Global Floating Islands: I Have SSS Talent-Chapter 397 - 292: The Saintess’s Decision (Part 2)
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Next, everyone began to quickly navigate the Abyssal Rift once again.
With the aid of these secret elixirs, their combat power increased significantly, speeding up their progress.
Now, they can clear from level 50 to level 60 and defeat the final boss in about an hour and a half.
Everyone kept teleporting in and out.
Once again, they entered high-intensity battles.
Time passed like this for ten days...
During this period, Han Xing had two more transactions with Wu Ling’Er.
He gained a large amount of high-level materials again.
That day
Han Xing received a message from Wu Ling’Er asking him to visit the Royal Palace.
Han Xing summoned the Oracle Throne, and with a flash, arrived in the Royal City.
Ever since the invasion of the Shadow Legion was resolved, Han Xing’s comings and goings from the Royal City became very casual, without any obstruction.
Moreover, he headed straight for Wu Ling’Er’s private chamber, completely ignored by the Witch Race soldiers.
Lately, these Witch Race soldiers often saw Han Xing entering and exiting Wu Ling’Er’s room.
Previously, Wu Ling’Er set her chamber as a forbidden area.
Anything that needed discussing would have to be handled in the grand hall.
Even her most trusted person, Commander Kathy, had only been there once or twice.
But now, Han Xing visited Wu Ling’Er’s room almost every two or three days.
The expressions of the Witch Race soldiers were somewhat peculiar.
However, they didn’t dare look or think too much.
After all, neither Wu Ling’Er nor Han Xing the human were figures they could speculate about.
At this moment, Han Xing was unaware of the Witch Race soldiers’ thoughts.
Recently, he indeed frequently visited Wu Ling’Er’s room.
But it was mostly to discuss matters.
Sometimes, Han Xing needed to talk to her about something.
Other times, Wu Ling’Er contacted him through a Communication Jade.
Today, it was Wu Ling’Er who actively reached out to Han Xing.
Upon pushing open the door.
Han Xing saw Wu Ling’Er in a black silk dress, with black gauze draped over her shoulders.
She lay sideways at the edge of the bed, her long black hair cascading like a waterfall across the bed.
In this state, Wu Ling’Er had a dreamy beauty.
"Ling’Er, what’s the matter you wanted to see me about?" Han Xing asked straightforwardly.
Seeing Han Xing arrive, Wu Ling’Er nodded softly, "Hm, there are two things."
"The first thing is about the Void Soul Stones you asked me about yesterday; I’ve already asked."
"The High Priest indeed has some, and they’ve been expedited, probably arriving tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Han Xing’s expression suddenly brightened.
"That’s great! How many Void Soul Stones did he send?"
"About 120 stones, is that enough?"
Wu Ling’Er asked a bit cautiously.
She knows the quantities Han Xing requires are often enormous, worrying that over a hundred Void Soul Stones might not be sufficient.
However, it couldn’t be helped, as the High Priest only had over a hundred Void Soul Stones in total, and they’ve all been sent.
More than that, there were none.
Han Xing, hearing this, looked pleased and said, "Enough! More than enough!"
Void Soul Stones could build 12 High-Level Teleportation Arrays!
Although it’s unclear how long the teleportation cooldown for High-Level Arrays is, it’s likely shorter than that of Intermediate Teleportation Arrays.
Even if distributed between two main cities, with six arrays on each side, it should sufficiently teleport a large batch of survivors over.
Upon hearing Han Xing’s response, Wu Ling’Er also smiled.
At this moment, Han Xing seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, Ling’Er, what conditions did the High Priest set for those over a hundred Void Soul Stones?"
Wu Ling’Er shook her head, "No conditions, I personally asked for them, so it’s considered a personal favor."
"How could I let you owe a favor like that," Han Xing said hastily.
Wu Ling’Er chuckled softly, "No worries, Brother Han Xing needn’t mind that."
"Besides, I’m happy to be of help to you."
Han Xing said no more, merely kept Wu Ling’Er’s assistance in mind.
At this moment, Wu Ling’Er suddenly said shyly, "Brother Han Xing, could you come sit with me for a while?"
She gestured to the edge of the bed, inviting him with her hand.
