Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Yao Ning, it turns out that I died because of you...

Xiao Shen Qian summoned his natal sword Ting Ni. In a flash of lightning, the man didn't even blink. Another Ting Ni was summoned almost at the same time. Xiao Shen Qian's Ting Ni sword broke into two pieces in the first move.

Xiao Shen Qian activated his lightning mental skills, and lightning tore through the void, surrounding the man from all sides. However, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he felt a strong restraint, and his mental skills could not function freely. The room instantly returned to calm.

Not only did this person look like him, but his natal sword and mental skills were also exactly the same as his own.

Xiao Shen Qian had to admit that crazy idea.

Maybe this person is another me.

An adult self.

How could he beat such a man?

Before he could feel despair, a large, cold hand grabbed his neck and made it difficult for him to breathe.

The man was ruthless and didn't waste any time.

In the face of absolute power suppression, how can I find a way to survive facing such a crazy adult version of myself?

Xiao Shen's mind raced, and he was devastated to find that there was no way out.

After breathing hard, his head gradually became dizzy and confused. The hand that was pinching his neck was as hard as iron and could not be moved. Xiao Shen subconsciously tried to pry the man's hand open, but the gradually fading strength only left him with a few deep scratches on the man's hand.

I'm going to die.

In the consciousness of dying, only this thought is clear and distinct.

He suddenly struggled, not knowing where the strength came from, and said, "Why...why...did I die?"

Why did I die?

If not, why would you kill me?

The latter man may have answered this question countless times, as can be seen from the corpses all over the room.

But as for the former, Xiao Shenqian was probably the first one to ask.

If I am guilty and you want to judge and execute me, please tell me where my guilt is?

As expected, the man paused and loosened his grip a little.

The air filled my lungs, stinging like a needle.

"Cough cough cough..." Xiao Shen broke free from the man's hand, leaned over the bed and coughed violently for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at the man.

The man looked down at him indifferently and said, "You hurt someone."

"Who is it?" Xiao Shenqian blurted out as soon as he finished speaking.

The man saw through the little boy's procrastination, but he didn't rush to strangle him immediately.

As expected, he was the one who knew his own life best. The man knew clearly that he wanted this dying man to understand what crime he had committed.

The man's lips moved and trembled several times before he softly uttered two words: "Yao Ning."

Xiao Shenqian frowned, but soon relaxed her brows. She looked at the man with as gentle a gaze as possible and asked softly, "Is she my future friend?"

After thinking for a moment, he added cautiously, "Or a fellow disciple? Lover? Wife? Or..."

He observed the man's expression and whispered, "Or is he a very good person, someone who shouldn't be hurt?"

The man looked down at Xiao Shenqian, giving him the illusion that his thoughts were visible to him.

An idea came to his mind - the man knew his thoughts as well as he knew his own.

His meanness, calculation and hypocrisy were completely exposed in front of the man.

So he shut up wisely.

The man looked at him with a look of sadness and pity, and said, "She is the love of your life."

Xiao Shenqian's heart was moved, but his expression remained calm: "But I don't know her yet. So far in my life, I have never hurt anyone named Yao Ning."

The man's expression changed, and then he looked at the boy on the couch intently: "How old are you?"

Xiao Shenqian keenly noticed his change and pursed his lips: "Seven years old."

At the age of seven, both his parents had passed away, leaving him with no one to rely on. It was still five years before he met Yao Ning.

He is indeed innocent.

Xiao Shenqian raised his head, his voice full of convincing allure: "I won't hurt her."

He supported himself on the bed and sat up, his manners upright and his eyes clear: "You can't punish me for something that didn't happen. If you were me, this life is a chance to reform."

The man looked at Xiao Shenqian.

He was smart and perceptive, and he saw the truth after just a short confrontation and a few scattered conversations.

He understood why this man had murderous intentions, and he also knew clearly the pain in his heart.

The man will not let him go just because he is innocent, but he will let him go because Yao Ning's ending in this life has not yet been written and her pain can be changed.

Time passed little by little, and the man did not make another move.

The fear, panic and caution on Xiao Shenqian's face completely disappeared.

His gaze returned to calmness and depth.

After a while, the man asked, "What will you do to her?"

Xiao Shenqian felt that this question seemed a bit redundant, but he answered seriously: "I will treat her well."

His tone was sincere and convincing.

However, the man's expression changed instantly when he heard this.

Xiao Shen was startled and thought to himself, oh no, did he give the wrong answer?

But according to the information the man revealed before, since he will hurt Yao Ning in the future, doesn’t it suffice for him to promise not to hurt her?

He didn't understand what was wrong with this answer, but before he could think, the man's hand grabbed his neck again.

This time the force was greater, and the expression on the man's face was even crazier.

"You've said that before," the man snapped. "Have you ever done it?"

This was a complete disaster. This madman seemed to be judging him based solely on his own experience, thus putting the blame on him.

This is not fair!

However, Xiao Shenqian had no time to refute. The intense pain left him no time to think, and the constant loss of air made his consciousness become drowsy.

He collapsed and thought: Crazy, crazy! It's unreasonable!

“Click.”

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

The vision was red, and Xiao Shenqian's kicking legs finally slowed down. Countless scenes in his short life flashed before his eyes, and finally stopped on the man's cold face.

In a daze, an idea emerged in Xiao Shenqian's mind: What kind of experience would make a person so sad?

Coldness is more like his mask, and the sadness in his eyes is enough to fill the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in the world.

