Chapter 89 Chapter 89 "Who can...
Is it my fault?
Chen Qian was stunned for a moment and nodded.
At this point, it is indeed all his fault.
Yao Ning looked at his dazed expression, his brows slowly furrowed. "Tsk, do you know what I hate most about you?"
Shen Qian flinched, as if these words were a sharp knife that pierced his heart. He had no way to avoid it and could only try to cover his ears to deceive himself.
Yao Ning said coldly, "I hate your feigned innocence. We've been married for many years, and I know your character best."
After Yao Ning finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave without caring about Chen Qian's hurt expression.
Chen Qian looked at Yao Ning's back.
The experience in the illusion seemed to overlap with this moment. Three different Yao Nings turned and left at the same time, with the same determination and cruelty, leaving him alone to face endless despair.
Not knowing where he got the strength from, Shen Qian took a step forward and grabbed Yao Ning's hand.
"Don't go," he begged hopelessly. "Don't leave me."
Yao Ning paused and looked sideways. Chen Qian looked at the face he had been thinking about day and night. At that moment, all his dignity, pride, and resentment left him.
Chen Qian stretched out his other hand, wanting to hug Yao Ning from behind.
His Aning appears tough and cold on the outside, but he is actually very soft-hearted. He looks like a prickly little hedgehog, but when you hold him in your arms, he will carefully retract his sharp thorns and look at you with his wet eyes.
Shen Qian thought, no matter if it was mean or hypocritical, he would first appease Yao Ning, and then resolve the misunderstandings between them one by one. If he couldn't resolve them, he would spend the rest of his life making up for it.
He couldn't let Yao Ning leave him again.
He couldn't bear it.
Yao Ning's profile was getting closer and closer, Chen Qian's gaze swept across her drooping eyebrows and high nose bridge, and his breathing became very slow and light.
He thought, he really can't bear it...
There was a sharp pain in his wrist, and bright red blood spurted out. Yao Ning's profile kept moving away until he hit the ground with a bang.
Shen Qian covered his bleeding wrist and found that his left hand was missing.
He raised his pale face covered in sweat and saw Yao Ning slowly retracting his support not far away.
The sword blade reflected the sunlight, and a flash of white light passed by.
Chen Qian opened his eyes wide, but Yao Ning didn't even look at him, but slowly squatted down.
There were spots of blood foam on her cheeks. Yao Ning wiped it away casually, and the blood foam spread, staining half of her cheek red.
Yao Ning picked up a severed hand from the ground.
A heart-wrenching pain came from Chen Qian's wrist.
Yao Ning was holding the hand, her cheek stained with blood, like some kind of man-eating monster. She looked over.
"Brother, if I cut off one of your hands, will it help you understand a little bit about your current position in my heart?"
Shen Qian was sweating profusely, his heart tightly twisted.
He understood that Yao Ning was now willing to hurt him.
"You don't understand, so I'll tell you." Yao Ning said expressionlessly, "You are worthless in my heart."
"I'm not killing you because I'm showing mercy or considering our friendship." Yao Ning reached for his neck and plucked off a shiny object. "I'm grateful to my senior sister and the sect leader for saving your life today. From today on, I have nothing to do with you or the Xuanqing Sect. Be careful when we meet again."
Yao Ning waved his hand, and a tiny light drew an arc in the air and fell into Chen Qian's arms.
He lowered his eyes and saw a small ice flower.
"For you, losing a hand is a huge loss." Yao Ning looked at the broken hand that had lost its warmth. "But for me, this is far from enough."
There was a "bang" sound as a cluster of red flames burst out from her palm, covering her severed hand in the blink of an eye.
After a moment, Yao Ning put down his hand, and a handful of black ashes fell to the ground.
Chen Qian stared blankly, feeling that Yao Ning in front of him had become unfamiliar.
Aning is not like that.
For his sake, she once entered the ancient secret realm alone, and even if her soul was damaged, she was determined to get a pill for him.
She was overbearing and tyrannical. Before he knew her well, she snatched the marriage lamp and used threats and inducements to force him to marry her.
