The Journey Of Yin And Yang 41 Sharing Her Burdens Ii

Yin's eyes widened as she quickly turned her head towards Yang.

"What did you say?" A ruthless glint could be seen in her gaze as she questioned him. Her magic started to hum as her self control partly waved.

"I-I" The glare from her scared him and he immediately felt some regret over his curiosity. Still, he knew that he had to confront her sooner or later about it. Thus he hardened his heart and repeated what he said quietly.

Her hand flew out and grabbed his arm with a firm grip. Then she dragged him out of the Celestial Palace before teleporting them to the Sea of Pondering. They were now standing on the edge of the cliffs with no one else present.

All along the way, Yang hadn't resisted Yin, because of the cold fury he could detect from her. Never before had he seen her in this state of calm rage. The closest must have been the second day in the desert, right before she killed him. Thus he wasn't that eager to trigger it. Otherwise, he might not even know how he died.

The Ice G.o.d threw away the arm she had gripped and then pointed an Ice Sword towards the front of his throat. Her sword carried a chilly aura capable of freezing the target, even without directly touching it.

Thus the Fire G.o.d concentrated his fire essence in the neck region to protect himself at the same time as he gulped hardly. He then put up his hands in the air in an act of surrender.

"Yin, please calm down!"

"I am calm." She almost whispered, which only freaked him out even more.

"Now speak! Who told you that I was raped?"

The sharp edge was pointed even closer to the young male's throat. If this continued, he might be killed. Even if he didn't mind during the mortal trial, he definitely minded now.

As an immortal he could live for infinity, but he still only possessed one life. Hence, his magic started to brew in his body in preparation for eruption if needed.

"I figured it out by my self."

Cautiously, he let some fire sip out of his palms and slowly pushed away the tip of the sword from him.

"You hate physical contact, especially if it comes suddenly without time for preparation."

He carefully studied her reactions as he continued.

"You scream to not touch you and to let you go in your nightmares when you get delirious of disease."

The blade had now been removed from the vicinity of his neck, but she didn't seem to notice.

Yang took a deep breath before dealing the final blow.

"You are not a virgin."