Chapter 113 A Glimmer of Hope (Part 5)
Before reuniting with Yu Sheng, Feng Xixue had lived a muddled and miserable life for two thousand years.
Because of the instinct of demons to fall in love, he was deeply attached to his beloved. Her pain and suffering backfired on his heart and soul, causing him to endure a thousand times, ten thousand times, more severe torment.
No matter how strong one's will or how tenacious one's character, they cannot escape the continuous abuse that has lasted for thousands of years.
At his worst, he was insane, half lucid and half delirious.
People in despair can only let darkness engulf them and sink deeper and deeper, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they can be brought back to life and hold on tightly to the lifeline. Meeting Mu Meng and Mu Qingheng is Feng Xixue's lifeline. With a future to look forward to, her epilepsy has become less frequent. Since finding Yu Sheng in the Thirteen Provinces of Binzuo, she has never had an epileptic seizure.
On this day, because of Yu Sheng's slight intimacy and his delighted protection, a tightly taut string in his heart suddenly loosened, and Feng Xixue, who rarely slept, dreamed of the past.
A warm breeze caresses the face, and tender buds quietly sprout on the branches. It is the prime of early spring, and although the tender leaves are not lush, they are full of vitality, making one's heart soften upon seeing them.
The girl under the tree wore a light green dress, delicate and lively like a fairy transformed from the tender leaves on the branch. The boy beside her was dressed in a neat black outfit, with his dark hair tied up high, and his profile was sharp and handsome.
"Brother Feng, will you be gone for a long time?"
"have no idea."
"Um...can I come with you?"
"no."
"Is your home far away? In the capital? Or somewhere even further away?"
"It's very far."
The boy spoke succinctly, then suddenly turned his head and looked down at the girl. Her fair face and her clear, dark eyes were incredibly captivating; after one glance, he couldn't help but look away.
The boy stared at her for a while, then gently raised his hand to brush away a small leaf that had fallen on the girl's head: "Although it's far away, I will take you back someday."
The girl smiled and said, "I know."
She then asked, "Brother Feng, will your family like me?"
A fleeting look of confusion crossed the boy's dark, composed eyes, as if there were words in the little girl's words that he couldn't understand. But quickly, he pondered and replied, "I like it."
Although her answer was irrelevant, the girl still smiled.
She cupped her slightly flushed face in her hands and lowered her head shyly: "Then you must come back soon, be careful on the road, and don't get hurt or sick. I'll worry about you."
"Um."
“I’ve been waiting for you here. I’ll be of marriageable age next month…” The girl paused, then smiled, her eyes filled with longing. “I’m waiting for you to take me home.”
The boy stroked her soft hair: "I'll take care of everything."
A gentle spring breeze blew by, causing the girl's dark hair to curl and lightly brush against the back of his hand, bringing a strange, tingling sensation. That subtle yet undeniable feeling seeped into his veins, seeped into his bones, and settled deep within his heart.
Despite being so innocent and pure, she was born with such a seductive charm, even the tips of her hair were so alluring.
He, a pure demon, with a heart of unyielding stone that he was so proud of, found himself unable to resist.
Feng Xixue closed her eyes.
Soon, the warm, hazy light faded rapidly, plunging the world into darkness. The cold crept up the skin, swallowing up all warmth.
On the battlefield, yellow sand filled the sky, and the sounds of fighting were deafening. The man in black exuded a demonic aura, killing gods and Buddhas alike. The flesh and blood of mortals were as fragile as wisps of smoke in front of him. With a wave of his hand, they would turn into a cloud of blood and vanish.
He trampled countless lives under his feet. At the moment the city fell, he remained elegant and proud, his black robe fluttering in the wind, spotless.
His gaze was icy and penetrating, sharp and deep like that of a hawk, carrying a soaring murderous aura and ferocity, staring straight at the person on the city wall.
On the city wall, the old emperor beside him was terrified, his face ashen: "Who are you? Who are you? Monster...monster!! Guards! Protect the emperor! Seize him! Seize him!!"
