Chapter 84 Despair [Part Two] How could Zhe Qing be Mu Qingheng? ...
Silence, long stretches of silence.
The sunlight was perfect, and the bright, golden light made the papers on the table appear even whiter, and the figures in the paintings seemed even more vivid, as if they had gained an extra layer of brightness.
This silent astonishment seemed to last a long time, yet it also seemed to last only a few breaths.
Mu Meng was also somewhat dazed, completely losing her sense of time, until she heard Lu Zhaoxin's voice first:
"Well... matters concerning the Celestial Clan are ultimately handled by Princess Mengmeng, so I won't interfere any further. Mengmeng, I'll take my leave now."
After he finished speaking, he smiled, bowed politely, and turned to go back to his room.
Immediately afterward, Yue Liutian also straightened his clothes as if to cover up his true feelings, and his usually dashing eyes revealed a hint of seriousness. "What the Ghost King said is right, Mengmeng. If there is anything else you need my help with, please don't hesitate to ask. I will take my leave for now."
After saying this, Yue Liutian bowed, took a few steps back, and returned to his room.
These two were insightful and understanding, spoke eloquently, and left decisively.
Mu Meng was well aware of their departure. Just now, their gazes had been fixed on the most handsome man in the painting, and everyone could tell that this was the Heavenly Emperor in his youth. Since this matter involved the Heavenly Emperor, no matter what the specifics were, it was not a glorious thing. They did not want to see her in a difficult position, so they voluntarily avoided it and chose to keep this secret to themselves.
Of course, they didn't know that this face was not actually the Heavenly Emperor's true appearance, but rather the likeness of Mu Qingheng's father.
For a moment, only Mu Meng, Zhe Qing, Feng Xixue, and Yu Sheng, who had just put down his paintbrush, remained present.
Feng Xixue did not avoid the situation. After all, Yu Sheng was there, and he was reluctant to turn away. Besides, firstly, he was an outsider and not a high-ranking official of the Ghost Realm or the Demon Clan, so there was no question of avoiding suspicion. Secondly, he had heard all the intricacies of the situation when he was in Tiancang Realm, and he had even served under the previous Demon Lord, so there was nothing for him to hide.
The same applies to covering up greenery.
However, his gaze remained fixed on the painting, unable to look away for a long time, and his expression even seemed a little strange.
Mu Meng noticed it, but didn't take it too seriously. He figured Zhe Qing was probably thinking about what he'd heard in Tiancang Realm.
Yu Sheng put down her pen for a long time. Seeing that everyone was still silent, she looked slightly uneasy and asked Mu Meng in a low voice, "Sister Mengmeng, did I draw something wrong...?"
“No, that’s not it. You drew very well,” Mu Meng said, reaching out and stroking the figure in the painting. “Sheng Sheng, now tell us what exactly happened that day, what you saw, and who hurt you.”
After speaking, Mu Meng thought for a moment, and to make it easier for Yu Sheng to narrate, he pointed to the people in the painting and introduced them to her one by one: "This person is called Mu Gechuan, the eldest of the three. This person is called Mu Ciyue, the second oldest. This person is called..."
She glanced at Zhai Qing.
Zhe Qingyi looked at her, his thin lips parted slightly, and finally he just slowly nodded.
Mu Meng continued, "This person is the third in line, named Mu Guicheng. Sheng Sheng, just say their names directly when you speak."
Yu Sheng remembered everything. Looking at the three people in her drawing, she spoke in a sweet voice: "I saw the three of them on a cliff that day. The cliff was very high. To the west was a forest of dead trees with many strange rocks. To the south was a steep slope. To the east... I didn't pay attention to the east."
A withered forest, strange rocks, a steep slope, and a cliff facing north. Yu Sheng was born in the Thirteen Prefectures of Binzuo, and he never imagined that this place would contain such a crucial piece of information about a cliff.
Mu Meng exchanged a glance with Feng Xixue without leaving a trace—Endless Cliff, the Endless Cliff belonging to the human realm.
Yu Sheng continued, "I was in the bushes by the cliff when I saw the three of them seemingly arguing." She looked down at the painting and, recalling the names Mu Meng had just mentioned, said, "I was hiding in the withered forest when I saw the second son, Mu Ciyue, kneeling on the ground, apologizing profusely, looking extremely guilty and remorseful. Because he was so emotional and tearful, his voice was very loud, and I could hear him clearly. He said he had accidentally killed his father and kept trying to explain himself. However, his eldest brother and third brother looked very serious and remained unmoved no matter what he said."