After spending time together, Wu Ling’Er increasingly understood Han Xing.
Their relationship also gradually grew closer.
Looking at the divine-like maiden before him extending her hand to invite him.
Han Xing did not refuse, and sat down beside Wu Ling’Er’s bed.
Feeling the soft touch of the mattress and the scent unique to a woman’s chamber.
Suddenly, Han Xing felt the atmosphere in the room becoming somewhat subtle.
Wu Ling’Er saw Han Xing maintained a distance from her as he sat.
She covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her hips shifting slightly, then sat next to Han Xing.
The two of them felt each other’s warmth through the thin clothing.
Neither one spoke.
A moment later.
Wu Ling’Er suddenly spoke, "Brother Han Xing, soon, I will have to leave for a while."
Upon hearing these words, all sorts of thoughts in Han Xing’s mind instantly disappeared.
He quickly asked, "Leave? Where are you going?"
As soon as Han Xing turned his head, he saw Wu Ling’Er’s delicate, girlish face.
She was looking at him with a complex gaze.
Han Xing pondered for a moment, seemingly guessing where Wu Ling’Er was headed.
"Are you going to the border battlefield to participate in support?"
Wu Ling’Er was not surprised when Han Xing guessed correctly.
She nodded lightly, "Yes, the seventh defense line area has become the last battleground for the Witch Race and Shadow Legion."
"Every day, countless Witch Race soldiers are being dispatched there."
"But you know, our overall strength is not actually comparable to the Shadow Legion."
"Our advantage is relying on those high-tier defense towers and ancient weapons."
"But now, the Shadow Legion has found ways to counter these defense towers."
"So, the crucial power deciding the battlefield’s direction falls on us, the legendary powerhouses."
"In times of crisis, each one of us Witch Race people has a responsibility."
Han Xing furrowed his brow upon hearing this, "I’ll go with you."
Before he could continue, Wu Ling’Er suddenly extended her small hand, covering Han Xing’s mouth to stop him from speaking further.
This intimate gesture was something Wu Ling’Er wouldn’t show in front of outsiders.
Only when alone with Han Xing did she seem especially bold.
Then, she gazed at Han Xing, removing her small hand from his lips.
The softness of her touch still lingered at his mouth.
Just then, Han Xing suddenly saw an exquisite face rapidly magnifying before him.
"Wu..."
Before Han Xing could say anything, he found his lips blocked by a soft touch.
"Brother Han Xing, don’t say anything..."
At that moment, Han Xing’s mind buzzed.
He forgot what he was thinking about.
He only felt the sweet taste and fragrance constantly wafting to his nose.
He subconsciously embraced Wu Ling’Er.
Through the light veil, he felt her slender figure and tender skin.
At that moment, Wu Ling’Er’s body gently trembled.
"Mmm..."
As a soft moan escaped the girl’s mouth.
Her actions not only didn’t stop, but became even more passionate.
The two of them were tightly entwined.
For a long time...
Only then did they separate from their entanglement.
At this moment, the desire within Han Xing had been stirred, and he kept breathing heavily, watching Wu Ling’Er.
Wu Ling’Er smiled charmingly, stood up from the edge of the bed, and then came to Han Xing.
The next moment.
The black veil on Wu Ling’Er’s shoulders slid down.
Her graceful body was completely revealed to Han Xing.
Han Xing’s breathing became even heavier.
He reached out and embraced her.
Their body temperatures instantly rose.
However, Wu Ling’Er’s earlier expressions seemed bold.
Yet at this point, she appeared incredibly shy.
Only her mosquito-like voice was heard saying softly, "Brother Han Xing... be... gentle..."
Beneath the bed, the sound of their breathing continued...
Two hours later, the movements gradually ceased.
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Han Xing leaned against the bed, looking at the girl resting on his chest, love flowing in his eyes.
He stroked Wu Ling’Er’s waterfall-like black hair, with a strange feeling in his heart.
This Witch Race Saintess, who appeared untouched by the smoke of life, with a cool temperament, was unexpectedly so... passionate in bed.
Although it was her first time, her movements were quite inexperienced.
Yet she continuously tried to accommodate Han Xing.
In this regard, it quite matched the character of Witch Race people.
"Brother Han Xing..."
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