No matter how cold or excessive he was, she was so angry that she ran away from home, but in the end, as long as he coaxed her, she would be willing to put aside her grudges and come back to listen to him obediently.
How could this happen?
How did it come to this?
This is not his Aning.
His Aning would make him feel safe and secure, and his Aning would never let him be sad for too long.
Chen Qian stood up shakily and collapsed, "You are not Aning, where did you hide my Aning?"
Yao Ning patted the ashes on his hands: "She is dead."
"Little by little..." Yao Ning smiled, uttering cruel words word by word, enjoying Chen Qian's collapse, "Killed by you."
Chen Qian's vision gradually blurred, and he was so heartbroken that even breathing became labored. He was unwilling to accept this. This was not the case, this was not the case. He stretched out his hand to grab Yao Ning. He was extremely sad and wanted to say to her, this was not the case. How could I bear to kill the love of my life? How could I bear to let her get hurt in the slightest?
You're wrong, that's not me, that's not me.
However, Yao Ning only left him with a gradually receding back view.
Chen Qian felt that the world was spinning, and the whistling sound of the wind was mixed with many other sounds, which overlapped and repeated endlessly.
"May I have your name?"
"Don't say anything unnecessary."
"Senior sister, when I grow up, I will marry you."
"I'm tired of it."
"I'm sorry, I can only let you die."
"What about you? Have you ever loved anyone?"
"Senior Sister, there is no such person."
…
When Jiangcan entered the room, Yao Ning was washing his hands, and the basin was a glaring red.
The night wind suddenly rushed in from outside the door, and the bone-chilling coldness penetrated his clothes. Yao Ning coughed twice.
A little demon cultivator lowered his head and put a cloak on Yao Ning. This time it was made of rabbit fur, snow-white and fluffy, covering Yao Ning's slightly pale cheeks.
"What a nice fragrance." Yao Ning sniffed, "What kind of floral scent is this in the middle of summer?"
"You're familiar with it." The silkworm stood far away at the door. "Can't you smell it?"
It was the somewhat sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms. Yao Ning was dazed and felt a heaviness on her neck. The little demon cultivator who was tying her cloak suddenly trembled and fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, unable to speak.
The silkworm said, "I finally picked someone who was nimble, but he turned out to be stupid."
This little demon cultivator was just a little heavy-handed when tying the belt, but it looked like the silkworm was going to kill him. Yao Ning felt annoyed: "What's the big deal? Could it be that Your Majesty is angry and is using his subordinates to vent his anger on me?"
The murderous intent in Jiangcan's body subsided, and he was silent for a long while before saying, "Go away."
The little demon cultivator retreated tremblingly.
The silkworm sighed, "I remember there's a saying in the human world: a golden house hides a beautiful girl. Do you think this house is beautiful?"
Seeing that Yao Ning did not answer, Jiangcan continued, "I built a high pavilion for you, carefully selected servants, and spent countless rare treasures to save your life, but I still couldn't get a smile from you."
Yao Ning looked at Jiang Can strangely: "Your Majesty, I know you are not a sentimental person. What do you want to say?"
"I'm not someone who's sentimental," the silkworm repeated. "How well do you know me?"
Yao Ning wiped his hands and sat down. "Let me guess, Your Majesty, everything you've done has always been for the Demon Realm. Now you're showing me your goodwill, but I'm not tolerated by the righteous path. So you want me to protect the Demon Realm for you after you die?"
The expression on Jiangcan's face froze: "After I die?"
"You have a very high level of cultivation, yet you easily let us go when the righteous path entered the demonic realm earlier. So I guess you must have some constraints." Yao Ning drummed his fingers on the table and spoke slowly, "I am clearly a trouble, but you are willing to help me with all your strength. It's because Du Wuzhu has ulterior motives, Bai Su is brave but not wise, and you need someone who can make the difference."
"But why do you put all your hopes on others? The only explanation is that you can't rely on yourself."