Mu Ciyue?
He...killed his father?
According to the Lou family, Mu Ciyue was an upright and righteous gentleman with an open mind and unparalleled benevolence. Even if he accidentally killed someone, could he really lay a hand on his adoptive father?
Mu Meng was somewhat doubtful and asked in a low voice, "Sheng Sheng, are you sure it's Mu Ciyue?"
Yu Sheng was very certain, and nodded with a slight smile, saying, "Of course I'm sure. His appearance is truly outstanding, far surpassing the other two among the three brothers. I won't confuse them."
That's true," Mu Meng nodded, her gaze gently encouraging her to continue.
"Later, the eldest brother, Mu Gechuan, took out an imperial edict from his bosom and denounced Mu Ciyue for his cleverness and eloquence. He said that the murder was not accidental as Mu Ciyue claimed, but rather premeditated. He said that Mu Ciyue was bewitched and did not hesitate to kill their father in order to seize the throne. After that, his voice became much lower and I could not hear it clearly... He probably said that he disdained the throne and that if his second brother had spoken frankly, he could have abdicated in his favor, but he did not expect his brother to be so ruthless."
"That third brother, Mu Guicheng, must be an extremely righteous person, and his insults were much harsher than those of his eldest brother. In short, neither of them listened to Mu Ciyue's pleas for mercy and they were determined to bring him to justice and hand him over to... to be judged by the heavens."
Yu Sheng's voice was soft and sweet, but to Mu Meng, it was like a series of thunderclaps – she meant that the person the late emperor truly passed the throne to was Mu Gechuan, her father, and that Mu Ciyue, out of jealousy, killed the late emperor and... altered the edict.
And the place where they argued happened to be at Endless Cliff, and Mu Meng vaguely guessed how things would go next.
Sure enough, Yu Sheng sighed, her voice tinged with reluctance: "Then, the eldest brother and the third brother took out a bundle of black iron chains to tie up Mu Ciyue, but Mu Ciyue suddenly leaped up from the ground, conjuring a sharp sword out of thin air in her hand. Taking advantage of their unpreparedness, she stabbed the eldest brother straight into his heart. The third brother was shocked and had no time to help when Mu Ciyue struck him with all her might, knocking him off the cliff."
Mu Meng was somewhat incredulous: "Mu Ciyue suddenly killed them, but those two should have considerable spiritual power. Didn't they resist?"
Yu Sheng looked somewhat somber: "Although the two of them spoke harshly, there was still lingering affection in their expressions. They probably didn't expect Mu Ciyue to be so resolute in her killing intent and to show no mercy in her actions."
"Then...then Mu Ciyue stabbed his elder brother in the heart several times, and then threw him off the cliff as well."
Mu Meng felt a chill run down her spine; the matter was too horrifying. In an instant, Mu Gechuan and Mu Ciyue's relationship shifted dramatically from good to evil. She was completely bewildered and subconsciously reached out to grasp Zhe Qing's hand—Zhe Qing was powerful and warm, and touching him allowed her to draw some strength after hearing this cruel truth.
However, as soon as Mu Meng grasped his hand, he discovered that the other hand was far colder than his own.
—Like a dead person, lifeless, without any warmth, and even a sense of endless despair arises from the cold.
Mu Meng didn't know what was wrong with him, but she had no time to care at the moment. She could only clench her fingers tightly around Zha Qing's hand.
Seeing Yu Sheng pause for a long time, Feng Xixue knew that what was about to happen was a nightmare for her, and she understood why Yu Sheng had been poisoned. In an instant, her eyes filled with pity and love, and she whispered, "Don't be afraid, he can never hurt you again."
Yu Sheng smiled gratefully at him, composed herself, and continued, "When I saw Mu Ciyue stab his elder brother with the first sword, I picked up a withered leaf from the ground. I must have used some kind of magic to record what happened next on that leaf. This person is ruthless and vicious. I was worried that the two of them would die unjustly without ever being exonerated, so I thought I had to find out about their clan and tell them about this, but..."
But what happened is no longer necessary. Everyone understands—Yu Sheng, a little flower fairy, witnessed Mu Ciyue committing murder. Though weak, she was righteous and wanted to seek justice for the two. However, she was unaware of her opponent's strength and recklessly used demonic magic. Even with her utmost caution, Mu Ciyue didn't notice at first. How could she have remained oblivious the entire time?
