Chapter 51 Chapter 51 "I've only ever liked you."...
Ten thousand mountains pay homage to the only monarch.
It is an ancient and vast power that connects the earth.
The earth gives birth to plants, and each root goes deep into the ground, becoming an extension of the silkworm's body and soul.
So when Yao Ning stepped into the Demon Lord's Palace, he lost control of his spiritual power and was suppressed by the invisible pressure and unable to get up.
She thought the pressure came from above.
In fact, it came from underground, and she was firmly absorbed by the domain he expanded.
The sun will eventually set, but the earth will last forever.
At the moment when the mountains knelt down to the silkworm, Yao Ning and Shen Qian were swept away by the strong wind from the end of the world, like two dead leaves, at an unimaginable speed for thousands of miles in an instant.
At such a fast speed, every stone in front of them became a sharp blade. The purple lightning tangled and coiled into a spherical shield, the edges of which shimmered and crackled, barely protecting the two people in the middle.
Shen Qian held Yao Ning's hand tightly.
The wind suddenly stopped, and the spherical shield smashed the rocks and continued to roll forward. A loud bang and fallen trees and rocks showered down on the people, and the small space instantly became dark.
After an unknown amount of time, the two men struggled to get up from the ruins.
Yao Ning's first feeling was that the sky was getting dark.
Then she discovered that it was because they were in a dense forest that blocked out the sun.
The dark swamp, the huge tree trunks stretching overhead, the smell of rotting fallen leaves, and the beams of light cast through the gaps between the branches and leaves.
The bone-chilling coldness of not seeing the sun all year round came over me.
Yao Ning exhaled a breath of white air, but once again found that she didn't feel cold in this ice cave-like place.
My whole body is warm, especially my back, which feels hot and burning.
She suppressed this strange feeling and looked around.
This place is simply the home ground of the silkworms. Any slender grass stem can inadvertently turn into a long spear and pierce their throats.
She felt the overwhelming, impenetrable gaze.
The raised branches, the dark petals swaying in the breeze, the mist floating in the swamp, and the fleeting reptiles all seem to be part of the silkworm.
They were surrounded and wrapped by silkworms.
Like an unborn fetus, wrapped in the mother's amniotic fluid, isolated from the outside world, it can only hear the mother's heartbeat, the mother's voice, and the mother's breathing.
But the silkworm is not a gentle and loving mother, and the deep forest is more like flowing venom than amniotic fluid.
Yao Ning looked up at the sky. The ancient trees were so tall that she looked as small as a mayfly.
Yangyan's mind method was running, but she could not sense the sun. There was no sunlight, only the twisted and intertwined shadows cast by the giant trees.
Shen Qian swung his sword, and the sharp blade cut through the air, making a heavy metallic sound. However, Ting Ni seemed to be sealed by an invisible force, becoming an ordinary sword. The blade cut through the branches, that's all.
They fell into the execution ground of the silkworm, and under the suppression of absolute power, they became two complete mortals.
If you wander into the devil's world, there is a sign of this ending.
Shen Qian squeezed her hand: "Don't be afraid."
Yao Ning tried to break free again: "I'm not afraid."
Shen Qian smiled and said, "I'm scared, so don't let me go, okay?"
Yao Ning glanced at him and said, "We are about to die."
It was as eerie as a graveyard here. Staring at the huge green leaves in front of me for too long, I began to feel the texture flowing, and then they suddenly opened their mouths, revealing the dense and sharp green fangs inside.
"Yeah, they're almost dead." Chen Qian's eyes swept over the mutated plants for a moment. The tense atmosphere of death was about to break out, and they were like fish on a chopping board.
However, the man spoke calmly, as if dying was a common occurrence: "Aning, we are about to die, do you still blame me?"
Yao Ning was stunned.
If they were really going to die here today, what would they be?
Husband and wife, fellow students, or lovers of hatred?
The tree trunks, branches, leaves and shrubs seemed to have moved much closer without them noticing.
Yao Ning looked at the large, deeply pinnate leaves in front of him. A long, thin tail extended from the top of the leaf, with water droplets dotted on the tip. In the light mist in the forest, it sometimes turned into a big mouth full of sharp teeth.
