"I can't bear to see the woman I love suffer. I'd rather let things continue like this." Mo Tian didn't want to give up, but he also knew that Wan'er was a woman of her word.
“How could a dignified Spirit Lord become so stupid? This is a blood sphere. If we don’t have any spiritual power, we will have difficulty breathing and suffocate to death,” Wan’er said, both amused and exasperated. However, she was afraid that Mo Tian would do something foolish again. “Besides, you know that I have a protective spiritual jade. This wound will not get worse. At most, it will remain as it is. As long as I find a chance to get out, my injury will heal quickly.”
Wan'er's analysis was reasonable and well-founded. Mo Tian remained calm and quietly tested himself. He found that he really didn't have much spiritual power left to activate.
The blood sphere sealed the resentment within and suppressed the spiritual energy within me. It seems that acting recklessly is indeed not the best course of action.
"How about this? I've already asked you a question, and now you can ask me one too. Time will pass quickly," Wan'er suddenly said after a moment of thought.
"A question?" Mo Tian seemed to be touched. Although Wan'er appeared optimistic on the surface, she was also feeling bad inside.
Reality is so cruel; no one knows what will happen next. Mo Tian felt uneasy, and looking at Wan'er, he suddenly longed for an answer.
"Okay!" Mo Tian sniffed, tears welling in her eyes, and agreed. "Then I'll ask you, and you must answer truthfully: Do you love me?"
The dignified ruler of a generation blushed when he confessed his love to a girl.
The question came out of nowhere. Wan'er stared blankly at Mo Tian. Mo Tian's lips trembled, and he suddenly felt a little afraid of the answer. So he opened his mouth and said, "If you don't like it, you can say so. I can handle it."
"I don't love you?" These were the words he was told. Mo Tian felt as if he had instantly fallen into an icebox. He struggled to look up at Wan'er, his eyes filled with tears he was trying to hold back. Then, the next second, Mo Tian noticed a hint of mischief in Wan'er's expression. Sure enough, after a few seconds of pause, she spoke again, "Who else could I like?"
Note that Ye Wan'er's choice of words is similar to Hua Motian's; she starts by using "love" and later uses "like," indicating that she is deliberately trying to relax the atmosphere and tease Motian.
"You, you little rascal, you scared me to death. Even when facing a thousand troops, I've never been this afraid as I am today." Hearing the last half of the sentence, Mo Tian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
If his arms hadn't been too short to reach her, he would have definitely held Wan'er tightly in his arms...
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. "Thump thump thump," the two people, though separated by distance, could both hear each other's strong heartbeats.
"Mo Tian, do you have any more questions?"
"I... I think I don't have any more for now. I just want to hear you repeat what you said earlier, without any joking around. Can you keep it simple?"
Mo Tian's eyes shone with fervor, and Wan'er knew exactly what Mo Tian wanted to hear.
"Listen up, Hua Motian, Ye Wan'er hereby declares that from this day forward, whether in heaven or on earth, in the four seas and eight wastelands, she will love only Hua Motian with all her heart, until death do us part." Wan'er expressed her love in every word, and her eyes were equally fervent.
Although these words were not simple, Mo Tian felt excited and extremely pleased upon hearing them.
“I love to hear that,” Mo Tian said, his eyes glistening with tears as he gazed at her intently. “I am not the emperor before you now. Today, I swear not by the name of the spirit lord, but by my own heart. I, Hua Mo Tian, hereby declare: whether in heaven or on earth, in the four seas and eight wastelands, whether the seas dry up or the rocks crumble, whether heaven and earth change color, I, Hua Mo Tian, will love only Ye Wan’er, until death do us part.”
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