pertwk Chapter 555 Feng Xiaoyu's Slow Change Of Heart
Chapter 555 Feng Xiaoyu's Slow Change Of Heart
Chapter 555 Feng Xiaoyu's Slow Change Of Heart
Dong Aigou paced nervously within the cavern, the faint glow of his soul lamp illuminating the cavern walls. Hours had bled into one another since Feng Xiaoyu had entered Yin Lian's abode. He kept checking the signal amplifier embedded in his own earring, a device specifically designed to pick up the faint signal from Feng Xiaoyu's earring.
Finally, a tremor ran through the amplifier, a single, pre-arranged pulse. Relief washed over Dong Aigou. Feng Xiaoyu had made contact. He activated his own teleportation artifact, a swirling vortex of blue light encompassing him before dissipating him from the cavern.
He reappeared before a startled Feng Xiaoyu, who quickly masked her surprise with a sly smile.
"How did it go?" Dong Aigou wasted no time in his inquiry, his eyes filled with a question that demanded a clear answer.
Feng Xiaoyu, a sly smile playing on her lips, tilted her head with a hint of pride. "My charm worked wonders, Aigou," she boasted. "Wang Jian is putty in my hands. It will be child's play to lure him into the trap."
However, a mischievous glint flickered in her eyes as she added, "There's one minor detail."
Dong Aigou's stomach clenched. "What is it?"
"To ensure he follows me willingly, I need to... cultivate a closer relationship," Feng Xiaoyu explained, her voice dripping with faux innocence. "I need to spend more time with him, cater to his desires, make him trust me completely."
Dong Aigou's jaw clenched tight. The very idea of Feng Xiaoyu playing damsel in distress to Wang Jian made his blood boil. But he understood the necessity. Reason overruled his possessive anger.
"Do what needs to be done," he said through gritted teeth. "Just make sure this 'cultivating a relationship' doesn't become a real one."
He could see the amusement dancing in Feng Xiaoyu's eyes, but she simply nodded. "Of course, Aigou," she said, her voice laced with playful sarcasm. "My affections are reserved for someone far more worthy."
Dong Aigou forced a smile. "Alright, Feng Xiaoyu. Do whatever you need to. Just make sure it works."
He observed her hesitation, the way her resistance melted with every passing day.He saw the flicker of doubt in her eyes as she contemplated their future together. A small smile played on his lips. He had her right where he wanted her – caught between a fading loyalty and the allure of power.
Meanwhile, deep within the earth, Dong Aigou toiled tirelessly. Days bled into weeks, the cavern becoming a labyrinth of glowing lines and humming formations. The platform of obsidian pulsed with a crimson glow, a hungry maw waiting to devour its prey.His dedication was fueled not by blind hatred, but by a desperate hope to protect Feng Xiaoyu from Wang Jian's predatory gaze.
One day, as Dong Aigou etched the final intricate rune into the barrier formation, a tremor ran through the cavern. A prickling sensation alerted him to a shift in the flow of energy – a familiar signature, faint but undeniable. It was Feng Xiaoyu. But something felt wrong.
A cold sweat beaded on Dong Aigou's forehead despite the cool temperature emanating from the cavern walls. The tremor that heralded Feng Xiaoyu's arrival sent a shiver down his spine, not just from the shift in energy, but from the disquieting undercurrent he sensed within it. It was a primal instinct, a cultivator's intuition honed by countless battles and near-
death experiences. He pushed the unsettling feeling down, attributing it to stress. Feng Xiaoyu wouldn't betray him, could she?
With forced cheer, he channeled his spiritual energy to activate a teleportation formation. He materialized in the familiar chamber within Feng Xiaoyu's opulent mansion. Feng Xiaoyu, clad in a silken robe that accentuated her curves, arched an eyebrow at his arrival.
"Ah, Dong Aigou," she greeted, her voice laced with a nonchalance that felt off-putting. "Done with your day's work already?"
Dong Aigou forced a smile. "Almost," he replied. "Just needed to check on a few things." He cleared his throat. "About those resources for the final formations, any luck acquiring them?"
Feng Xiaoyu sighed dramatically, running a hand through her hair. "Those specific materials?" she shook her head. "Turns out they're incredibly rare. Ever since I severed ties with my previous supplier, finding them has been a nightmare."
Feng Xiaoyu met his gaze with a studied innocence. "Honestly, Aigou," she said, her voice laced with mock hurt. "Do you think I'd willingly sabotage our plan? Relax, Wang Jian is falling for me hook, line, and sinker. He'll be trapped in no time."
Her words were reassuring, but the lack of urgency in her tone gnawed at Dong Aigou's already frayed nerves. He nodded curtly, trying to mask his doubts.
"That's good to hear," he mumbled, forcing another smile. "It's just... the sooner we activate the trap, the better."
"Absolutely," Feng Xiaoyu agreed readily. "But until those resources arrive from the capital, is there anything else I can do to help?"