Chapter 309 Enough

Not their sister?

Xiu Ming was slightly taken aback, then slowly straightened up and moved his face away from her knees.

His expression was somewhat pitiful and blank, which was quickly replaced by paleness, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his temples without his noticing.

His fingers tightened and tightened, but in the end he simply reached out and gently tucked the strands of hair from her cheek behind her ear.

Knowing the outcome, they stubbornly clung to the last vestige of tenderness.

It is precisely this stubbornness of burning oneself without regret that is so strong.

It is precisely this desperate, obsessive determination that leads to this outcome.

His pale, thin lips trembled for a few moments, his jaw clenched, and he struggled to squeeze out calm words from between his lips and teeth.

"It's an unchangeable fact, whether you acknowledge it or not."

"I will not leave my sister... unless I die."

yes.

Unless he dies.

Unless his sister kills him.

As he finished speaking, his snow-white cheeks faintly revealed a bluish-gray tinge, making his red lips appear even more alluring.

With a loose clench of his five fingers, he placed the trembling bow of calamity in her palm.

She said softly, "So, sister, why don't you just kill me?"

"Well...it's peaceful now."

"Xiuyin, I'm willing."

He is willing.

He seemed a little tired too.

Over the years, no matter how hard he tried, he could never catch up with his sister.

Perhaps, he and his brother really were a burden.

A burden who only annoys her sister.

He didn't want his sister to be upset because of him and his brother, but he couldn't let go either; he would die.

Perhaps, he should die too.

This outcome couldn't be better.

For all three of them, it was a relief.

Once they're dead, no one will bother her anymore, no one will become a burden to her.

He was even smiling when he said that, his long, thick, curled eyelashes fluttering like a beautiful snowfall.

But those endless tears scorched my eyes.

Jiang Xianwan gripped the bow, her fingers trembling involuntarily.

As if pricked by a needle, she quickly turned her gaze away, refusing to look at the boy whose cheeks were once again streaked with tears.

He didn't even pick up the bow and kill...this troublesome man.

She had no strength at all, so much so that she couldn't hold the bow.

She simply lowered her eyelashes, remaining motionless and silent.

Yao Ling knelt at her feet and suddenly smiled foolishly.

Outside the cave, a gentle night breeze blew, and the world seemed peaceful and serene, but he felt utterly consumed by endless despair.

They once thought that they and their sister would be together forever.

From the blooming of summer flowers to the drenching of white snow.

They will never be separated, not even when the body and soul perish and time comes to an end.

Little did he know that these were merely his and Xiu Yin's wishful thinking, one-sided desires, and... self-righteousness.

Despite their utmost caution and intense focus, they remained remarkably calm and focused.

Fingertips steadily cradled that fragile nothingness, cradled the last flickering glow of a candle in the wind.

But fate can strike with a flick of the finger, and the intricate chess game that they had so painstakingly maintained crumbled before their very eyes, shattering so badly that even the echo carried a despairing irony.

However, he was reluctant to give it up, and unwilling to accept it.

He and Xiuyin were perhaps too greedy and selfish, always thinking that by chasing after her and constantly pestering her, their sister would eventually soften her heart and look back at them.

Obviously.

None of these.

From beginning to end, they were always a burden to their sister, a burden she couldn't get rid of, a little trouble she didn't want to go home to...

Yao Ling tried to blink away the moisture in his eyes, but the tears seemed to have their own ideas, bursting out of his eyes with a bang, leaving tear stains and burning his cheeks.

His jaw was chattering, and his expression was terrible.

His snow-white sleeves fluttered lightly, like a wisp of mist under the moonlight, and the thin, sharp blade pressed a deep bloody gash into the side of his neck.

The sword, startled, wanted to tremble but dared not. It desperately held onto the blade, letting out a low, desperate cry, trying to slip from his fingers.

Yao Ling held on very firmly, feeling no pain whatsoever. Her snow-white robe, which was originally pure and holy, now resembled a cruel painting, covered with drops of blood that grew ever fuller and more crimson.

