Chapter 46 Death

◎Wake up◎

Shi Hanqiao didn't know what to say. She had never been good at comforting others or showing kindness to others, just as she was not good at accepting kindness from others.

The only person who accepted was Luo Wei, and the grass on her grave was more than three feet tall. However, that was the cenotaph she had built for him, so she had never visited it.

"what's on your mind?"

Shi Hanqiao looked normal, but Luo Wusheng felt that she seemed very sad. The suppressed emotions in her eyes were just like when he missed his deceased mother.

"I was thinking that when you die, I will put you in an ice coffin and visit you every year."

Luo Wusheng: “…”

At first glance, this sentence sounds like a curse on him, but it is not the case.

He paused for a moment, then a secret joy welled up in his heart. In interstellar space, only relatives had the right to choose how to dispose of a body. The Four Great Families and the Imperial Family had complex relationships, but there was no blood relationship between the two of them. If she wanted to arrange his funeral, then they would have to be married.

Death shouldn't be considered unlucky; facing it head-on is a sign of respect for life. She's thinking about his death, and while it might not mean anything else right now, it proves their relationship is getting closer, which is a good thing.

He wanted to know why she suddenly thought of death, and asked curiously, "Why do you think so?"

Shi Hanqiao did not answer. She frowned slightly, as if she was hesitating about something.

"Forget it, you should have your own ideas." If the other person didn't want to be confined in a coffin after death, her thoughts only satisfied her own selfish desires. Before Luo Wei died, she had suggested guaranteeing her immortality, but the wise elder simply smiled and shook his head, expressing his hope that she would respect life and truly understand its meaning.

What is the meaning of life?

Shi Hanqiao cared only about her own life. She was notorious in the world of cultivation, and while countless souls had perished under her yoke, she wasn't exactly bloodthirsty and brutal. Those who died at her hands either committed suicide or were sacrificed in her quest to control the three realms. In truth, she never once frowned at their deaths.

Killing people is like killing ants. According to Luo Wei, she is just disregarding life. If the elder is still alive, he will definitely stop her.

If she were still alive, Shi Hanqiao wouldn't care about the three realms.

If she were still alive...

If he were still alive...

The obsession hidden deep in her heart was awakened, and Shi Hanqiao fell into a state of confusion. Her eyes turned red, and she gripped the corner of the table tightly to steady her uncontrollable body.

Luo Wusheng stood up anxiously and walked around her. Feeling guilty that he might have irritated her, he anxiously called her name, hoping that she was still conscious.

He recalled that after meeting the blood pupils, what appeared in his mind were mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, and red was the color of blood.

Ordinary people would avoid topics related to life and death. Shi Hanqiao probably didn't care about discussing life and death, but the bloodshot in her eyes clearly had a different reason, most likely related to death. He should have been more cautious.

In a nightmare state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, Shi Hanqiao sat silently at a lava mouth full of black cracks. The orange-red lava was surging and splashing sparks. The entire nightmare state was shrouded in black air, forming a sharp contrast with the orange-red magma that was about to erupt but had not yet erupted.

Strangely, there was no sound at all.

In Nightmare, time is infinite, fleeting like a fleeting moment, yet also like a year. Space shifts, sometimes a hell of molten lava, sometimes barren fields. The only constant is the absolute darkness and silence: no light, no sound.

Possessed by evil, Shi Hanqiao was trapped in nothingness like a prisoner.

In a nightmare, the environment is oppressive, but consciousness remains clear. In other words, those trapped within can only remain awake and unable to do anything, as past experiences replay in their minds like a revolving lantern, repeating the past.

Being possessed by a demon is an extreme torture of sobriety.

Without the Hunyuan Bell and her body not yet fully tempered, she could only endure until this round of nightmare, which she didn't know whether it would be short or long, automatically dissipated.

She didn't know how long it had been before she heard a voice calling her name from afar.

It was Luo Wusheng's voice.

The nightmare dissipated with each call, and Shi Hanqiao's consciousness gradually became clear. Her figure occupied the amber pupils, and her beautiful phoenix eyes were full of worry.

"Are you sure you're okay? Do you want to get a full body checkup?"

Although Woman A had assured him that she was fine, Luo Wusheng was worried from the bottom of his heart as she fell into a state that he didn't know whether it was a faint or a nightmare. Fortunately, he was watching her both times. What if he wasn't there?

If there were other people around to take care of her, he was worried that Shi Hanqiao would get close to someone else; if no one found out, how uncomfortable she would feel when she fell into a coma alone.

In short, Luo Wusheng was very worried after thinking about it, and his nervousness, confusion and worry were beyond words.

"I..."

Shi Hanqiao wanted to say it was okay, but when she saw the young man's eyes were red with anxiety, she didn't say it.

"So tired."

Luo Wusheng paused for a moment. These two words implied too many things.

There are embarrassments of not knowing how to say it, secrets that you don't want to tell, sincerity that you don't want to deceive, and true emotions that are suppressed in your heart under complex situations.

