I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 169 If Sister is scared, Hold Her Tighter

He just pouted, suppressing his emotions, walked over, took her hand, and held it tightly.

The two men walked along the shore, frowning, as a stench of decay and blood assaulted their nostrils.

Su Fengling had no choice but to move closer to her; at least the smell on her body made him feel less uncomfortable.

He walked closer and closer until his hands encircled her waist, and her chin brushed against his earlobe.

Perhaps the alluring spell from before hadn't completely dissipated, as Su Fengling also experienced a slight loss of consciousness.

Zhongli Yueluo covered her nose with one hand; if she kept smelling it, her nose would break.

"Sister, is there a red light ahead?"

He rested his chin on her shoulder, looking straight at her in the same direction as her gaze.

Sure enough, a faint red light appeared ahead, and there seemed to be a vague cave entrance there.

The two continued moving towards the red light, but their slow progress was due to their posture.

He was unwilling to let go of her, so she let him be.

Su Fengling felt that the speed was too slow, so he simply bent down and picked her up.

It's hard to believe that she could sit on his forearm with her arms around his neck.

"My sister's scent always makes me feel comfortable. It's so pungent here. I hope my arm won't hurt her?"

At this moment, Zhongli Yueluo looked down at him, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

He was clearly enjoying the position, and she happened to be leaning in front of him, blocking out the pungent smell.

"Sister, please hold me tighter, I'm going to speed up!" Her eyes crinkled, and she smiled beautifully.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved with lightning speed, lightly touching the shore.

Soon, the vaguely visible opening gradually magnified before their eyes.

The red lanterns flickered, making the cave entrance seem very deep, with a faint light always emanating from inside.

"If you're scared, just hug me tight."

He nudged her arm, helping her find a more comfortable position.

"Um, how about we put me down? This cave is too narrow."

Being held by him is certainly relaxing, but if danger arises, he could catch them off guard.

"Sister, no." He rubbed his face against her.

Fortunately, the cave is more than two people tall, so even if Su Fengling carries her like this, she won't hit her head.

Zhongli Yueluo, afraid of touching his head, curled up and hugged his neck even tighter.

Su Fengling chuckled to herself, but her gaze remained fixed ahead, and there was a strange, indescribable feeling about the atmosphere.

A layer of black gas could be seen floating in front of us.

Su Fengling waved his hand lightly to disperse them, and soon he was facing off against several masked children.

They were dealing with the bodies, while they were still staring blankly at the cave entrance.

He tilted his head, pondering why there were two living people here.

Su Fengling also looked at the children, but the two he was chasing were not among them.

The masks they wore were all very similar, making it impossible to tell who was who; they could only be identified by their breath.

Upon seeing this, Zhongli Yueluo quickly jumped off Su Fengling.

A hand gripped his sleeve tightly: "Little brother."

Su Fengling merely gave a cold laugh, then took the binding sword in his hand.

"I didn't expect this thing to be mass-produced!"

Zhongli Yueluo, of course, had no idea what he meant.

Immediately, a child named Aba Aba rushed over.

Without even blinking, Su Fengling kicked him and sent him flying against the cave wall.

The mask on the child's face was also broken in two.

Zhongli Yueluo only glanced at that terrifying face, but it lingered in her mind.

His facial features seemed to have been twisted together again, and his face was bluish-black.

There were several spots with bumpy, pus-filled bumps that looked disgusting.

Su Fengling blocked her way: "Sister, don't look, it'll offend your eyes!"

But she had already seen it, and it was too late.

Then, the children rushed towards them one after another, but their strength was only average.

Su Fengling didn't even move his sword; he simply kicked them away with his feet.

Even her other hand never left Zhongli Yueluo's waist.

"Why are there so many? This can't go on like this." Zhongli Yueluo grabbed Su Fengling's collar and said.

"It seems that the further we go in, the more monsters there are, and the aura of the brat who was chasing my sister is getting stronger and stronger."

Zhongli Yueluo closed her eyes, and the Blood Flute appeared in her hand: "Little brother, we need to hurry."

Then, he brought the blood flute to his lips, and a melodious tune began to play.

The children were taken aback at first, but Su Fengling blinked, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

He accompanied Zhongli Yueluo's melody.

Wielding the sword in his hand, he turned his body to the side and created a half-whirlwind.

A transparent barrier rose up around them, and the children who rushed too fast were bounced away by the barrier.

All that could be heard was the sound of "ah ah," and the masks of all the children were torn off, rendering them unable to move.

It seems that the mask also has some kind of blessing on them; these children must all be normal children.

I don't know what kind of evil was used to refine them into this state.

Then I remembered that big cauldron; I guessed that's where the products were made.

"Sister, look ahead."

Zhongli Yueluo looked in the direction of the sound and found an iron gate.

No children were blocking their way, and the two of them approached each other.

The iron gate felt icy cold to the bone when touched by fingers; it was unclear how long it had been tainted by evil energy.

Su Fengling drew talismans in the air with his sword.

Then, flames burst into the air, circling the iron gate.

There seemed to be some kind of restriction on the iron gate, but it was burned through by the flames, and you could hear crackling sounds.

Su Fengling kicked the iron gate roughly again, but the gate didn't budge.

Zhongli Yueluo pushed her away, but Su Fengling grabbed her and said, "Sister, don't touch these dirty things."

But then she pushed the door open, and it seemed that this door was only responsive to gentle persuasion. Su Fengling rolled her eyes.

Inside was another long, dark passage, with candles casting a pale blue glow around it.

It changes color from blue to green to red.

The smell was damp, rotten, and musty, which reminded her of when she was imprisoned in an underground jail.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but gag. Su Fengling quickly asked with concern, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Her face was pale and she looked pained. She patted the back of his hand, shook her head, and didn't reply.

"Sister must be tired." He put his arm around her waist and lifted her up in his arms, and she did not struggle.

Holding Su Fengling in my arms at this moment, I felt exceptionally at ease.

"Sister, if you bury your head in my arms, you won't smell these disgusting odors anymore." He looked at her, his eyes full of tenderness.

This time she was obedient, resting her head on his chest and hanging her arms around his neck.

Breathe in his soothing scent.

He smiled broadly, even somewhat grateful for the boy's pursuit; normally, she would have definitely rejected him.