Chapter 40 Heartbreak "You'll never know how much I hate you!"...
Mu Qingheng slightly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. With a muffled groan, he collapsed to his knees as if he had lost all strength.
Mengmeng... Mengmeng said...
He hit her? He used the Azure Phoenix Feather to cut out her heart and then threw her off the endless cliff?
No! No!
He gradually recovered from the initial intense pain and slowly regained his voice. But after slightly opening his lips, he immediately bit them hard, so hard that his lips turned white, and blood gushed out from his lower lip in an instant.
He didn't want Mengmeng to hear his utterly useless screams until he could speak normally again.
But it really hurts, it really hurts.
This pain was a thousand times, ten thousand times more unbearable than the bone-eating poison I had previously experienced. Indescribable agony; even being torn apart by a thousand cuts, dismembered by five horses, or having my skin peeled and bones ripped apart would be insufficient to describe even a fraction of this inhuman torture that felt like being torn apart by heaven and earth.
Mu Meng looked coldly at Mu Qingheng.
He knelt before himself, his hands clutching his heart tightly, his body trembling to an almost unbelievable degree. His black hair hung down in disarray, stray strands mixed with cold sweat sticking haphazardly to his cheeks, and his lips were already bleeding from being bitten so hard.
Whether he was genuine or faking it, she didn't want to tell the difference.
Regardless of the circumstances, it's now certain that the person in front of her is her enemy from a past life, the one who imprisoned her, humiliated her, and hurt her.
When he locked her in the dimly lit palace, unable to bear his kisses, when he slapped her hard across the face, when he ripped out her heart and threw her off a cliff like trash, she thought—she must kill him!
He had better be genuinely weak, then her chances of winning would be greater.
Mu Meng clenched her fist, and a stronger and stronger light gradually appeared on her slender white hand—there was no one here. She killed Mu Qingheng, and as long as she cut open his chest and dug out his stone heart for everyone to see, the people of the Heavenly Clan, including her father, would not say a word. They would even praise her for eliminating a scourge.
"If you don't stand up and fight me, then I'll have to be impolite." Mu Meng's eyes were extremely cold. As soon as she finished speaking, she swung her hand, and a burst of spiritual energy was mercilessly thrown towards Mu Qingheng's crown!
She attacked quickly and with great spiritual power, but Mu Qingheng was an even greater expert. He had already sensed Mu Meng's attack before it even happened. However, the excruciating pain was intense, and the agony in his limbs made him almost powerless to defend himself. He could only do his best to turn his body to the side, allowing the spiritual power to strike his right shoulder.
He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood with a "poof," and knew without touching it that the bones in his right shoulder were completely shattered.
His fingers pressed into the muddy ground stained with blood; his once slender, fair, and spotless hands were now filthy.
"Mengmeng..." Mu Qingheng spoke softly, blood clinging to his lips as he opened and closed them, "If you want to kill me, I will never resist... but not now..."
His eyes showed almost no emotion other than pain. He mustered all his strength to utter this complete sentence, each word so weak it was almost a breath.
That look is so pitiful.
Mu Meng gritted his teeth.
I wonder if she was just as pitiful when she collapsed on the edge of the endless cliff, covered in blood?
Mu Meng's expression was cold as she walked step by step to Mu Qingheng, grabbed his collar, and tightly gripped his throat with her small, white hand: "You have tormented and humiliated me, but I disdain to do the same to you. Just as you said, in this life you did not harm Yunze Realm and even took the initiative to let my sister and the King of Donghai go. I can accept this favor from you. Since you are in so much pain, I will give you a quick death and will not torment you."
With that, she drew a dagger from her waist. The cold blade flashed with a faint light, and Mu Meng plunged it into Mu Qingheng's heart without hesitation!
In the blink of an eye, Mu Qingheng swiftly grabbed the blade, the tip only piercing half an inch into his chest, the rest held firmly in his hand.
Blood from his palm slowly trickled down his strong wrist.
Mu Qingheng raised his eyes and looked into Mu Meng's clear and beautiful eyes.
The excruciating pain made his ears ring, and he could barely hear what he was saying: "Mengmeng, it's not that I don't want to die, my life is yours, if you want it, I will definitely give it back to you... just please let me do two more things."
Mu Meng said, "Mu Qingheng, when I was imprisoned in the demon's den by you with iron chains, I only asked you for one thing: please light a candle for me. Did you do that?"
Mu Qingheng's eyes reddened further, gradually turning into a look of despair.
Mu Meng didn't speak to him again, his expression resolute as he tightened his grip, focused solely on plunging the knife into his heart. Mu Qingheng also exerted force at the same time, seemingly without feeling pain, the sharp blade almost slicing through half of his palm, blood gushing even more turbulently down his arm.
At the same time, he began to cough softly, and after a few coughs, the cough gradually became more violent, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
“The demons… I’ll rid you of them… It’s too dangerous… I’ll rid you of them…” Although Mu Qingheng was stronger than Mu Meng, his eyes, strained from the torment, were already slightly unfocused. He instinctively finished speaking, “And… there’s also…”
"It wasn't me..."
