certain angle, seemed to actively face the other.

Moreover, due to Sai Fei Er's lingering influence, even Huo Huo felt the atmosphere between the two was unusual.

Then an unexpected thing happened.

Among the seven demon‑shadow corpses that had fallen to the ground, one suddenly moved.

That corpse had been struck on the back of the head by Dan Heng's gun tail; theoretically it should have been completely immobilized, but it was clearly feigning death, its fingers silently gripping a crack in the stone slab, body pressed to the ground and sliding forward without a sound.

The instant Dan Heng sensed the abnormal airflow behind him, that demon‑shadow body sprang up, its deformed arm turning into a sharp golden bone spike that jabbed at Dan Heng's rear heart.

Luo Sha reacted extremely quickly.

His left hand released from the coffin, stepped forward, while his right hand simultaneously shot out, grabbing Dan Heng's arm and pulling it violently toward himself.

The pull was strong; Dan Heng tried to sidestep but his balance was forced off, his foot slipped on the stone slab, and his whole body lunged forward.

The bone spike brushed Dan Heng's back, tearing a small piece of fabric from his coat.

At the same instant, Luo Sha's right hand's silver slender sword was already unsheathed, its blade drawing a swift silver arc through the air, the tip precisely stabbing the demon‑shadow body's forehead.

The ink‑green iris‑flower pattern on the blade flashed at the moment of impact; the demon‑shadow body stiffened, the bone spike hung mid‑air, then the whole body shattered into countless tiny golden light specks that vanished into the air. Then the dock fell silent.

Dan Heng's face pressed against Luo Sha's chest.

Luo Sha's left hand still clutched his arm, his right hand's sword had just been sheathed at his waist, and his other arm wrapped around Dan Heng's waist.

The fabric of his black high‑collar tight suit was extremely thin; Luo Sha could feel Dan Heng's breath through it, the heat hitting his chest.

Dan Heng could smell a faint floral scent from Luo Sha's collar.

Luo Sha's palm remained on Dan Heng's lower back; his fingers were long and strong, and even through the fabric Luo Sha could feel the palm's slight coolness.

Dan Heng's fingers instinctively clutched Luo Sha's arm, his nails digging into the embroidered pattern of the ink‑green silk scarf, the scarf's texture soft as a handful of water.

Both froze at the same time.

About a second and a half passed.

But in Sai Fei Er's eyes, that instant was enough for her to swivel her head at top speed, her cat ears perking up with a snap, Tail exploding into a silver‑blue furball, her gem‑blue eyes widening, then, in a tone of discovery, she said to Huo Huo, "Look, look, look! I knew there was something wrong with these two! In broad daylight! In front of everyone! They just hugged! So tight! Pressing against the chest! Embracing the waist!"

Huo Huo opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Dan Heng and Luo Sha separated at breakneck speed.

Dan Heng stepped back, his back hitting a wooden crate stacked on the dock, producing a muffled thud.

Luo Sha withdrew his hand, smoothed the crooked green silk scarf with his right hand, and gave a light cough with his left.

He looked at Dan Heng; a brief flash of embarrassment crossed his olive‑green eyes, but he quickly masked it with a deeper smile.

"Sorry."

Luo Sha said, his voice still elegant, but the tone now carried a hint of awkwardness, like an extra spoonful of sugar dropped into a cup of tea, "It was sudden, I offended you."

Dan Heng lowered his gaze, his left hand gripping the gun barrel of the Cloud‑Striking spear, his knuckles whitening.

"... It's fine."

He turned his sight away, looking toward the distant pier, not toward Luo Sha.

Several dozen meters away, Sai Fei Er's cat ears were already nearly pointing to the sky.

Her Tail swished back and forth behind her, her mouth corner pulled almost to her ears.

She looked down at Huo Huo, saying in a tone of "I've finally got solid proof," "Huo little sister, you saw that hug just now, right? Straight into the arms! Face to chest! Embracing the waist! Rubbing! Could this be a passerby? It's clearly a long‑awaited reunion!"

She grew more excited, gesturing with both hands, "And did you notice, that blond guy, when he pulled the other, his hand grabbed the arm. The arm. Such a large area, yet he grabbed the arm. After grabbing, he didn't let go, he supported the waist. A man pulling another man, after grabbing the arm he doesn't release but supports the waist—what does that mean? It's an instinctive protective move! It's subconscious body language! Body language never lies!"

Huo Huo struggled to pull her gaze away from Dan Heng and Luo Sha.

Her brain was processing two streams of information simultaneously; she knew Sai Fei Er was rambling, but the ability made her feel the nonsense had logic.

She knew Dan Heng being pulled was an accident, but that posture truly looked like a throw‑into‑the‑arms embrace.

Huan Long suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, put that shy innocent face back on, and softly said, "It seems... it seems there's... that."

"It's not 'a bit'!"