She had just seen this leaf. It was more than ten feet away from her at that time, but she didn't know when it was right in front of her.
She was in a trance for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
Chen Qian looked at her smiling face, not realizing that his eyes had become obsessed.
Yao Ning looked at him: "I don't blame you."
Don’t blame him for his coldness and neglect over the years, don’t blame him for never responding, don’t blame him for hurting me time and time again.
It means not caring.
She has said it many times, but Chen Qian never learns his lesson and always indulges in wishful thinking.
The light in his eyes dimmed and his chest ached dully.
He lowered his head, and even such a high-ranking person seemed a little aggrieved.
The plants were still approaching invisibly, and soon the place where they were standing was only the size of a room. The overlapping branches and shrubs turned into a cage, constantly tightening, like a giant python crushing and suffocating its prey.
Yao Ning swung his sword and chopped the vine. Sticky green juice gushed out like blood, but quickly recovered.
She seemed to hear a shrill and resentful scream.
"I only have myself to blame for being so stubborn all along."
Chen Qian's eyes flickered, and he raised his head slowly, afraid of disturbing something and asked softly, "Aning, what did you say just now?"
His throat suddenly tightened, as if he was afraid he was hallucinating. "Aning, what did you say? Can you say it again?"
He stared at Yao Ning so intently that he didn't notice that his strength suddenly increased, causing her hand to hurt.
Yao Ning looked back at him calmly, as if he had let go of all his grudges and resentments at this moment.
The woman's voice was as soft as a dream, and it was filled with a hint of annoyance and anger: "It's okay if you don't understand. I don't know how many times I've heard it since I was a child."
Chen Qian was stunned for a moment, and Yao Ning quickly broke free from his hand, rubbed his palms, turned around and walked a few steps away, looking for a possible exit here.
The light in the forest was dim, and the thin skylight outlined the woman's slender figure.
The tall shadow not far away stood there in a daze for a moment, then suddenly took a few steps forward and hugged her from behind.
The warm, rapid breath was right next to her ears, and the arms that were holding her body were as hard to shake as iron, with such strength that it seemed as if they were melting into her bones and blood.
Yao Ning was about to struggle, but stopped when he heard Chen Qian's voice.
"I understand." His voice was hoarse, with a suppressed, barely audible tremor, "Aning, I understand."
Yao Ning slowly lowered his hands and let him hold her tightly.
His breath was against her neck, so hot that she subconsciously avoided it.
There was a hint of laughter in Shen Qian's hoarse voice: "You don't blame me anymore, right? I understand."
As he smiled, the corners of his eyes suddenly turned red.
Two dry vines shot out from behind like poisonous tongues, wrapping up Fu Guang and Ting Ni and dragging them into the bottomless swamp.
Yao Ning subconsciously reached out to grab it, but his consciousness slowed down and his body, having lost its spiritual power, moved sluggishly.
The fog in the forest, or the poisonous plants, would suppress their spiritual power as soon as they landed, and now even their reactions were much slower.
Slowly, it will become quiet food, being dismembered, torn and chewed meekly.
What a pathetic way to die.
This thought only flashed through Yao Ning's mind, but he didn't even feel the desire to fight.
Yao Ning felt a sharp pain in his hand and looked down to see a fallen dandelion gnawing at his flesh.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The pain was numbed and the scene before him seemed like a dream. Yao Ning wanted to resist, but found that even controlling his body became difficult.
Trying her best to stay conscious, she heard the sound of Shen Qian behind her.
"Aning." He called her, his voice thick, "Say it again."
Yao Ning knew he shouldn't pay attention to him.
I don't know when it started, but this person became more and more aggressive. With a cold and detached face, he did things that were more and more out of line, and he didn't feel ashamed at all.
But they are about to die silently and unconsciously.
It seems that all the complaints and reservations have become insignificant.
The palm of his hand felt a sharp pain again, and the pain of his flesh being devoured was as slightly psychedelic as a mosquito or fly bite.
I should have found a way to survive, I should have fought, I should have resisted at the last moment before I died.
However, she turned around with difficulty in his arms and looked up at his face.
