Chapter 18 Chapter 18 “At that time, I had not yet married you,…

Yao Ning said that she didn't love him anymore.

Chen Qian seemed to have fallen into silence in an instant. All the sounds in the world faded away, and only Yao Ning's words seemed to echo in his ears.

But those words could not fall into his ears. Even if the voice rang out eighteen thousand times in an instant, he could not accurately understand the meaning.

Shen Qian's eyes flickered.

Yao Ning didn't look at him, she walked past him to open the door.

She is leaving.

Get out of here, get away from me, and get out of my boring life completely.

This was the only thought left in Shen Qian's mind.

He suddenly grabbed Yao Ning's arm with terrifying force, then pulled him into his arms, locking his hands tightly, like a wounded beast protecting the last bit of food he depended on for survival.

The bones made unbearable moans, and the strength and eyes of Chen Quen were wrong, as if he had lost control and was possessed by a demon.

Yao Ning was shocked and looked at Chen Qian.

There was still no expression on his face, as usual cold and indifferent, but there was a heavy light in his eyes, which looked terrifyingly empty.

The aura on his body has not changed, his heart is still stable, and he has not been possessed by demons.

Yao Ning breathed a sigh of relief, but then became angry: "Let me go!"

Shen Qian turned a deaf ear.

Yao Ning used his spiritual power without hesitation to break free from the grip, then slapped him hard.

“Pah.”

A crisp and loud sound.

Chen Qian's head tilted to one side, deep red fingerprints appeared on his fair face, and a few strands of his meticulously tied hair fell down. He slowly turned his head to look at Yao Ning.

Under the dim light, Chen Qian looked disheveled and his eyes were deep.

He pursed his lips slightly and looked at Yao Ning quietly.

That was a sign of Shen Qian's displeasure.

Yao Ning snorted: "What are you doing?"

Chen Qian didn't answer. Yao Ning didn't want to talk to him, but a rage suddenly flared up in her chest. She pushed Chen Qian hard and said, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I said I don't love you anymore, I don't love you anymore!" Yao Ning yelled, tears streaming down his face as the words left his mouth. "What else do you want to do? Ah? How long are you going to be so arrogant?"

Her throat trembled, her voice was hoarse, and tears poured down her face. She said in her heart, "Don't cry, don't cry in front of Shen Qian," but she couldn't control the tears that welled up in her eyes.

Yao Ning felt a pain in his heart as if it was being grasped by a fist. Tears streamed down his face, but he forced a self-deprecating smile: "I used to spoil you too much, so do you think that I, Yao Ning, can only be with you in this life?"

Yao Ning's voice suddenly became sharp: "No! You are not worthy of my feelings. I don't like you anymore. I hate you!"

"Every man I've met these days is better than you." She held her breath, not knowing whether to say it to herself or Shen Qian, and said cruelly, "You are cold and boring. I'm tired of you."

Then there was a long silence, as if time had stopped.

Compared to Yao Ning's loss of composure, Chen Qian showed little expression from beginning to end. He was as cold as a statue of a god, and his desires, sorrows and joys seemed shallow and plain.

After a long while, Chen Qian spoke, his voice still steady: "That night, you said you didn't dislike it."

Yao Ning was stunned for a moment before he remembered what time Chen Qian was talking about.

On the banks of the Huai River, she plotted against him and connected him to a pair of marriage lanterns. In the dark alley, the voice of the girl in red was soft and charming.

"Anyway, I don't mind you being cold and boring. Will you marry me?"

She said she didn't mind, but she was clearly being humble, begging, and pleading for God's favor.

Yao Ning thought Shen Qian wouldn't remember.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was as calm as Shen Qian: "Oh? Really?"

He smiled lightly, as if he didn't care at all: "At that time, I hadn't married you yet, but today, I'm tired of you."

Chen Qian stared at Yao Ning's eyes as if he had been stung by a tiny insect.

The two looked at each other in silence.

In the silent confrontation, the coldness in Shen Qian's eyes seemed to be overflowing.

He thought back to his childhood. He was still young then and his temperament was not as cold as it is now.

His parents traveled again, but were unwilling to take him with them.

He tried to act like Chu Liangxiu and acted like a spoiled child, but failed. As his parents were leaving the mountain, he grabbed their clothes tightly and demanded, "You are not allowed to go!"

Young Shen Qian had a fierce look in his eyes: "I want my father and mother to accompany me, you are not allowed to go!"

Dad sighed and turned away. Mom slowly and forcefully pried his hands apart, squatted down to look him in the eye, and gently straightened his messed-up clothes, but her eyes were filled with deep disappointment.

"Chen Qian, my mother said that we have to go on this trip. Since the result cannot be changed, you are still throwing a tantrum and crying, which will only annoy people."

A Niang's words seemed to ring in my ears again.

It just makes people bored.

Yao Ning just said that she hated him.

"Yao Ning," he said, "I understand."

He felt a chill rising in his heart, as if the dark clouds from his childhood were covering his head again. Chen Qian endured the icy cold that made him sink infinitely, and all the emotions in his eyes faded away like the tide.

"You want to leave and remove the Dao Companion Seal. I know everything."

