Chapter 1741 - 1736: Bitter Fruit (30)
Chapter 1741: Chapter 1736: Bitter Fruit (30)
It seems to glimpse a manifestation of inner struggle.
In the blink of an eye, the two Hilarys are at odds, nearly about to fight over who holds themselves in an embrace.
As for Fu Qian, the involved party, he remains unfazed, his body equally unmoved, simply posing a spectator stance.
The current situation, represented by Hilary I, clearly symbolizes her thoughts before they evolved.
Belief collapsing, reviled by thousands, yet persistently unwilling to give up, a hopeless guardian.
As for Xi II, with her eyes covered, without a doubt, it’s the new aspect developed from endless speculation in this interminable torment.
More extreme, a belief filled with nihilistic style.
So this scene, I’m afraid, has been rehearsed countless times in the protagonist’s mind.
"What is the meaning? Numb persistence, yet never pondering why it no longer receives a response?"
Not surprisingly, the progressive thought shows an attack power visibly substantial, coldly sneering without waiting for the opponent to speak.
"Or have you seriously pondered why, and ultimately, like others, attributed the responsibility to ’Them’?"
"They abandoned us? And this persistence’s meaning is to remind Them of their evil deeds?"
Not surprisingly, such self-attacks cut sharply, piercing to the core.
"Nonsense! Not being cherished anymore is solely due to our lack of devotion—"
Hilary I’s face, already devoid of color, now resembles white wax.
"Is that so? So you’ve persisted in this insufficiently devoted faith for so long, continuing to offend Them?"
"Then, indeed, I spoke wrongly, your persistence is meaningful—"
Unfortunately, it’s well known that losing control of emotions in a debate is a major taboo.
Hilary I’s emotions haven’t been fully expressed before Xi II interrupts with a cold sneer.
"Shut up!"
The latter’s voice, already uncontrollable, nearly amounts to giving up debate.
"I can shut up, but dare you tell yourself you’ve never had such doubts even once?"
"I’m quite busy, both uninterested in talk shows."
Seeing Hilary I almost roll her eyes in distress, Fu Qian admiringly sees the brilliance and casually reminds.
"To win over me, this customer, and gain this merit, you should quickly showcase your unique skills."
...
The reminder about the two Hilarys is also directed at the underlying Dorian.
Despite blurred perception of the "real world" outside, Fu Qian still confirms Dorian remains in a similar state of self-forgetfulness.
For this mastermind, trying to manipulate everything always is not so simple.
Thus, Fu Qian believes his words will be received first.
And he’s not bluffing; although the scene is bizarrely alluring, even as the two Hilarys appear in the stone chamber, that intoxicating fragrance strengthens considerably.
But it’s still not enough.
What Dorian needs to accomplish this time isn’t merely concocting a bizarre scene to deceive him but genuinely giving his all.
This is why Fu Qian shows no enthusiasm for the proposal of an embrace.
Judging by the current scenario, the embrace is undoubtedly accompanied by changes worth exploring, still of experiential value.
But this is apparently something Dorian wants to lure him into, and the less he does it, the more it forces him to employ more strategies.
Such as now.
"You will not seduce me, Evil Demon!"
After a brief standstill, neither Hilary has any intention of abandoning the dispute, and the conflict quickly escalates.
Leaving the customer aside, Hilary I takes the lead and stands decisively.
Full of resolute judgment, she rises with an unwavering stance.
"Yes, I’m seducing you, and what can you do about it?"
Xi II, unwilling to back down, confronts her with derision and approaches actively.
Hmm!
The imagined hair-pulling battle does not occur; the two characters with identical height and arm span choose simultaneously the same tactical move—
A momentary approach, they each reach out and simultaneously grasp each other’s neck.
With effort to draw the other close, almost exchanging breaths, both leave one hand idle only to continue the remarkable consistency, embracing from behind.
Under this passionate embrace, that intoxicating fragrance again increases significantly.
...
Truly deserving of a hug that ordinary people can’t endure a second time within a short period, evidently being used as a skill to retain the customer.
If memory serves, Hilary’s self-described significance of a hug is "to cleanse the stains from the human heart," quite fitting in this embodiment of thought argument.
Silently commenting, Fu Qian gives face by not hastily leaving.
Although the rapidly intensifying fragrance seems to float his cerebral leaves, it continues to increase.
The air seems lit, transforming into a flow of fragrant liquid, inhaling from lungs to brain, swiftly cleansing inner discomfort.
Like the cries of the will.
Indeed, this sense of grievance caused by his previous actions toward Sara exhibits a hint of transcendence, even entering the Dream without any color loss, constantly noisy from earlier.
Under the fragrance’s impact, it surprisingly weakens.
This comfort makes choosing to stay seem more enticing.
Not merely that, it’s not just the stains of the soul being reduced, but also the acknowledgment of these stains itself—
The crying weakens, and the acknowledgment of the cries likewise diminish.
Truly gives the sense of a mind without hindrance, touching nirvana.
But it’s still not enough.
A will repeatedly forged in fire is unlikely to easily succumb to a mere taste of charm.
"Wonderful, if there’s nothing more, I’ll take my leave."
Appreciating the two Hilarys, Fu Qian continues to exhibit his high standards and requirements, not showing immediate intent to turn around.
Uh—
And this astounding severity indeed brings significant pressure; the Hilarys, neck tightly grasped, emit a distinctive moan.
Moreover, the two bodies already tightly pressed together continue to lean over, extending arms in tandem.
Have they designed an audience interaction segment? Their intention is indeed earnest.
Faced with this scenario, even strict Fu Qian slightly nods and cooperates by reaching out his hand.
The two extended hands feel boneless, directly entwining vine-like.
And that’s just the beginning; the softer bodies glide to follow, pressing tightly at front and back.