Han Qianling scoffed, mocked, and sneered in his heart. He didn't even want to care about the last few fragments of the Dao Source at the bottom of the pool. At this point, everything was meaningless, and everything would come to an end. He jumped out of the deep pool, walked out of the holy mountain, walked under the silver-white thundercloud, and then looked up to see Luo Jiujiang.
He saw the only and eternal anchor in his life.
His consciousness finally returned vaguely in the blur, and Han Qianling held Luo Jiujiang in his arms. Emotions other than evil thoughts gradually emerged because of the warm body in his arms. Han Qianling finally remembered that this was the world that Luo Jiujiang loved.
...He cannot love this world, but his lover loves it.
I won't destroy this world. At that moment, Han Qianling spoke coldly in his heart to the mysterious heaven, and the echoes spread in circles in his heart, regardless of whether any existence heard it.
I want Jiujiang to accompany me for the last part of my journey, and nothing else I ask for.
The evil thoughts that had been deeply suppressed by etiquette and restraint for many years were once again suppressed by Han Qianling, and the leaked part brewed a dose of paranoia that Han Qianling could not change.
This idea is like a strong liquor that can make people drunk with just one drop, and they no longer have to worry about what happens after death; this idea is also like a numbing powder that strips away feelings, ending all of Han Qianling's pain the moment it surfaces.
Death is such a frightening, infuriating, and difficult thing to face, but if Luo Jiujiang is with him, it seems as if all the resentment is willing to disappear.
Forced by the impending soul-searching thunder, Han Qianling's words were brief. And because the thought of dragging Luo Jiujiang into his arms and into death was so tempting, Han Qianling was so focused on restraining himself that his words were even a little jumbled.
But Luo Jiujiang understood.
At this critical moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Luo Jiujiang's mind -
No wonder Qianling deliberately avoided the holy mountain when he was forming a baby.
He didn't want the Holy Mountain to watch him die, and he didn't want to die in front of his mother.
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