Chapter 393: The Desolation That Doesn’t Want to Leave

Late at night, when Luo Diandian was dazed, her body involuntarily hugged the person next to her, but when she touched the bedding beside her, it was empty.

His brows furrowed slightly in his sleep, and when he regained consciousness, he opened his eyes. The scent on the quilt had disappeared.

Luo Diandian felt a little curious, so she put on her clothes and went out.

Under the moonlight, the snow on the North Rim Peak had long since disappeared, the dead trees buried underground came back to life in spring, and the top of the mountain was covered with wild flowers in the meadow, creating a thriving scene.

Only Lu Wuhui's figure was at the edge of the cliff, silently looking at the long sword floating in front of him.

After a long while, he sighed softly, his thin lips parted slightly.

"You should return to the Sword Tomb."

But Jiemie remained silent, trembling slightly, and still stood in front of him.

The moonlight, like a veil, fell on the silver blade, and the weapon, which was as cold as frost, was now coated with a layer of light and gentle light.

Luo Diandian said nothing and watched quietly from behind.

Seeing that the long sword in front of him was stubbornly unwilling to leave, Lu Wuhui raised his hand slightly and Jiemie came closer.

The cold fingertips touched the even colder sword, as if they were meant to be one.

"I am no longer heartless. I cannot unleash even half of your strength. Go back and wait for the destined person to recognize you as my master again."

Finally, Lu Wuhui lightly touched his old friend who had fought for many years, withdrew his hand, and gently pushed it away with the blue spiritual energy.

But Jiemie still refused to leave, but Lu Wuhui had already turned around without a doubt.

It hovered in the air, its lonely figure looking a little helpless and lonely.

But the next moment, warm hands held it.

"What a beautiful sword! Since your master doesn't want you anymore, then I am your new master, right?"

Luo Diandian held the sword in his arms as if he had picked up some rare treasure.

Facing the person who suddenly appeared beside him, Lu Wuhui felt helpless, but he also indulged her behavior, "Why don't you sleep anymore?"

"I definitely won't be used to it if you're not around!" Luo Dian Dian hummed and raised his chin.

Lu Wuhui thought about her sleeping posture when she was asleep, which always wrapped around him tightly like an octopus. Her gentle breathing was only possible when she was in deep sleep, and she was a little silent.

Luo Diandian saw that he was silent, then looked at the long sword in his arms.

"They don't want to leave, but you still want to drive them away."

"They say the sword is a true wife to a sword cultivator. Why, you abandoned her after using her? I don't think your ruthlessness has been extinguished at all!"

Jiemie stayed quietly in her arms without any resistance.

Lu Wuhui stretched out his hand and pinched her face. Seeing that she was a little angry, he chuckled and coaxed her.

"I have you to protect me, and it's useless to me. Isn't it a waste?"

Luo Diandian disagreed and continued to speak for Jiemie.

"Then put yourself in my shoes. If you were to pester me, I would also push you—"

But in an instant, the movement on her face intensified a little, and Luo Diandian let out a soft moan.

Lu Wuhui interrupted her aggressive words directly, his eyes darker than the endless night.

"Don't say that again."

A cold wind blew around me, and the air suddenly became a little colder. It was a warm spring day, but it was like snow in June.

A sheepish smile appeared on Luo Diandian's face, and he cursed himself for being stupid.

After stepping on a big thunder, I quickly went forward and pulled his sleeve to comfort him.

"Oh, I just want you to keep it, no, no, I love you the most, I wish I could tie you to my pants all day long."

The words were very rough, but Lu Wuhui could tell what was unintentional and what was the truth.

"Besides, if Jiemie looks down on others, wouldn't he be unable to unleash even half of his strength? Wouldn't it be a waste to stay in that sword tomb?"

"Isn't that what you mean by annihilation?" Luo Diandian raised the sword in his hand and asked with a smile.

The long sword was silent for a moment, then trembled slightly as a response.

Under the warm moon, his beloved held his sword, and acted coquettishly with him with soft eyes.

This scene made Lu Wuhui's expression relax in just a moment.

Then his eyes fell on the ground where her bare feet were standing. Her white toes were rubbing against the ground unruly, collecting a lot of dust.

He picked her up with his left hand, and with his right hand threw the Sword of Destruction out of her arms and inserted it into the scabbard on the stone table.

"As you wish."

Even in the faint tone, Luo Diandian could hear endless doting in it.

Humph, in fact, even if Lu Wuhui didn’t say it in his heart, Luo Diandian could know that he was actually reluctant to die in his heart, but his clear brain made him make a clear move.

But in the end, it was because of her interference that Lu Wuhui was persuaded.

When I returned to the room, Xiaohuo had already fallen asleep in the bedding prepared by Luo Diandian.

Luo Diandian was placed on the bed, and Lu Wuhui squatted down and cast a dust-clearing spell to remove the dust from her feet.

Looking at his serious face, she held her feet in one hand. The warm and cool aura swirled between her feet, but it made her feel itchy in her heart.

When was there a time when the almighty Sword Sect leader would do such a thing for her so meticulously?

"Aren't you a useless Taoist? I thought you couldn't even use your spiritual energy anymore!"

Luo Diandian lifted her toes and swayed. She really liked this relaxing movement.

After cleaning one foot, Lu Wuhui's powerful hands caught her other running foot.

"I am a useless Daoist, not just my Dantian meridians."

The way forward was blocked, and the strength was like a beast trapped in a cage, unable to move forward even a single step.

Things related to the Merciless Sword could no longer be used, and even his cultivation was affected to a certain extent, but he did not become a useless person.

This really touched upon Luo Diandian's blind spot in knowledge.

"This is what happens when you don't listen carefully in the Sword Sect."

Lu Wuhui raised his eyes and glanced at her, then released his foot from his palm and said something.

"Humph, back then I was still at Jianfeng, and I didn't see you teaching me."

Hearing this, Luo Diandian became a little angry. She still remembered that she was treated differently in the past and she cursed Lu Wuhui countless times behind his back.

Lu Wuhui said indifferently, "You are dull and don't want to waste your breath."

"You! Just because of this?" Luo Diandian said in disbelief.

"otherwise?"

Since they both stayed by my side, I had detected the aura in their bodies.

Lu Wuhui was very aware of the dried-up spiritual energy in Luo Diandian's body.

Not wanting to teach her step by step from the beginning, I asked her to start with chores and learn the basics first.

However, when Lu Wuhui saw how hard she was practicing, he couldn't help but give her some pointers.

He even saw Luo Diandian being lazy from time to time and making no progress, and he was confused when teaching her the sword technique.

Afraid that she wouldn't be able to enter the outer gate, and unwilling to spend extra energy to guide her, he simply gave her special training and threw her into the sword realm to infuse her with the Qingfeng Sword.

At first, Lu Wuhui was indifferent to the person in front of him.

It was only after the Desolate Flame Volcano, and as they spent more time together, that he gradually turned his attention to her and became more patient.

At first, Lu Wuhui didn't believe that such a person would later become his wife.

He fixed his gaze on the smiling face of the person in front of him.

After knowing the truth, Luo Diandian's face was full of satisfaction. She happily stretched out her arms, hugged him and whispered softly,

"Will you hold me while I sleep?"

Knowing that Lu Wuhui was not the person she had thought she would treat differently, Luo felt relieved.