Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 259

Chapter 259

“What a pain.”

He murmured the words, then reached a hand out to her.

The moment Beili walked over, he wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her into his embrace.

A second before the raindrops fell.

A dense black mist, thick as satin, appeared above their heads.

Like an umbrella, it slowly spread out, blocking the large drops of rain as they came pouring down.

At the sound of thunder and rain, the singing inside the flat-roofed house came to an abrupt stop.

Then came a burst of excited clamor and the hurried sound of people moving around.

The door was yanked open, and the people inside surged out, holding pots, bowls, ladles, and basins as they excitedly caught the rainwater falling from the sky.

Anything that could hold water was gathered up and set on the ground.

Some of them had already returned indoors, while the rest were still too excited to move, kneeling on the ground and letting the rain fall over them.

As if they were receiving a baptism.

The rain kept falling, turning the dust-covered ground damp and muddy.

This rain would last for several days. Once it stopped, Tilisha’s blood-red river water would return to normal.

And then a new disaster would begin.

Listening to the rain, a trace of peace appeared in Beili’s dim crimson eyes.

“Ashera, what are you feeling right now?”

Ashera lowered his lashes and gently stroked her hair, asking in return, “Why do you ask?”

“Just asking.”

The louder the rain became, the more peace she felt inside… though it might also have been because Ashera was beside her.

“I like rainy days,” Beili said, then turned her face and lightly pressed it against his broad chest.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Ashera’s lips, and his voice was soft and gentle. “All right. I can feel how much you like it.”

The two of them sat on a black mist “bench,” with a black mist “umbrella” over their heads.

They did not look like ordinary people in the slightest.

The people hiding inside the flat-roofed house murmured among themselves for a while. A moment later, an older man came over at a leisurely pace with an umbrella, kindly inviting them inside to rest.

…

The rain was still falling outside.

Inside, the air was warm.

After Beili and Ashera sat down together at an empty table, they could feel almost every gaze in the room landing on them at the same time.

But the quiet only lasted a short while. Soon, the singing and dancing began again.

…

In the corner, several young men instantly grew heated when their gazes touched upon the gray-haired, red-eyed girl. It was as if flames had ignited in their eyes.

Even though a young man was sitting right beside her, pressed close.

Taking all of this in, the curve of Ashera’s thin, cold lips suddenly lifted into a smile.

Just then, a little boy ran over with a piece of candy in his hand, quickly stuffed it into Beili’s palm, then turned and ran away.

At the sight, the people in the flat-roofed house burst into laughter.

Hearing everyone around her laugh, Beili had no choice but to follow along and tug out a faint smile.

The Morpho Butterflies had told her to come inside, indicating that they had come up with a rough plan that might achieve the effect she wanted.

Beili was still wondering about it inwardly when, in the next instant, she met Ashera’s golden eyes, which carried a dangerous edge.

He gripped her hand with a little force, and Beili was pulled by that strength, leaning toward him.

Then he bent down and murmured by her ear, his meaning unclear, “It seems the people here like you very much.”

His deep voice held a hint of laughter, yet also carried a nearly imperceptible chill.

Beili froze slightly. Clearly sensing that something was off in his tone, she widened her red eyes in disbelief.

There was no need to get jealous over a little kid, was there?

“He’s just a little boy.”

A bit of helplessness entered her voice.

Could this be the so-called rough plan the Morpho Butterflies had mentioned?

Wasn’t it a little too rough…?

“Mm. A little boy.”

Ashera answered with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Then his golden gaze swept, almost imperceptibly, over the young men in the corner whose eyes were burning with heat.

The curve of his thin, cold lips deepened by degrees.

“I know. Little boys this age… are delicious,” he said slowly.
The corner of Beili’s mouth twitched despite herself.

This guy… was saying strange things again.

“There’s still no need to eat…”

She lowered her voice helplessly.

“The little boy doesn’t have any Mana, and he isn’t evil. To you, he’d probably taste like wax, right?”

Thinking the Morpho Butterflies couldn’t possibly be that unreliable, Beili swept her gaze around the room again. Only then did her eyes meet those of the men in the corner.

Those men were raising their brows and smiling at her without the slightest attempt to hide it.

Oh…

Actually, it wasn’t just the men. Some of the unpartnered girls in the room were also secretly sizing Ashera up.

It was just that he didn’t look especially approachable, so the girls were still watching for now. No one dared come forward and start a conversation yet.

After all.

In Tilisha, love was free, unbound by anything.

There was no helping it. The local customs here really were that open.

Since coming to Tilisha, she had passed through all sorts of towns, large and small, and had more or less gotten used to it.

Beili unwrapped the piece of candy in her hand and quickly popped it into his mouth.

“Have some candy first, Ashera. It should help cover up that weird sour taste.”

She smiled with her lips pressed together.

Sour taste?

After he understood the meaning behind her words, Ashera’s tightly drawn brows relaxed slightly, and he held the candy in his mouth.

“Little Butterfly.”

He tilted his head, his lashes lowered, his tone slow and unhurried.

“When they look at you like that, they’re already offending me. Do you know that?”

Offending someone who had taken back two of his things was a very serious matter.

When he raised his head again, a cold glint flashed through his golden eyes.

But he would let it go for now.

At the rate his Mana was disappearing, he didn’t even know if the Mana in his body would be enough to support him until they left this damned place called Tilisha.

Suppressing his emotions, he looked toward the curtain of rain outside the window.

The rain still had not stopped.

At that moment, even as sweetness slid down his throat, Ashera felt unbearably irritated.

His expression darkened slightly. Then, all at once, he slowly tasted something else beneath the sweetness.

A faint dizziness began to spread quietly through his mind.

There was something wrong with the candy.

If he had not eaten this candy, then the one who would have eaten it was…

In an instant, Ashera found his reason to kill.

…

The singing and the music suddenly stopped.

After a series of muffled thuds, everything fell silent.

Beili had only lowered her head for a moment to communicate with the Morpho Butterflies in her heart.

By the time she lifted her head again, the scene inside the room had changed beyond recognition.

Dense black mist surged through the entire room like a raging dark tide.

It turned into a lethal poison, ending the lives of everyone except her.

Just like that, Ashera killed them all.

Even though they were only people in a dream.

Clang, clang.

The crisp sound of iron Chains coiling and colliding rang beside her ears.

Looking at the room full of corpses, Beili stared blankly for a long while, her red eyes trembling, before she finally turned to look at Ashera.

He sat beside her with his legs crossed, one elbow propped on his knee, his posture languid.

Because he had violated the Contract, a bottomless black fissure had appeared beneath his seat.

Pitch-black Chains were stretching out from the fissure, coiling around Ashera’s body loop by loop like snakes.

Only black, gold, and a thin layer of crimson remained in Ashera’s eyes.

His hand rested on his knee, the tips of his fingers stained pitch-black. A dark aura so thick it was suffocating radiated from his body.

Ashera watched everything before him with a smile in his eyes.

Then, suddenly…

As if sensing something, he slowly turned and met the girl’s trembling red eyes.

“Little Butterfly… are you afraid of me?”

His voice had turned hoarse, as if scorched.

He reached out and caught her chin. His blackened fingertips stroked her cheek, and he spoke slowly in a soothing tone.

“Don’t be afraid. This wedding is fake. These people were planning to do something bad. I merely cut off their chance to make a move.”

“But…”

He spoke slowly.

“If you’re afraid of me because of this, I will be very angry.”