On her snow-white skin, rows of wounds where flesh had split open were exposed in a terrifying, grotesque display, like the tiny mouths of newborn babies.
Several wounds were visibly so deep that they looked as though they had been pierced through, constantly spurting fresh blood.
Perhaps the skin carrier being removed had caused intense pain, or perhaps her skin had suddenly been exposed to the chilly outside air and struck by the cold.
The girl's body gave an imperceptible tremor. In her vacant, terrified eyes, a glimmer of consciousness that seemed to be returning flashed past.
"Your Highness, the smell of blood on the skin carrier is too strong. I need to clean the wounds."
He remained expressionless.
After Lin An completely removed the skin carrier, he spoke casually, offering a reasonable excuse as though he were acting out a role.
He had discovered that in this Sub-World Instance, as long as his actions and manner of speaking conformed to basic logic, he could avoid deductions in Favorability to the greatest extent possible. It was like a game with a written script, where everyone had their own settings.
Of course, how well he could improvise within those settings was up to him.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin An scooped up the girl and strode toward the distant mountains.
He needed a cave to do things in.
He needed at least some time to do them.
Lifting the girl like a knight, he touched her mostly intact back, and an extremely smooth, alluring sensation, like silk, instantly reached him.
A strange glint briefly flashed through Lin An's eyes. Without showing anything, he adjusted the way he was holding her.
It had to be said that even at such a bizarre and bloody moment, merely touching her again stirred