A kind of obsessiveness that borders on martyrdom.

Life is an obsession, and death is a weeping towards the fire.

Her voice remained soft as she obediently said, "Yaoling... Yaoling doesn't want her sister to be unhappy..."

He is willing.

She was willing to erase herself, this "little trouble," from her sister's world.

From then on, it was the older sister's turn to feel at ease.

Perhaps, they will no longer feel pain.

Both he and Xiuyin were exhausted.

It was as if I could no longer walk or keep up.

Gazing at the ghastly plum blossoms blooming at her feet, calmly recounting the twins of death, Jiang Xianwan felt as if a red-hot iron rod was being driven straight into her flesh, her heart contracting and her stomach churning.

It was a hoarse, uttered word.

An attempt to explain.

“My name is Jiang Xianwan. Perhaps I am not your older sister... and also, the Realm Emperor.”

The words she uttered suddenly revealed... that the twins' eyes, where the last glimmer of light had faded, were now filled with laughter.

They laughed at them, saying that even on the verge of death, they couldn't earn a shred of pity from her.

Even now, the only title that sustains them is one that their sister refuses to give them.

As the sharp blade, under the hazy pearly light, fiercely drew out a dazzling gleam, Jiang Xianwan's desperate attempts to escape were exposed.

The Realm Emperor shares the same name with her.

The Realm Emperor, also known as... Jiang Xianwan!

She was almost terrified, gripping the sword blade embedded in the pale flesh tightly, her mind suddenly becoming violently blurred.

One by one, the facts she was unwilling to admit forcefully and relentlessly shattered all her pathetic attempts at self-comfort and her clumsy, laughable excuses.

The Realm Emperor who single-handedly created the realm.

A strange tombstone.

The older sister these two boys were talking about.

Who exactly is she?

He is Jiang Xianwan in modern times, the World Emperor from three hundred years ago, the owner of the tombstone who can transform death energy into immortal power, and the rebellious son in the mouth of the Heavenly Dao.

Jiang Xianwan's soul was severely torn apart. The bow and the mark fell from her hands. The panicked voice with tears in her ears suddenly became blurred, and she fainted.

She had a dream.

To be precise, they are memories that have been buried in the past.

About the World Emperor and the twins.

It's very long.

Rolling through the long river of time.

It overshadows everything she has in this world and everything she has come into this world.

Three hundred years ago, a mysterious girl appeared out of nowhere on the Xuan Gu Continent.

No one knows her name.

He punched the Demon Emperor of the Demon Realm, trampled the Demon Emperor of the Monster Realm, and swept across the North and South Realms.

Its appearance immediately unleashed a bloodbath, leaving rivers of blood flowing wherever it went.

She quickly defeated two powerful emperors from two different realms, and even coveted their territory, carving it out piece by piece for herself.

In the dead of night, her gaze suddenly turned to Zhongzhou again.

No one knows what outrageous things she did when she brazenly barged into Zhongzhou.

All that was known was that this mad dog, contrary to his usual behavior, seemed to have no intention of encroaching on their territory, and only punched the Qingyan Sect leader in the eye.

However, this was enough to silence the entire Central Plains, leaving everyone in a state of constant anxiety.

Jiang Xianwan did indeed have designs on Zhongzhou, but he certainly didn't intend to seize their territory.

She had to find a place for her things.

So, they forcibly stuffed two skinny snakes into the hands of the sect leader, who had just been punched and had silently raised his hand, and who held the most influence in Zhongzhou.

Forcing people to raise them.

Forcing people to answer.

Once the sect leader understood why he had been punched, he was naturally eager to agree.

First, he kept her snake. Even if she didn't care about the snake, she couldn't very well encroach on his territory, could she?

Second, those two little snakes are actually not snakes, but dragons.

That is, twins.

Jiang Xianwan neither knew nor wanted to find out what they were.

All she knew was that she had raised enough.

We've raised enough!