Feng Xixue almost wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. His dark eyes were extremely gloomy, and his cold gaze was chilling. If Mu Ciyue were still alive, he would definitely tear him to pieces to vent his hatred.
Yu Sheng thought for a moment, then looked at Mu Meng seriously and said, "However, Sister Mengmeng, although Mu Ciyue struck me hard, we can't completely say that he was the one who cast the curse. I also have to take some responsibility for this matter."
"What do you mean?" Mu Meng hurriedly asked. "Why?"
"I vomited a lot of blood at the time, and I should have died in the blink of an eye, but I seem to have cast some kind of spell on myself - I only felt confused and my soul was being pulled out of my body. At that time, I could feel that I had not died, and Mu Ciyue thought I was dead and left without checking on me. But... I don't know anything about what happened after that."
Mu Meng's eyes showed a look of heartache, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to stroke her soft black hair.
Then, she looked at Feng Xixue and said in a deep voice, "It is the Yingtian Curse."
Feng Xixue nodded with a gloomy look in her eyes.
The Heavenly Curse is an extremely special curse, belonging only to the Celestial Clan. Moreover, it is not a direct incantation, but rather an indirect one—the Celestial Clan follows the Heavenly Way, and conversely, they themselves are the inheritors of the Heavenly Way. Therefore, when a member of the Celestial Clan cultivates to a certain level, their actions, in a sense, are equivalent to the will of Heaven.
Mu Ciyue's attack on Yu Sheng signified that Heaven intended to destroy her. However, Yu Sheng, being both intelligent and talented, decisively sacrificed three of her souls, falling directly into the mortal realm for reincarnation, clinging to life to observe the aftermath. But this also caused her to defy Heaven's will; she escaped death, indirectly forming the Yingtian Curse.
The reason Yu Sheng chose to do this back then, besides being unwilling to die, must have also been her determination to reveal the truth to the world. It's just a pity that she suffered so much in the cycle of reincarnation. But fortunately, her wish was finally fulfilled one day, and the hidden truth was brought to light again.
At this moment, Mu Meng couldn't express her feelings either. She gathered her chaotic thoughts, composed herself, and said to Yu Sheng, "Sheng Sheng, you've had a hard day. But the murderer who hurt you... he's already..."
"They're no longer alive, are they?" Yu Sheng noticed Mu Meng's distress and smiled slightly. "It's alright, Sister Mengmeng. Although these things really happened, when I was recalling them just now, I didn't have many subjective feelings anymore. It was like watching someone else's story. Since the murderer is dead, there's nothing to be upset about—but have the truths about those two people who died unjustly been revealed to the world?"
Mu Meng forced a smile: "Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Yu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and nodded obediently.
Feng Xixue's gaze remained tender and affectionate on her, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She first turned to look at Zhe Qing, then her gaze fell on Mu Meng: "Mu Meng, Sheng Sheng has just regained her demon identity and has said these things. Her body may not be able to take it. Why don't you let her rest first?"
That's natural. Mu Meng whispered a few words of advice to Yu Sheng, then prepared to pull Zhe Qing away.
To everyone's surprise, Zhe Qing didn't move at all the first time, as if he were frozen like a stone statue. Mu Meng was puzzled and tugged at his hand again, whispering, "Zhe Qing, let's go, let Sheng Sheng get some rest."
Zhe Qing then seemed to wake from a dream. He stiffly turned his neck slightly and met Mu Meng's gentle and concerned gaze. Only then did he realize what was happening and nodded blankly. His face was as pale as a puppet on a string, and he let Mu Meng lead him away.
After the two of them left, only Yu Sheng and Feng Xixue remained in the room.
Yu Sheng gazed at the only remaining man in the room with her clear, innocent eyes, feeling somewhat bewildered and confused. She wondered why he hadn't left yet, and moreover, he had just addressed her as "Sheng Sheng," which seemed far too intimate...
Despite this, Yu Sheng was not nervous or afraid, simply because the other person's gaze was so fragile and pitiful. Even though he was much taller than her, it was as if he was looking up at her and begging for her pity.
Yu Sheng asked softly, "Brother Feng... is there anything else?"
Feng Xixue took a deep breath, her voice slightly hoarse, low but earnest: "The person who hurt you, Mu Ciyue, is long dead. But his only son is still alive. If you feel wronged, I will kill him now."