"Everyone says that the Demon Lord Jiangcan is half a step away from ascending, but the laws of nature are clearly different. No one has ascended in a thousand years. You are going against the will of heaven and are only half a step away. Wouldn't you invite backlash? So I guess you are about to die, Your Majesty."
Jiangcan was not wearing a mask, and a trace of loneliness appeared on his handsome face. Yao Ning's face was reflected in his clear eyes: "You guessed it right, but why can't you allow me to admire you even when I rely on you?"
"Admiration?" Yao Ning seemed to have heard something funny. "I really can't figure out where this admiration comes from."
The silkworm smiled, and that smile was truly charming, completely at odds with the brutality he had displayed previously.
He pressed his fingers together, and a branch grew out from his fingertips. The branch grew rapidly, sprouted, turned green, and finally produced a small pink double-petaled cherry blossom.
The silkworm broke off the flower branch and walked over.
"Yao Ning." He landed beside Yao Ning, placed the cherry blossoms beside Yao Ning, and leaned over across the coffee table, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Who can remain unmoved after coming into contact with someone like you? You seem to know nothing about yourself?"
Yao Ning was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Your Majesty, there is no need to tell jokes. Since we each have our own goals, why don't we talk about business."
Jiangcan sat up straight and lowered his eyelashes: "Business?"
"I'm all alone now. Since you want me to take over the Demon Realm from you, I also want you to help me eliminate the person behind this?"
"The person behind the scenes? You mean..."
"The energy of chaos, the man behind the scenes." Yao Ning knocked on the table, "Since I saved my life, he will not survive."
"What are you going to do?"
"You don't ask me who is behind this?" Yao Ning raised his eyebrows and stared sharply into Jiangcan's eyes. "Could it be that Your Majesty already knew?"
The silkworm shook his head: "I don't know, but I'm dying soon. It doesn't matter who it is. I'm just curious about what you are going to do."
"Find him and kill him." Yao Ning said, "It's that simple."
The silkworm nodded. "With your intelligence, it's only a matter of time before you find the person behind this. Killing him won't be difficult either. But what if the Chaos Energy spreads again?"
"I lived well for the first twenty-one years of my life. If it weren't for that person's control, the chaotic energy would never have spread."
"That's a method." Jiangcan said, "So you take the offensive?"
Yao Ning vaguely felt that something was wrong: "Could it be possible to 'defend' it?"
"Why not?" Jiangcan looked at Yao Ning steadily, "You also said that you lived well for the first twenty-one years. If you had been well, even if the person behind the scenes had supernatural powers, the chaotic energy would not be able to spread to the entire world."
Yao Ning suddenly retracted his fingers.
Jiangcan was too deceptive. He was violent, cruel, and self-centered. Yao Ning had never thought that such a person would adopt a defensive strategy.
"Guard?" Yao Ning's spiritual power began to circulate. "How are you going to keep me safe?"
After the spiritual power circulated for a moment, it was suddenly restrained.
Yao Ning felt her tense body suddenly go limp. She stood up with the help of a chair. The world in front of her was shaking, but Jiang Can's beautiful face remained calm.
Yao Ning wanted to summon Fu Guang, but when he stretched out his hand, he only felt empty space.
A luxurious carpet painted with hummingbirds, fish and insects flew towards her. Her waist tightened and she fell into a somewhat cold embrace.
The voice of the silkworm sounded faintly above her head: "Yao Ning, you are too strong. I can only trap you to achieve peace in the world."
Yao Ning was furious, not knowing when she had fallen into Jiangcan's trap. She had always been on guard against her.
A familiar floral scent wafted past his nose, and the panicked figure of the little demon cultivator appeared before Yao Ning's eyes.
She was wary of the silkworm, but not of this insignificant little person.
Jiangcan picked her up and walked towards the couch. Yao Ning's eyelids felt heavier than a thousand pounds and kept falling. She forced her eyes open and looked at the shaking and distorted world in front of her: "I hate being lied to the most in my life, Jiangcan, I will kill you."
Jiangcan placed her on the couch and covered her with a quilt, remaining restrained and not showing any disrespect.
"You can't kill me." He looked down at her, "Yao Ning, you've already lost."
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