Chapter 1175: Would You Help Me Arrange My Hair?

Everything returned to normal, as if the previous scene had never happened.

Gu Jin did not want to delve into the unknown ancient history of Ling Qiong, but witnessing this display of his, she half-believed his words.

Recalling his earlier words, her expression revealed a hint of urgency: “What did you mean by what you said just now, why would the Life Reviving Pill be useless?”

Ling Qiong, while brushing through his disheveled long hair in front of him, glanced at Gu Jin indifferently, his eyes brimming with inquisitiveness.

He gave an irrelevant answer: “Were you just considering sacrificing yourself for the pill?”

“Indeed!”

Had there been no other way, she wouldn’t have thought of this step.

“It’s useless.” Ling Qiong gently shook his head at her, his demonic and exquisite face showing an indescribable pity.

Gu Jin naturally noticed this, and a bad premonition arose in her heart.

Sure enough, Ling Qiong’s next words made her eyes widen with anger, wishing she could tear him apart.

“He is already dead.”

Ling Qiong’s voice was indifferent, as if stating an utterly ordinary fact, as casually as greeting someone good morning, afternoon, or night.

It paid no regard to how Gu Jin’s heart was being lacerated upon hearing those words.

“You’re lying!” Gu Jin’s eyes reddened, her exquisite face gradually twisted, yet it lost none of its beautiful demeanor.

If Ling Qiong spoke one more ill word about An Mingji, Gu Jin felt she would certainly be unable to restrain herself from rushing forward to fight him to the death.

The rampant killing intent around her, along with the ferocity on her face and the anger in her eyes, were all seen by Ling Qiong.

He wasn’t angry; instead, he curved his lips into a smile, a bright and gratified smile, with an inexplicable contradiction and eeriness.

As Gu Jin was watched by him, her whole body bristling, her anger growing stronger, Ling Qiong’s sensual thin lips parted slightly: “I can save him, how about you help me groom my hair?”

Upon hearing this proposal, Gu Jin first frowned, rejecting it from the bottom of her heart.

She didn’t like getting close to strangers, even if the other party was the original master of this space.

But thinking of An Mingji soaking in the stream, unable to awaken no matter how she called, Gu Jin gritted her teeth: “Don’t lie to me!”

“Naturally, my hair hasn’t been tended to for thousands of years, my hands are out of practice.”

Ling Qiong stroked his disheveled hair, his smile deepening, making his already exquisite demonic face even more captivating.

Gu Jin frowned, examining Ling Qiong’s waterfall-like, thick black hair: “There’s no comb here.”

Without a comb, she wouldn’t be able to groom the other’s hair.

Ling Qiong was not worried, speaking cheerfully: “No problem, there must be one outside the space.”

Gu Jin cast a suspicious glance at him.

Realizing this transaction might be difficult to change, she stepped past him and walked toward the stream.

An Mingji was still quietly soaking in the water, the death aura that surrounded him neither decreasing nor increasing.

While Gu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, she also worried that going outside to fetch a comb and leaving him here alone might lead to trouble.

She squinted her eyes, a determination flashing through them; she would no longer give anyone the chance to harm him.

Gu Jin stepped into the water, ready to take An Mingji out with her.

The presence of an unknown being in the space left her ultimately uneasy.

“Girl, you don’t need to take him away. If I wanted to act, today neither of you would leave alive.”

Ling Qiong’s deep and alluring voice echoed leisurely from the bank.

Gu Jin turned back, her eyes coldly fixed on Ling Qiong standing by the bank, her face showing a clear expression of mistrust.