Feng Xixue slightly curved the corners of her lips.
"I am the First Demon Envoy of the Demon Realm." He slowly raised his hand, a strange black mist materializing in his palm. He tilted his head and chuckled, "Take him down?"
Before the last word had even faded, the black mist had already transformed into countless blade-like streams of air, swiftly grazing the necks of thousands of soldiers. It seemed he had grown weary, ending everyone's lives in that instant.
Including the old emperor. Before he died, his eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Yu Sheng was also stunned, her hands and feet ice-cold as she looked at this scene she had never seen or even imagined in her life.
The next moment, the man who had been a hundred feet away from her was instantly in front of her, and his large hands, which had once broken off flower branches for her, ruthlessly gripped her throat.
"How dare you betray me?" His eyes were cold, and his voice was calm.
"Brother Feng... I'm so sorry..." Yu Sheng's voice was broken and fragmented from the excruciating pain, hot tears streaming down her face. "But I..."
Feng Xixue slowly raised his free hand, lazily extending a single index finger to touch his lips. His face was expressionless, but a chilling aura brewed within his dark eyes: "You broke your promise, but I cannot break mine."
"I'll take you back to my home."
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The night was deep, and the snow-white moonlight shone into the room, reflecting on Feng Xixue's tightly furrowed brows. His silvery white hair shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
He looked uneasy and pained, his lips were bluish and kept opening and closing.
Suddenly, Feng Xixue opened her eyes, turned her head and vomited a mouthful of blood, then fell to the ground in a disheveled state.
He had just fallen onto the blood he had vomited, staining a patch of his sleeve and half of his palm. A few strands of his hair were also covered in blood, and he trembled slightly, looking fragile and pitiful.
"Sheng Sheng... Sheng Sheng..."
Feng Xixue's pupils were slightly unfocused, her lips trembled, and she clutched her head in her hands, frantically murmuring the name etched deep in her heart, bleeding profusely: "Sheng Sheng... Sheng Sheng..."
His brows were furrowed tightly, and his eyes were bloodshot from the unbearable pain. With trembling hands, he reached into his robes, rummaged around for a while, and pulled out a gleaming silver hairpin.
The next moment, as if it were a habit etched into his bones, he reversed the silver hairpin, pointing the sharp tip at himself, and stabbed his hand repeatedly.
Soon, Feng Xixue's hand was covered in blood. He bit his lower lip tightly, but he couldn't stop the broken sobs from pouring out from between his lips and teeth.
In a daze, a series of urgent knocks sounded on the door, and the lingering smell of blood was momentarily diluted, replaced by a hint of the sweet scent of flowers and grass.
"Brother Feng? Are you alright? Would it be convenient for me to come in and check on you?"
Feng Xixue's unfocused eyes momentarily glazed over, then her gaze sharpened slightly. Her large, blood-stained hand trembled slightly, and the hairpin that had been moving up and down paused abruptly.
Outside the door, Yu Sheng waited for a long time without hearing any sound from inside. Somewhat worried, she pressed her ear against the door and listened intently, but she only heard one or two painful whimpers like those of a wounded wild animal.
But soon, she realized something was wrong. She vaguely heard Feng Xixue calling out incoherently, her voice filled with anguish and heartbreak.
She couldn't bear to see others suffer such a tragic fate, let alone Feng Xixue, who had been kind to her. She simply couldn't turn a blind eye.
However, no matter how hard she knocked, she couldn't open Feng Xixue's door. Yu Sheng bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally, her worry won out. She held her fingertips together, and a thin, clear spiritual energy slowly emanated from them.
She hadn't had high hopes, but her spiritual power flowed smoothly through Feng Xixue's door, allowing her to easily push it open.
Yu Sheng didn't have time to investigate the reason and immediately ran inside.
The sight before her truly startled her: Feng Xixue, dressed in thin clothes, knelt on the ground in a disheveled state, his white robes and half of his hair stained with blood, his body a mess. He held a silver hairpin in one hand, stabbing his other hand until it bled profusely, and continued to stab himself again and again.
