Chapter 88: Husband and Wife Bowing
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I forcefully pulled Chong Li's hand and placed it on the Liuguang Sword, "Hold it."
Chongli had a complicated expression on his face, he said nothing, didn't move, as if he didn't hear anything.
In a masochistic attempt to gain final confirmation, I shouted, "I told you to hold onto the light!"
As the voice fell, a fishy and sweet taste came from the throat, and a stream of liquid from the bottom up choked out of the corner of the mouth uncontrollably.
I reached out to wipe it, and when I looked closely, I saw a scarlet stain on the corner of my sleeve.
It's just blood...
Seeing this, Chong Li stepped forward to check my injuries. I dodged his outstretched hand and shouted again, "I told you to hold it!"
Chongli sighed, and deep helplessness appeared in those familiar eyes.
In a trance, I thought Zhu Qing was standing in front of me, blaming me for not taking care of my body.
But the next second, Chongli reached out and naturally grasped Liuguang.
The Liuguang Sword sparkled in Chongli's hand, and the sword body emitted a pleasant buzzing sound uncontrollably, which was the response of the natal magic weapon to its master.
The scene before my eyes, every minute and every second, tells me that the person in front of me is Chong Li.
He was never Zhu Qing! He has been lying to me all along!
So what about my Zhu Qing? Where did my Zhu Qing go?
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but strong emotions flooded my body.
I tried to remain calm, but my trembling voice still revealed my unstable emotions:
"The Liuguang Sword recognizes you as its master. You are the God of Light, Chongli. Then where is my Zhuqing?"
Chong Li grabbed my shoulders with both hands, his voice slowed down, and he said with great determination, "I am Zhu Qing."
I have thought of many answers, and I have even accepted the ending where Zhuqing's memory is inherited by him and Zhuqing disappears completely.
After all, Chongli came down to earth because of me in the beginning, and later it was because I selfishly wanted to keep Zhuqing and plotted against Chongli.
I know I shouldn't blame him, and I've also thought about how I would take all the blame and leave sadly if he told the truth.
But I never expected that at this point, Chongli would still tell such a meaningless lie.
I don't understand why he did that, but it made me feel like my feelings for Zhu Qing were tarnished.
I just feel sick.
I swung his arm away with all my strength and pointed the dagger in my hand at his chest.
This dagger was made by me in my early years. It can cut through iron like mud and is indestructible.
For this dagger, I searched high and low for many materials and put in a lot of effort.
On the day the dagger was forged, I tested it and found that even gods would be injured by it.
Back then, I joked with the Goddess of Night that this dagger might even be able to kill gods.
Unexpectedly, the joke back then might actually come true now.
"Even today, you still don't want to tell the truth?"
"I know I owe you a lot, and many of the causes and consequences of this relationship are due to me, so I can accept the bitter consequences of this relationship."
"I don't ask you to do anything, I just want to get the truth from you."
My voice grew heavier and louder, and the last sentence I shouted out almost with all my strength: "How is Zhu Qing now?"
Chong Li looked anxious. He took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve and handed it to me: "Take this medicine to heal your wounds, and I will tell you where Zhu Qing is."
I looked at the medicine with half belief and half doubt. Chongli seemed to notice my hesitation and handed the medicine bottle to Mother Earth behind me.
"If you're worried, you can ask the government to test it for you before taking it."
Mother Earth took the bottle, sniffed it, and handed it to me. "It's a healing medicine, and it's the very best kind."
I took the bottle and drank it all. "Can you tell me now?"
Seeing that I had taken the medicine, Chongli breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became calm again: "I am Zhu Qing."
To me, this kind of trickery is like adding new wood to an already burning fire.
But before I could say anything, I heard Chong Li continue, "I have his memories and inherited his love for you."
"I'm afraid I know all your preferences, what you like and what you hate. I know you better than you know yourself."
"I know you like sunny days, I know you like sweets, and I know you like lively occasions."
"I have walked with you through mountains and rivers, seen all sorts of things in the world, cursed people and gods you disliked with you, and bought a string of candied haws with three cents and shared them."
"I have all the memories and feelings of everything Zhuqing did and said with you. Am I not Zhuqing?"
Chongli's voice is alluring and full of absolute control. With just a few words, he can bring people into the world he describes.
He spoke with great intoxication, his tone becoming more and more determined, as if he even believed it, but I just thought it was ridiculous.
"You are the God of Light, Chongli. You have Chongli's memories spanning tens of thousands of years. You and Zhuqing are two completely different people."
"So what if you have his memories? The moment your spirit returned to its place, you skimmed through Zhu Qing's life like a passing glance. Just because you saw it, you dare to say you are him?"
"At this point, do you still want to deceive yourself?"
Chong Li said firmly: "I am him, I have never lied to you."
I suddenly realized that I couldn't communicate clearly with this madman today.
I shook my head, raised the dagger and stabbed it towards his chest.
Just like when he killed Zhu Qing, his actions were swift and without any delay.
Since you say you are Zhu Qing, then please die like Zhu Qing.
Die in my hands.
I closed my eyes and imagined the scene of Chongli dodging.
Zhu Qing is willing to die for me, but the God of Light Chongli will not.
He just glanced at Zhu Qing's memory in a hurry. How could his self-righteous and shallow love resist the instinct of life for survival?
The next second, the gods were in an uproar.
I opened my eyes suddenly and saw that the dagger in my hand had pierced Chongli's chest.
He stood there, not moving at all, and the flowing sword in his hand, which he could have used to resist, was still held in his hand.
Scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, which was very eye-catching.
I seemed to see the scene of Zhu Qing dying in front of me. He was like that at the time, without any struggle, and let me stab the dagger into his chest with such trust.
Tears soaked my clothes, and the water droplets that kept dripping and appearing in my eyes made it impossible for me to see the person in front of me clearly.
I only felt that familiar hand gently stroking my cheek again, wiping away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
The dagger in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy, and his once nimble hands became stiff.
I couldn't hold the dagger and could only let it fall to the ground.
I suddenly felt so boring. There was nothing interesting in this world.
I staggered and pushed Chongli away, turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Chongli's arm.
Chong Li's voice was low and forced: "It's time for us to bow to each other as husband and wife."
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