"Mengmeng, it wasn't me..."
He didn't mention it to anyone, nor did he dare to recall his only nightmare in this life: finding Mengmeng's broken breath at the edge of the Endless Cliff in his previous life, and that large pool of blood on the ground.
From then on, the image of Mengmeng falling off the cliff covered in blood became a nightmare that he could not shake off every night.
Back then, his heart wasn't as perfect as it is now, and he couldn't distinguish what the myriad emotions surging within him were. He only realized that his Mengmeng had been murdered, and he didn't even know who the killer was!
He had investigated and searched, but the increasingly intense heart-wrenching pain became unbearable. After Mengmeng left, the wind seemed colder and the night heavier. The increasingly profound and unbearable pain gradually turned into a regret etched into his bones. He had no patience or tolerance to carefully identify who the murderer was, and he could not control his murderous desire and pain.
He killed many people, people from the Six Realms, especially the demons of the Desolate Tomb, almost all of whom were wiped out by him.
But he can't do that in this life.
Mengmeng is so kind and innocent, she wouldn't like her.
Mu Qingheng slowly knelt down and reached out to pull on Mu Meng's sleeve, but fearing that she would be disgusted, he only managed to grab a small piece of fabric.
"Mengmeng...I really like you..."
"After annihilating the demons and finding the true murderer who killed you in your past life... I will definitely... I will stand before you, and let you tear me to pieces without flinching... okay?"
Mu Meng shook his head: "You've lied to me too many times. Do you think I'd still believe you?"
His teeth clenched so tightly that a sour feeling gradually rose in his mouth. "In my previous life, before you took off your disguise, weren't you also very good to me? I was once completely honest and sincere with you, but what did I end up with? Mu Qingheng, I can't believe your words anymore. I can't gamble my father's and sister's lives, as well as the entire Heavenly Clan, on whether you are sincere or not."
Mu Qingheng whispered, "Mengmeng, actually my heart..."
He hesitated for a moment, stammering for a long time, unsure whether he should continue.
Mu Meng waited a moment, then slowly let out a cold laugh. "Actually, listening to your explanation and actually accepting your explanation are two different things. I can listen to your explanation because I'm different from you. Even if you're utterly wicked, I can still give you some respect. But I'm also telling you clearly that no matter how you explain, you can't erase those established facts."
Speaking of the truth, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes glared at Mu Qingheng like those of an angry little beast. "And so what if what you said is true? Even if you weren't the one who killed me in my past life, what you did was a thousand times, ten thousand times more disgusting than killing me outright. You destroyed me with your own hands! You turned me into an innocent, naive fool, and then ruthlessly tore my world apart, telling me that I had been living in a lie all along! If you were an upright person, you wouldn't have used such despicable means. I've met many people who wanted to take the Crimson Heart Pill from childhood to adulthood, but none of them were as vicious as you. You have no idea how cruel your actions were, and you will never know how much I hate you!"
Mu Qingheng's face was deathly pale, and all the last trace of color had vanished.
He looked at her quietly, and in that instant, their eyes met. He clearly saw that Mengmeng's usually smiling, clear eyes were now filled with cold indifference, disgust, and wariness.
An undisguised, intensely intense hatred.
Each time I recognize an emotion, it feels like I've died once.
His body seemed to have been shattered into powder inside, with bones and blood broken and mixed together, but on the outside he still looked like a whole person.
All that could be seen was a continuous stream of blood flowing down the blade, soaking the spotless white sleeves.
Mu Qingheng suddenly released his grip.
The dagger lost its pulling force and suddenly pushed forward, plunging straight into Mu Qingheng's chest.
Mu Meng was surprised that Mu Qingheng would suddenly let go. Before she could react, the dagger had already pierced his heart, and blood immediately splattered out, staining the back of her hand red.
She paused for a moment, then looked up at Mu Qingheng.
She was stunned again at that glance.
This was the first time in her two lifetimes that she had seen him cry.
From the time she could remember, she had never seen Mu Qingheng cry. Even when he was seriously injured or seriously ill, he always remained composed and elegant, as if he had never been vulnerable.
At that moment, a tear rolled down his porcelain-like, delicate white skin, wetting the dried and congealed bloodstains, and slid down his beautifully shaped jawline, hitting the ground hard.
Mu Qingheng closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the tears in his eyes had subsided considerably. He stared at the back of her hand and murmured, "Mengmeng... I'm sorry..."
He looked up with a hint of guilt: "Why don't you wipe it off?"
He frantically searched for a handkerchief in his pocket, but one hand was a deep, bone-revealing wound that was already blurred, and the other hand was covered in blood and mud.
The handkerchief they took out was filthy.
Mu Meng took a deep breath and slapped the handkerchief away: "Mu Qingheng, you are a madman."