Yao Ning didn't expect Chen Qian to change so quickly.

She was stunned for a moment.

There was a voice in my heart mocking me and saying: Look, you are being too sentimental again.

The corners of Chen Qian's mouth curled up slightly, and he was very considerate, as if his arrogance just now was just Yao Ning's illusion.

It does seem like an illusion.

Yao Ning had never seen such a heavy feeling before.

"It was my fault before." In just a few breaths, Chen Qian returned to his former self, the cold and aloof Immortal Lord. His voice was soft, but without warmth. "From now on, take care of yourself."

Yao Ning suddenly felt empty inside.

She had thought that Chen Qian's self-righteousness, believing that she could be summoned and dismissed at will, was enough to make her sad.

What hurt her even more was that she mistakenly took Chen Qian's temporary entanglement as evidence that he cared about her a little.

In fact, it was just her illusion.

She was indeed wishful thinking.

So, it's over, right?

Everything came to an end without any suspense.

It’s so... simple.

Chen Qian turned around, his profile under the candlelight was as white as ice and jade, his demeanor was still graceful, with a straight back, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his tall body wrapped in a white doorman's robe. Just by looking at his back, one could feel his ethereal and inviolable temperament.

Yao Ning felt a dull pain in his chest.

The pain made her want to curl up.

But her face remained expressionless, and she stood like a green bamboo, but tears flowed tirelessly from her eyes, gathered at her chin, and then "plop" fell on the wooden floor, making a small splash.

Another tear fell.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely, and the crystal water droplets reflected the rapidly wriggling, snake-like creature outside the window.

Yao Ning and Shen Qian were both startled, and they both felt the overwhelming demonic energy almost at the same time.

Outside Xizhou Pavilion.

Countless wriggling black vines broke through the ground, entangled and climbed up into the void. The Xizhou Pavilion, with a radius of half a mile, was separated from the outside world by a suddenly appearing vine wall.

A gray-white tailed monster wandered around laughing and screaming, and a cold and foul aura suddenly rose.

The sky darkened in an instant.

Ordinary people were so shocked by the strange sight that they were speechless. Someone shouted, "There's a monster! Run!"

When people came to their senses, the streets were suddenly in chaos. Most people were so panicked that they had no choice but to be swept away by the crowd, not knowing where to escape.

A panicked woman was squeezed out of the crowd, crying out, "Dad! Mom!"

The crowd was in chaos, with countless voices filling her ears, and her shouts were quickly drowned out.

She got separated from her parents.

A laughing gray creature passed by her, and she felt a pain in her arm as a piece of bloody flesh was bitten off.

"ah!!!"

The woman screamed and almost fainted.

She was about fourteen or fifteen years old. Her flower-like face was as pale as paper, and her long black hair was scattered and her hairpin had fallen somewhere long ago.

Feeling both pain and fear, she pressed her wound and sobbed as she tried to catch up with the crowd, but was pushed out again and fell heavily to the ground.

She looked up and saw that the place where she fell was a rice shop. Outside the closed door were two ceramic rice jars that had not been put away in time.

The woman crawled over trembling and hid behind the rice jar.

The shrill laughter of a child seemed to be far away, yet it seemed to be right next to her ear.

She was terrified. She closed her eyes tightly, blocked her ears tightly, and prayed in her heart, "Don't find me, don't find me."

As expected, my ears became quiet, and even the chaotic voices on the street seemed to gradually disappear.

She opened her eyes a little with trembling hands, and saw that the street was still crowded with fleeing people. Some of them were talking with their mouths open and closed, while some were simply screaming and shouting. Everyone's face was filled with panic and fear.

But the strange thing was that there was no sound, she didn't hear any sound.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

She was shaking like a sieve, tears welling up in her eyes, but she tried hard to hold them back, not daring to make a sound.

A chuckle exploded in her mind: "Hehe, I found you!"

The woman's pupils suddenly shrank, and the next second she was grabbed by the hair by the invisible monster and pressed into the rice jar.

She struggled desperately for a few times, but her movements gradually became weaker until she could no longer move.

At the same time, in different places, dozens of women were either pushed into the river or pressed to the ground, and all suffocated to death.

A vine stretched across the sky, hanging a series of screaming children like clothes on a drying racket.

A woman saw her lost child among them and fainted.

More parents let out shrill screams and cries.

In the endless chaos, an old lady with a cane fell to the ground. Her face was covered with dust and tears. She cried and cursed. She finally got up with a strong force and staggered two steps. Suddenly, something pulled her cane and she fell face down again, with blood all over her head and face.

The old man was scared and helpless, and his crying voice changed.

Suddenly, a pair of strong hands helped her up.

Through his tearful eyes, the old man saw a handsome young man dressed in white and holding a long sword in his hand.

The old woman was still in shock when she saw the man stabbing at her with the sword. Amidst her shrill screams, a ball of black blood exploded in front of her.

Shen Qianfei brought the old man to the front of Xizhou Pavilion and said concisely: "Go in and take refuge."

With that, he stepped into the air again.

The old man staggered into the building where the lights were on and the doors were open. As he walked, he looked back and muttered to himself.

"It's the gods, the gods have appeared!"