Xiao Shen thought that even if he could survive, no one in the world would make him so sad and desperate.

There is no such person.

Consciousness continued to fall, like a bird with broken wings sinking into the abyss.

Finally, when all the scenes in his life came to an end, Xiao Shen Qian actually thought of the name he had heard for the first time before he died.

Yao Ning.

It turns out that I died because of you.

Strangely, Xiao Shen Qian had no hatred in his heart.

He just thought, the man said, this person was the love of his life, and he hurt her.

Xiao Shen Qian knew that people cannot be hurt by those who don't care.

So, Yao Ning, whom I have never met, do you care about me, or do you love me a little bit?

This thought made Xiao Shenqian's gradually cold body feel warm.

Will I ever meet someone like this in my cold and boring life?

Can someone as insignificant as me be given love?

But, but, if there is someone who truly loves me, how could I hurt her? I should treat her like a treasure, carefully holding her in my hands, carefully protecting and guarding her.

A tear rolled down Xiao Shen's eyes.

He doesn't understand.

His death was no longer important; it was inevitable.

But in a destiny that has yet to unfold, how could he hurt Yao Ning?

I must have been wronged.

That was Xiao Shenqian’s last thought in his life.

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Shen Qian loosened his hand.

The seven-year-old's body slid limply and hit the ground with a thud.

Shen Qian staggered and looked around the room.

He no longer remembered how many people he had killed. In the later stages, it seemed that the illusion was gathering all the corpses from different time and space in this room in order to further destroy his mind.

This place is like a corpse dumping ground.

The deaths were similar, the faces were exactly the same. After looking at them for a long time, I felt as if I had become a corpse myself, and should be lying here, rotting with them.

Shen Qian covered his head and shook it violently.

He couldn't die, at least not yet.

He came here to get the Shenhuan Pill.

Yao Ning was still waiting for him.

Shen Qian took out a small, quaint mirror from his bosom with trembling hands.

The Origin Tracing Mirror is the only thing on him that carries the aura of Yao Ning.

He put his cheek against it, and the raised lines rubbed against his cheek, reminding him that every time the Origin Mirror was unfolded, Yao Ning seemed unhappy.

He hurriedly put away the tracing mirror and threw it back into the Qiankun bag as if it were a hot potato.

Chen Qian was stunned for a moment, then staggered out.

A flash of white light passed by, and the world shattered and reunited, and the surroundings became the flower hall that had been seen before.

There was still a calligraphy hanging in the middle, but the "ghost" on it had been replaced by "human".

Chen Qian watched for a moment before he slowly realized the severe pain coming from his body.

He raised his hand and touched his neck.

The skin was swollen and ulcerated, and sewage mixed with blood flowed down, soaking the clothes and emitting a foul stench.

The tip of his finger rested on it, feeling it for a moment, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

This wound looks like the result of someone pinching themselves many times.

He thought of a room full of corpses in a "ghost" world.

Chen Qian looked at the Chinese character "人" hanging in the middle of the flower hall again, and without hesitation, he walked in again.

The second level, the "human" realm, was unexpectedly easy.

After passing it, although Chen Qian was still injured, compared to the collapse of the first level, the second level was like opening a back door.

He walked to the flower hall calmly, his body covered in blood, but he still couldn't believe that he had passed the second level so easily.

The third level is also not worth mentioning.

Chen Qian didn't have time to think about it. He got the Huanshen Pill and left the Tianji Pavilion as quickly as possible and went to the Demon Realm.

Before the three-day deadline, Jiangcan kept his promise and Yao Ning was still alive.

After taking the Huanshen Pill, Yao Ning's injuries were mostly healed.

Chen Qian didn't expect that Yao Ning was still willing to see her.

He waited at the entrance to the Demon Realm for seven days and finally met Yao Ning.

Chen Qian explained everything to her, saying that he had no intention of hurting her, and that he didn't care about ascension, he just wanted to grow old with her.

He did not have any romantic feelings for his senior sister.

What was in her belly was not a child, but chaotic energy. Shang Linran was a highly skilled doctor and would definitely not be wrong.

Chen Qian explained very quickly and hurriedly, as if if he didn't tell it all at once, Yao Ning would turn away forever the next moment.

Fortunately, although Yao Ning blamed him, he still listened to everything he said without saying a word.

Chen Qian didn't know what he felt in his heart. His Aning seemed to be always so stupid.

But it is precisely because Yao Ning is stupid that he has a glimmer of hope.

Chen Qian was looking forward to it with mixed feelings, wondering if Yao Ning would believe him.

"Brother Shen." She smiled brightly, "I believe you."

Shen Qian hugged her tightly.

He could not describe the joy he felt at this moment of surviving the disaster and being blessed by God.

I will be good to you.

He swore in his heart.

Be good to you all my life.

All the suffering came to an end. The cultivation world quickly found out the hidden mastermind, and Yao Ning's chaotic energy was also controlled.

There is peace between good and evil again.

Everything is settled.

At night, Chen Qian brushed aside Yao Ning's scattered hair and kissed her forehead.

The person in the sleep seemed to sense something, hummed softly, and snuggled deeper into his arms.

Chen Qian stopped moving, fearing that he would disturb her sleep. After a long time, Yao Ning's breathing became calm again. Chen Qian then carefully took one of her hands and kissed the back of her hand with restraint.

He stared at Yao Ning's sleeping face for a long time.

I thought to myself, this all feels like a dream.