Mu Qingheng glanced at the dirty handkerchief, then looked away. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he whispered again, "Mengmeng, I know you hate. If you're not satisfied, then stab me a couple more times. But give me some more time... let me finish these last two things."
At that time, no matter how many cuts he suffers or how he dies, he will accept it willingly.
A deep pain flashed in Mu Qingheng's eyes. His face was as pale as a ghost, and he looked like a transparent sheet of paper, unable to bear any weight.
However humble he was, he didn't see the slightest change in Mengmeng's eyes.
Mu Meng lowered his eyes to look at the blade piercing Mu Qingheng's heart. Perhaps the hearts of demons are different from those of humans, so this stab was not fatal to him.
She reached out and grasped the exposed hilt of the knife. "Mu Qingheng, wake up! I'm no longer the little sister who used to idolize you and depend on you. You taught me to grow up. These two things you mentioned are my own responsibility. You destroyed our sibling relationship. We have nothing to do with each other anymore, so these things have nothing to do with you."
"I will eliminate the demons myself; I will find the ones who kill me. Since you also believe you deserve to die by my blade, there's no need to waste any more time on these two matters."
As she spoke, she yanked out the dagger and swung it at his throat again!
However, this time Mu Qingheng did not submit to execution. His eyes flashed, and he instantly retreated several feet. Mu Meng immediately rushed forward, his blade tip infused with spiritual power, and stabbed at him.
Mu Qingheng dodged, and with a wave of his hands, his figure gradually became transparent and slowly vanished. His gaze was filled with deep longing and pity. "Mengmeng, you're right, but consider me selfish."
His gaze was distant, as if he were looking at a beautiful illusion, and the smile on his lips looked eerie and desperate.
"The demons have not been destroyed, the true culprit has not been found, and I will not die until I see you safe and sound."
Without a word, Mu Meng hurled his dagger, but it only shattered the illusory figure, leaving behind only a low voice:
"Mengmeng, I won't lie to you, I'll never lie to you again..."
Damn it!
As Mu Meng watched Mu Qingheng disappear completely, he clenched his fingers in resentment. After cultivating for so long, even though he now had the ability to fight Mu Qingheng, he still lacked practical experience and was caught off guard by Mu Qingheng's underhanded tactics, which allowed him to escape!
Since things have taken an unexpected turn, the plan should be revised.
Mu Meng extended her left hand, and a ball of silvery-white spiritual light suddenly appeared in her palm. She wrote a few characters on the ball of light, and then waved it away.
As she watched the light gradually fade into the distance until it disappeared from sight, she lowered her head and let out a soft sigh of relief.
My sister will see this and come back immediately.
May the Holy Ancestor protect her, and may she be fortunate enough to see her sister again after tonight.
I'm afraid that things will completely change here tomorrow.
...
Mu Meng did not return to his own palace, but avoided the guards on duty along the way.
Before she even reached the Nine Heavens Gate, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her path.
What kind of kind person could be blocking this way at this hour? Mu Meng was already quite annoyed after tonight, so she squinted at the person who came in—she didn't recognize him. He was wearing a dark black robe, his black hair was tied up high, and he looked rather heroic.
But its aura was impure, and somewhat unpredictable.
Yu Da walked forward step by step, and the moonlight emerged from the shadows of the clouds, making her face clearer than before.
"Don't be nervous, Your Highness, I won't do anything to you. I just want to invite you to my home as a guest," Yu Da said with a sinister smile. "Nice to meet you. My name is Yu Da."
"This isn't our first meeting." As she approached, Mu Meng saw her face clearly and smiled slightly.
They had met once before. In their past life, when Mu Qingheng feigned illness and vomited blood, this person impersonated a physician in his palace. At that time, she was full of concern and worry for Mu Qingheng and had no suspicions whatsoever. She even inquired about his health.
It must be said that this person's quick wit and the lies he could concoct were quite impressive.
Yu Da frowned: "I don't understand what you're saying."
"Of course you wouldn't understand," Mu Meng pursed her lips, her gaze cold. After all, this was something that happened in her past life. The two of them, master and servant, had worked together to completely deceive her. How smug they must have felt at the time.
The moment she appeared here, she was filled with hostility. If she said she wasn't in cahoots with Mu Qingheng, no one would believe it even if they beat them to death.
Yu Da didn't take Mu Meng's words to heart. With a disdainful and contemptuous smile, she slowly walked around Mu Meng and finally stopped beside her. "It's so late. Why is the little princess here instead of going back to her palace?"
Mu Meng turned to look at her and slowly revealed a smile. "That's a question I should ask Sister Yu Da. You're not a member of the Celestial Clan, so why did you appear at the Nine Heavens Gate in the middle of the night?"
“As I said, I would like to invite the little princess to my house for a cup of tea. We’ve run into some trouble lately, and only by inviting you can we solve this problem,” Yu Da smiled, covering her mouth. “I know you’ve always been the kindest and most considerate person, so you shouldn’t refuse me, right?”
Should we go to her house?
What a coincidence!
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