"Feng Xixue! What are you doing?!" Yu Sheng quickly snatched the silver hairpin from him, grabbing a handful of sticky blood.
When the silver hairpin was snatched away, Feng Xixue's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly looked up, but his imposing aura vanished the moment he saw Yu Sheng's face. He stared blankly, two shallow tears streaming down his empty and vulnerable eyes: "Sheng Sheng..."
Feng Xixue's hands trembled, like a stray dog, as she cautiously lifted the hem of Yu Sheng's skirt, "Sheng Sheng... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I was wrong, I really know I was wrong..."
He pleaded in a low voice, "Please don't be angry with me...please..."
Yu Sheng had never seen anything like this before. She didn't know whether to leave or stay, so she slowly squatted down and looked at him: "Brother Feng, you... have you mistaken me for someone else?"
Feng Xixue gazed at her, his eyes brimming with tears, shimmering with light. He seemed to be looking at a fragile dream, and softly said, "How could I mistake you for someone else?"
His voice was so soft, as if he was afraid of startling someone.
Yu Sheng didn't say anything more. Anyone with eyes could see that Feng Xixue seemed to have some mental issues and wasn't quite lucid. So she didn't want to get entangled with him at this moment, and gently put her hand on his wrist: "Okay, let's not talk about it anymore, I'll help you up."
"Sheng Sheng, are you not angry with me anymore?"
He was very stubborn and refused to get up with Yu Sheng's help, so Yu Sheng could only casually coax him, "Don't be angry. I'm not angry. Get up quickly, the ground is so cold."
Feng Xixue asked softly, "Really?"
"Really, really. Don't cry."
As if granted a divine pardon, Feng Xixue slowly smiled. The heaviness and pain he carried were dispelled by Yu Sheng's light, airy words.
He even seemed more alive, his gaze filled with devotion as he looked at the girl before him, a look that resembled a soft sigh. The next moment, he stretched out his arms and suddenly pulled Yu Sheng into his embrace.
“Sheng Sheng…” Feng Xixue murmured softly.
"No...please don't," Yu Sheng exclaimed in fright, "Don't do this...let me go!"
If before, Yu Sheng only felt worry and concern, but at this moment she truly felt shock and fear. Feng Xixue's chest was hard and hot, and he exuded a powerful and awe-inspiring masculine aura.
Night, blood, shackles. Tears welled up in Yu Sheng's eyes, and just as she was about to struggle desperately, she suddenly froze.
Her shoulder was warm and damp, and the dampness seemed to be getting worse. Feng Xixue's tears were so heartbreaking that even she could feel the deep sorrow in them.
When she came to her senses, she belatedly realized that Feng Xixue had not bound her tightly like the others had done before. His embrace was careful, as if he were holding a fragile treasure, very lightly.
Without struggling desperately, Yu Sheng only moved slightly, and Feng Xixue immediately felt it, then helplessly withdrew her hands.
"Sheng Sheng, you... why are you crying?" Feng Xixue subconsciously raised her hand to wipe Yu Sheng's tears, but stopped halfway and looked at her palm with some unease. "Did I hurt you just now?"
Yu Sheng's turbulent heartbeat gradually calmed down, and after a moment of silence, she said, "No. You..."
"I'll go get you some medicine and gauze to bandage your wound."
After a moment's thought, Yu Sheng still couldn't bear to leave the battered and bruised Feng Xixue alone there, but since she hadn't started practicing healing arts yet, she could only help him using human methods.
Seeing Yu Sheng stand up, Feng Xixue immediately stood up as well: "No need... no need, Sheng Sheng, don't go yet..."
He asked in a low voice, "Can you stay a little longer? Don't leave me."
The hazy moonlight fell upon the two. The girl's petite and slender figure barely reached the man's chin. The man, half-covered in blood, looked like a chilling demon from hell. His shadow completely enveloped the girl, highlighting his absolute power. The contrast between them was stark.
"Please, don't go... okay?"
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