"I've liked you since I first saw you at the age of six." Yao Ning thought she would feel relieved after saying these words deep in her heart, but she was overwhelmed by endless grievances. Her eyes were red, her voice was choked, and her eyes suddenly became fierce. "Why, why did you make me wait so long?"
My face felt warm.
That was the question deep in her soul, the scars that had accumulated over a long period of time.
Shen Qianru was hit in the heart by a huge hammer, and his flesh and blood fell apart.
He suddenly became stiff, as if someone had cut off his limbs, and every tear dropped by Yao Ning fell on his bloody wounds.
It was a feeling I had never experienced before.
His mind was shaken, and he felt as if the sky was overturning and rivers were flowing backwards. However, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was serious and tired.
When Yao Ning met such a deep gaze, the grievance in his heart turned into panic.
She shouldn't blame him.
She knew clearly that it was her wishful thinking from the beginning to the end and he had nothing to blame. She shouldn't blame him for the pain of her silent love.
They are all dying. It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be like this!
Yao Ning was anxious and afraid, throwing away his armor and weapons, and said hastily with red eyes: "It's my fault, I was wrong, please don't be angry, okay?"
She clumsily tried to recover.
If she was going to die, she didn't want him to hate her.
Yao Ning's eyes were red with anxiety, but she had a stubborn temper and had never been able to coax anyone.
Finally, desperate, she climbed onto his broad shoulders and stood on tiptoe to touch the corner of his lips.
"I said something wrong, please don't be angry, okay?" The girl's voice was nasal, soft and light, her watery eyes looked at him without blinking, her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered three words, "Brother Shen."
Shen Qian suddenly hugged her into his arms.
Yao Ning's chin hit his sternum, causing the tip of her tongue to hurt, but she didn't care. She looked up anxiously and panicked, wanting to see his face.
Shen Qian reached out and held down her restless head, pinning her against his chest so she couldn't move.
A deep voice sounded above her head: "Don't move."
Yao Ning just stood there motionless.
Shen Qian hugged her, buried his head in her shoulder, and remained silent for a long time.
Yao Ning felt a warmth on his back.
"Is it raining?"
As if in response to her words, a moment later, a drizzle of rain passed through the gaps in the treetops above and fell into the dark forest.
"It's raining." Chen Qian's eyes were moist, gradually blurred by the rain, and his voice changed tone, "Aning, I'm sorry."
Yao Ning felt at peace. She tried her best to maintain a clear mind and said slowly, "I don't blame you."
Chen Qian closed his eyes, and the tears that welled up were quickly washed away by the rain.
The cage in the deep forest shrank to a size that was only wide enough for two people to stand. Countless huge mouths opened, and sharp teeth cut into the flesh.
Chen Qian protected Yao Ning tightly and took most of the bites alone.
"I like you." Shen Qian said in her ear.
Yao Ning's mouth curled up, but hot tears flowed from his eyes: "Yeah."
"I've only ever liked you."
Yao Ning trembled.
Chen Qian held her tighter and kissed her neck: "I've only ever been moved by you."
Yao Ning let him hold her tightly. At this moment, it seemed as if all the sufferings she had experienced over the years had disappeared, and there was no longer any resentment in her heart.
Even if I were to die immediately, it wouldn't seem so scary anymore.
A strong smell of blood reached my nose, and my limbs began to itch, gradually becoming more and more intense.
"Aning."
"Um?"
"You said you liked me and didn't blame me, right?"
Yao Ning smiled, and said patiently amidst the increasingly intense stinging pain: "Yes. I like you, and I don't blame you."
"You won't forget or regret it, right?"
Yao Ning didn't understand his sudden question, but still answered seriously: "I won't forget it, and I won't regret it."
"You swear."
"I swear, even if I go to the underworld, cross the Naihe Bridge, and drink Mengpo soup, I will never forget it."
Countless plants scrambled for food, huge petals opened their mouths, and the dense teeth were covered with bright red flesh and blood. The wind blew up the fallen leaves and blood drops. The men and women in the cages were naked, their clothes fluttered, and their hair was tangled.
The man held the woman in his arms tightly.
Shen Qian lowered his head and moved closer to her lips.
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