mtl008 Chapter 496 Combing Hair
Chapter 496 Combing Hair
"How about another question?"
Lin Ci'an's fingers clenched Chu Ziyu's collar.
"Answer me." His voice was as cold as ice. "Who are you working for?"
Chu Ziyu lowered his eyes, allowing the Son of God's nails to almost pierce his skin.
His breathing was steady, as if he felt no pain. He just gently held Lin Ci'an's wrist and pulled it apart with gentle but irresistible force.
"Your Highness," he whispered, "your hair is messy."
——He didn't answer.
Lin Ci'an's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Chu Ziyu seemed not to notice his anger. She just turned and walked to the dressing table and took out an ivory comb from the secret compartment.
There were intricate runes engraved on the comb handle, and it was the sacred object that Lin Ci'an had given him last year.
"Sit down." He said softly, his tone as calm as if he was discussing the weather.
Lin Ci'an stared at him, a storm surging in his emerald pupils.
But in the end, he sat down.
——He wanted to see what this knight who dared to avoid his question wanted to do.
Chu Ziyu stood behind him, gently gathering the Saint's scattered silver hair with his fingertips.
His movements were slow, as if he was treating some fragile treasure, the teeth of the comb moved upwards from the ends of the hair, patiently untangling each tiny knot.
Lin Ci'an looked at him in the mirror.
Chu Ziyu's expression was very focused, his eyelashes cast fine shadows under the candlelight, covering the emotions in his eyes. His fingertips occasionally brushed the back of the Son's neck, the temperature was slightly higher than that of ordinary people, like some kind of silent comfort.
"Do you think you can get away with it like this?" Lin Ci'an said coldly.
Chu Ziyu didn't answer, but continued to comb her hair.
His fingers ran through her long silver hair, his movements as gentle as combing the moonlight, again and again, as if this simple movement could conceal all the unspeakable secrets.
Lin Ci'an suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.
"Chu Ziyu."
The comb was suspended in mid-air.
Chu Ziyu finally raised his eyes and met the Son's gaze in the mirror. His eyes were deep, as if they contained the silence of an entire night.
"You know," he said softly, "there are some things...I can't say."
——It’s not “don’t want to”, but “can’t”.
Lin Ci'an's pupils contracted slightly.
Chu Ziyu's wrist gently turned under his palm, and he held his hand in reverse, and his fingertips silently stroked his palm a few times——
That is an ancient code.
"Trust me."
Lin Ci'an's fingers froze.
Chu Ziyu took the opportunity to withdraw his hand and continued to comb his hair. His movements were still steady, as if the secret signal just now was just an illusion.
The only sound in the room was the faint sound of the comb teeth rubbing against the hair.
After a long while, Lin Ci'an closed his eyes and whispered:
"You better know what you're doing."
Chu Ziyu's fingertips paused for a moment.
"I have always known this, Your Highness."
——His voice was very soft, but it sounded like some kind of oath.
The comb finally stopped at the end of the Son's hair. Chu Ziyu leaned over, his lips almost touching the tip of his ear, his breath burning:
"Just as it's clear...I'm yours forever."
(Underground Forbidden Area·Third Storage Room)
When Chu Ziyu stepped into the underground forbidden area, the darkness around him seemed to be substantial, stickily wrapping around his armor.
His footsteps were light, but each step was on the nodes of the sealing array, as if he was already familiar with every inch of the layout here.
"Sir, you are finally here."
In the shadows, a man in black knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse.
Chu Ziyu didn't look at him, but just raised his hand to signal him to stand up.
The moonlight filtered through the cracks in the dome, casting spider-web-like silver streaks on the bluestone ground.
Chu Ziyu knelt on one knee in the center of the sealing formation, his fingertips hovering three inches above the center of the formation, and he was hesitant to let go.
"My lord?" The leader of the men in black urged in a low voice, "If we delay any longer, the tide of holy power will..."
"Shut up." Chu Ziyu said coldly, the sun mark on his left chest glowing in the dark.
He lowered his eyes to look at the crystal bottle floating in the center of the formation - it contained the blood taken from Lin Ci'an's holy robe.