Chapter 138 You Can’t Go
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[Number One hates this shitty fate the most.]
It was like this before and it is like this now.
But this time, he accepted his fate calmly.
Because in that destiny, Lingze is alive.
That's enough, he thought.
It was like I accepted the name Shu Yue the first time I met her.
This time, Shu Yue gave up her past obsession without hesitation.
He threw himself into his own destiny and accepted his death calmly.
According to the fate destined for him by heaven, his body became weaker day by day.
He was once an immortal who was immune to all diseases, but now his body is more fragile than that of an ordinary person.
Just a cold wind could easily take Shu Yue's life.
When Shu Yue was bedridden, Lingze, the god who had remained calm in the face of the threat of death, suddenly lost his mind.
Lingze thought of many ways to save Shu Yue, and she even went to ask the God of Light for help.
When she finally found a feasible solution from the God of Light, Shu Yue told her that the souls of celestial beings would dissipate on their own after death.
At that moment, Lingze felt hopeless.
Suddenly, she seemed to think of something.
She began to rummage through the drawers looking for something.
Finally, in a corner, she found the dagger that Shu Yue threw away that night.
"If you kill me, you can recover, right?"
Lingze muttered to herself, and as she spoke she put the dagger in Shu Yue's hand, grabbed his hand and was about to stab her in the chest.
Shu Yue's expression suddenly changed, and her eyes became extremely cold and aggressive.
He struggled against Lingze's control despite his sick body and threw the dagger in his hand several meters away.
A burst of energy supported him to get up from the bed, stood in front of Lingze, and threw her onto the bed with force.
Then, without waiting for Lingze to react, he leaned over and pressed on Lingze, pinching Lingze's chin with one hand, and looking at Lingze with his ink-black eyes.
He didn't say anything, just stared at her, but it seemed as if he was saying a thousand words.
"Why are you crying?" Shu Yue's voice was hoarse because of her illness.
These few words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the last word was almost inaudible.
Shu Yue's hand gently stroked Lingze's face, wiped away the still warm tears, and then he smoothed the hair at Lingze's temples, his movements so gentle as if he was holding a priceless treasure.
To Yu Shuyue, Lingze is his treasure, whom he cherishes as his life, and the lover he holds in his hands and cares about in his heart.
Shu Yue chuckled: "Don't cry, it hurts me."
Shu Yue used to be most afraid of death, but now, he felt that compared to death, what hurt him more was Lingze's tears.
He pretended to be calm and said, "This world is really boring."
"People in this world are busy and mediocre, either pursuing power or money."
"The poor bow to the powerful, and the powerful bow to the more powerful."
"I've had enough of this constant back-and-forth."
Shu Yue gently kissed Lingze's lips. It was clearly an extremely intimate gesture, but there was no sense of blasphemy.
"I was liberated before you, you should bless me."
A smile appeared on Shu Yue's face, as if he was the winner this time.
Lingze had been crying and looking at Shu Yue since she started talking, but suddenly she started laughing while crying.
Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of scaring the person in front of her.
"Since this world is so bad, can I leave with you?"
Shu Yue shook her head capriciously, "Not good, not good at all."
"You haven't suffered enough yet, you can't be free yet."
Shu Yue was like a mischievous child. "You have to be like me, suffer a lot, go through many, many years, and think about death thousands of times before you can come to me."
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