The reason why these two words were said is very simple. Both of them have hidden too many secrets. Although they have different experiences, personalities, and habits, they have something similar or the same deep in their hearts.

The friendship between gentlemen is as plain as water. They cooperate with each other tacitly and get along harmoniously, just like the plain flowing water. They can cooperate perfectly in battle, but in interpersonal relationships, the two do not seem so close.

If the two of them were in a cooperative relationship, then they would be perfect partners for each other, but Luo Wusheng didn't want to stop there, and Shi Hanqiao, whose interpersonal attributes were 0, was trying to become a qualified friend.

Both parties are interested in building a closer personal relationship, but the progress is too slow to open up.

However, this was a good sign. Luo Wusheng's eyes softened. At least the woman A in front of him did not reject his approach and was approaching him invisibly.

"Let me give you a massage."

Luo Wusheng had learned the massage technique for his mother and hadn't used it for more than ten years. Without waiting for her consent, he reached out and grasped her shoulders, turning her back to him.

Unlike his usual cautiousness, he touched her without her consent, feeling both bold and nervous, his eardrums filled with a pounding heart.

This was also a test, a test to narrow the distance between them.

Shi Hanqiao's frown relaxed as her shoulders and neck were kneaded gently yet forcefully, and her sore and heavy muscles relaxed. Luo Wusheng's occasional inquiries were like a hypnotic requiem, and she leaned sideways on the sofa, drowsy.

Consciousness returned to a hazy state, but instead of falling into the darkness of nightmare, I fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

The scent of lily of the valley, which had disappeared because Shi Hanqiao fainted, reappeared. Luo Wusheng unconsciously moved closer to the left side of girl A's neck. The faint scent of lily of the valley came from the gland.

Perhaps sensing someone approaching, the relaxed girl A groaned sleepily. The young man, who had come to his senses, blushed instantly. He straightened his back and temporarily created some distance to calm his pounding heart.

He had just approached the other's gland like a pervert, and the huge wave of shame almost drowned Luo Wusheng.

It was getting late, and fatigue and sleepiness came with the night. He picked up Shi Hanqiao by the waist, just like she had picked him up at the beach.

As soon as he picked the person up, Shi Hanqiao opened his eyes in mid-air. Luo Wusheng's whole body suddenly stiffened. He stood there with his hands and feet cold. He could only rely on his willpower to keep his body still, and be careful to avoid the possibility of his hands shaking and causing the person to fall.

Although Shi Hanqiao was lazy, her sense of territory was stronger than that of ordinary people. However, the other party was Luo Wusheng, the only friend she acknowledged. She did not reject his approach and did not feel annoyed by the physical contact.

"Walk more steadily." After giving a vague instruction while yawning, the lazy Demon Lord closed his eyes again. Why should he walk by himself when he could enjoy himself?

Luo Wusheng walked steadily and calmly, suppressing the huge joy gushing out of his heart. He hummed softly, making sure that the sound could reach the ears of girl A, but not too loud to affect her.

The next morning, Luo Wusheng was the first to wake up. He was very shocked that he and Shi Hanqiao were in the same bed.

Since this was his private starship, before meeting Shi Hanqiao, he had never considered the possibility of letting others ride on it, so he enlarged the living room area and had only one bedroom.

The two slept in the same tent during military training, each with their own quilt and mattress, but they were not very close in the small space.

However, the room was larger than the tent, and the king-size bed was larger than the combined area of ​​the two mattresses. Moreover, before going to bed last night, after he covered Shi Hanqiao with a quilt, he took out another quilt and slept on the other side of the bed. The distance between the two was much greater than in the tent.

So when he woke up, Luo Wusheng found himself lying on his side with his head resting on the shoulder of woman A. When he felt the familiar restraint on his waist, his brain instantly went blank.

It is true that he likes Shi Hanqiao, and he also looks forward to having close contact with her, but just as the distance is too close at this moment, he feels both joy and uneasiness as if he has found a treasure, which is both contradictory and entangled.

He slowly propped himself up, but the strength in his waist prevented him from leaving without waking her up. Finally, between pretending nothing happened and waking up Girl A and leaving, or pretending to be asleep and waiting for her reaction when she woke up and saw this moment, he chose the latter.

Because he caught sight of another quilt hanging down the side of the bed, the one he had covered Shi Hanqiao with. Perhaps her quilt had slipped last night, and she had unconsciously pulled his quilt over, and in the process, rolled him up as well.

Luo Wusheng guessed that he couldn't refuse the coincidence of being close to Shi Hanqiao.

He closed his eyes again and adjusted his breathing to the rhythm of deep sleep. He was conflicted and entangled. On the one hand, he was ashamed of his despicable heart, and on the other hand, he didn't know what he was expecting. But he really wanted to know her reaction when she woke up.

Two hours later, Shi Hanqiao woke up from her sleep. For a moment she was confused because she had not fallen into such a deep, dreamless sleep for a long time.

"Hmm? What is that?" She unconsciously tightened her arms around the object.

【Author’s words】

There is always an unstable