Chapter 302: Chapter 302

"Ninth Master!" Lu Feng called out.

If the Ninth Master had already gone mad and had to kill someone now, Lu Feng would rather be the one killed, not the young lady.

His voice successfully attracted Li Tianyao’s attention. Just as he turned to look at Lu Feng, An Yan suddenly reached out and held his face.

"Husband, it’s me, your little girl."

Li Tianyao turned his face back, his eyes, with their colored contacts, wooden and eerie.

But An Yan noticed that his movements noticeably stalled for a moment.

The hand around her neck also eased its grip slightly.

An Yan was both frightened and overjoyed, her smile slowly blossoming.

"Husband, I’m An Yan, the little girl you’re desperately trying to protect."

In front of Li Tianyao, everything was a blizzard of white. His mind was filled with chaotic noise, and the pain escalated from threads and strands to an overwhelming torrent, throbbing from every angle without respite.

So annoying! So annoying! If he killed all these things that made noise, the world would be quiet.

The loosening fingers tightened again.

An Yan was startled and, while she could still speak, hurriedly said, "Husband! I know you’re in pain! But don’t be afraid, I’m here with you."

Ignoring her own discomfort, An Yan would even lean in to kiss him if possible.

But Li Tianyao was highly vigilant.

She could not get close, nor could she show any intention to struggle or resist at this moment, because she feared that in his current state, he would prioritize killing anyone who resisted.

Li Tianyao still felt miserable but vaguely sensed something was off. The prey he was choking seemed a bit different.

After An Yan completely lost her voice, the familiar, hesitating feeling also vanished for Li Tianyao.

His grip grew stronger and stronger.

Just as he was about to snap that slender neck, a scalding tear fell onto his arm.

His vision was still a blanket of white.

But the warmth on his hand made him hesitate once more.

He felt the prey before him might be something he should not kill.

His fingers slowly released their hold.

An Yan desperately wanted to cough, but she endured.

Without a second thought, she flung herself onto Li Tianyao, clinging to his neck.

Her lips collided heavily with his.

When she threw herself at him, Li Tianyao had already decided to kill her.

But quickly, he became captivated by her scent. It carried a faint aroma of milk tea, along with a soft, familiar touch.

He felt as though he had made the same gesture with her countless times before.

Almost instinctively, he switched from passive to active, kissing her back.

The hand that had been raised, ready to strike her, slowly settled on her back, gradually exerting more pressure.

The noise in his head subsided, and his senses cleared little by little.

Realizing his change, An Yan wept for joy.

"Husband, see? Whether you’re conscious or not, whether you’re having an episode or not, you just can’t bear to hurt me. You’re amazing!"

An Yan waved her finger.

Lu Feng immediately gestured for everyone in the conference room to leave.

Li Tianyao paid no attention to the others; at this moment, his eyes were only for her.

An Yan pulled him to sit down.

Then she straddled his lap.

Holding him tightly, she waited, waiting for Li Tianyao to come back to his senses completely.

It might take a few minutes or a few hours. It didn’t matter, as long as he woke up. Once he woke up, she would have to send him away no matter what.

Li Yanluo knew something must have happened to Li Tianyao as soon as she saw Luolie approaching.

She smiled gleefully.

"Even if you chop off my hand, even if you pull out my tongue, you can’t stop me from casting spells on Ninth Brother. With just a thought, he will suffer worse than death!"

"However, Luolie, if you’re willing to go against An Yan’s wishes and not lay a hand on me, I promise I won’t cast spells so casually in the future. After all, I love Ninth Brother, and I don’t want to see him in pain."

Luolie didn’t listen to her at all and drew his knife with a WHOOSH.

Li Yanluo was shocked and hurriedly said, "I have a medicine that can alleviate Ninth Brother’s pain. If you listen to me, I’ll hand over the medicine!"

Luolie was momentarily tempted.

But it was only for a moment before he acted decisively and cut off Li Yanluo’s tongue at the base!

To prevent her from using any inconceivable methods, he directly chopped the tongue into pieces—the kind that couldn’t be reattached!

He was no fool. If Li Yanluo truly had the medicine, why wouldn’t she use it herself?

However, in the final moment before he acted, Li Yanluo uttered an incantation. As her tongue fell, she also stopped breathing.

Luolie’s face changed drastically.

He immediately opened her mouth and sprinkled in some hemostatic medicine.

Although the tongue contains many blood vessels, the major ones are at the back. Luolie had cut the middle and back part. Soon after the hemostatic medicine was administered, it took effect.

After ensuring there was no risk of blood backflow, Luolie began to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on Li Yanluo!

The young lady said that Li Yanluo couldn’t die because if she did, they wouldn’t know whose body she would be reborn into, and then it would be difficult to capture her again.

Boundless darkness, without a trace.

Yan An felt as if she were a lost soul, inexplicably brought to this place by an unknown force.

And then, she couldn’t leave.

She tried countless methods. She wanted to run, but had no legs! She wanted to call out, but had no mouth! Her body was gone!

What was more terrifying, she felt herself slowly becoming forgetful, which was horrifying.

In order not to fade away, she desperately began to recall everything about herself, trying to think, remember, and review with all her heart!

She was Yan An. Her father was Yan Guitu, her mother Shen Lan, her grandfather Yan Cheng, and her grandmother Qin Sujian. She had always lived in the United States, and her greatest wish was to help her grandparents find their youngest paternal aunt.

Her youngest paternal aunt’s name was Yan Yuyan.

Lost at the age of two, Yan An’s name was derived from her aunt’s. Her major was...

As she struggled to remember, a streak of light suddenly pierced the dark world.

Yan An, delighted, dashed towards the light.

Finally, she burst through, back to the normal world as she remembered it.

And then she saw a man lying over her body.

His hands pressed on her heart, and after three compressions, he leaned down to breathe into her mouth.

So, was he performing artificial respiration on her?

Yan An pushed at him with her hand.

The man obviously heaved a sigh of relief, but the next second, he grabbed her hand and raised a shining knife.

Yan An’s face turned pale with fright.

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Her tongue, along with her entire mouth, was numb and in pain whenever she tried to open it.

She didn’t understand what was happening. This man had just been trying to save her, and now he seemed to want to harm her.

Yan An struggled desperately, her terror causing tears to stream down her face.

Luolie slashed with his knife and missed, then promptly grabbed her entire arm and pressed it onto the table.

"Don’t move, and I’ll only cut off your fingers. Move, and I’ll chop off the whole hand!"