Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 224 It Is Worth It

Silvercrest was like a dangerous hell, with dangers lurking everywhere that could claim lives at any moment. What was worse, Trenton didn't know what would come next.

The environment was deadly, the animals were fatal, and the plants were deadly...

Even though he had undergone the most rigorous training and had once trekked through the forest alone, he couldn't guarantee what he would face next or whether he could make it out alive.... Humans couldn't resist nature's power at all.

"They're probably in danger too."

There were all sorts of strange things in the jungle.

Lela felt terrible.

She was the one who had led them here, but she hadn't expected such a problem.

"Sylvester, I..." For the first time, facing the threat of nature, Lela spoke in such a timid tone. Sylvester knew that Lela was feeling bad, and he felt terrible, too.

But he had no solution, too. He could only try to comfort Lela first.

In the dense fog, Sylvester raised his right hand to touch Lela's head, pushing her into his arms. He then kissed the top of Lela's head.

Sylvester said, "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault." Lela hugged him, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

At this time, in the forest, the miasma was getting thick. The smell was getting more pungent and even had a medicinal and rotten smell.

Sylvester felt his head getting dizzy and found that the miasma was as dangerous as Lela said. He had never seen such a miasma in the tropical jungle of Klievoria state, so he tried to tell the difference. Sylvester urged, "Let's go. We have to get out of here. We can't stay in this place."

He was afraid that this environment would negatively impact Lela's health, and he believed that only by quickly entering the valley and finding help would his two brothers have a greater chance of survival.

But Lela captured the worry in Sylvester's tone. This miasma couldn't harm her, but she knew it could harm Sylvester. Lela hugged Sylvester's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him, even extending her soft tongue to entwine his. She passed her blood into Sylvester's mouth. Her blood could cure all kinds of poison after her body mutated.

Lela hated all this. However, she couldn't deny that people here were intelligent, especially in medical technology.

Lela held Sylvester tightly and kissed him. She was not only passing her blood into his mouth but also comforting him in this way.

Sylvester held her waist and suddenly picked her up. He pressed her against a big tree, with his forehead against hers. Under his thick, long lashes were his hawk-like eyes, which were riveted on Lela at the moment. His voice turned cold. "Lela, I've said it before. Don't waste your blood so easily," he scolded.

It was not the first time he felt distressed about this.

Sylvester remarked, "Do you think that by biting your tongue and feeding me your blood, would I have no chance to..."

Lela interrupted him, saying, "Ha, you see through my plan, Sylvester. It is right. I'm afraid you won't drink my blood, so I have to use this method every time."

Only by doing so could she force him to drink her blood.

There came an awkward silence. Lela looked up and kissed his chin. "Sylvester, it is worth it as long as I can save you," she said.

Lela paused.

She then continued, "You are not someone else, and I am not someone else either. You are my only man, and I know you take me as your only girl, too. Are you going to keep arguing about it with me?" "We are together. Don't even think about getting rid of me in this lifetime," Lela chided.

Sylvester stared at Lela in front of him and sighed helplessly, "Okay, let's do as you say."

He pinched her cheek, released her waist, and opted to hold her hand instead. "Let's go," he said.