"No—don't!" Yu Sheng was startled and, disregarding etiquette, instinctively grabbed Feng Xixue's sleeve, shaking her head desperately. "How could you think like that? The one who did the bad thing is Mu Ciyue. What does it have to do with his son? His child is innocent. Don't do this."
Feng Xixue's eyes gradually reddened.
Before Yu Sheng could say anything more, he suddenly raised his finger slightly, and after a flash of light at his fingertip, Yu Sheng blinked and then fell asleep with heavy eyelids.
Feng Xixue quickly and steadily embraced her delicate and slender body, then held her tightly in her arms.
He knew he shouldn't have bullied her, shouldn't have taken advantage of her while she was soundly asleep, but he really couldn't hold back any longer.
—Early, long ago, long ago when she called him Brother Feng, long ago when he found her and looked at her from afar through the door, he wanted to hug her like this.
His chest, which had been empty for thousands of years, was finally warmed once again.
Feng Xixue knew very well that once Shengsheng finished telling the truth, his wish to kill his enemy and tear him to pieces would be impossible to fulfill. As for taking his anger out on others to pay for his father's sins, firstly, it was not in his heart, and secondly, Shengsheng was so obedient and kind that she would definitely not agree to it.
But this heart, which has endured so much torment and suffering, desperately needs an outlet—let him hug me, just once.
Feng Xixue looked down at Yu Sheng's peaceful and sweet face, and gently stroked her cheek with his rough hand. Her skin was exceptionally soft, and even his bleeding heart was healed for a moment.
Feng Xixue's eyes stung, quickly forming a glistening film of tears. He carefully and tenderly held Yu Sheng close, gently resting his chin on the top of her head.
Two streams of hot tears suddenly disappeared between her thick, black hair.
...
Mu Meng had noticed Zhe Qing's strange expression earlier. She had just walked to the outer room and was about to ask her something when Zhe Qing stopped before her, suddenly turned her head, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft".
"Zheqing!" Mu Meng quickly grabbed his arm and frantically pressed his wrist to check his pulse—he was perfectly fine this morning, looking very healthy, how did he suddenly become like this?
Mu Meng was shocked and anxious, and wondered absentmindedly if it was because of what she had just heard. But what did this have to do with Zhe Qing?
Just then, Zhe Qing slowly withdrew his hand and gave a bitter smile: "It's okay, Mengmeng, don't worry about me anymore."
How could Mu Meng not be worried? She frowned and asked gently, "Zhe Qing, what exactly happened? Was it... what happened just now that triggered this? But..."
Zhe Qing remained silent for a long time, his expression somewhat dazed. After a long while, he finally smiled.
But that smile wasn't a happy or joyful one; it was a piercing, agonizing smile that conveyed his despair far more clearly than tears.
He chuckled briefly, then stopped, looking around blankly as if he didn't know why he was laughing. Soon, he realized what was happening, tilted his head back slightly, and laughed again in a low, desperate voice.
This time he laughed for a long time, his silent madness and devastation heartbreaking to watch.
Mu Meng grabbed his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Zhe Qing, look at me! What happened?"
“Once upon a time… once upon a time, during the great war between the Heavenly Emperor and the Demon Realm, the Heavenly Emperor personally led his heavenly troops to attack the Demon Realm. He was incredibly brave and invincible,” Zhe Qing looked at Mu Meng with a smile and tears in his eyes. He seemed to have been greatly shocked and did not recognize the person in front of him. He murmured somewhat nervously, “At that time, I was still a boy who admired the Heavenly Emperor. In my heart, he was the heaven, a god, and the most radiant and courageous being in this world. He was my faith.”
Zhe Qing paused, then let out a deep laugh: "Hahaha... How pitiful that I was blind... blind..."
He was clearly smiling, but you could tell his soul was crying. The tears didn't flow from his eyes, but instead flowed into his heart, corroding his heart and blood like poison.
Mu Meng felt a pang of sympathy. She had no idea the emotions Zhe Qing was feeling. He must be in unbearable pain hearing what had happened today. The collapse of his faith was probably more painful than being stabbed several times.
But you can't make yourself suffer like this. Mu Meng gently pulled his hand and said, "Zhe Qing, don't be too sad. These things are all in the past."
Zhe Qing shook her head blankly, paused for a moment, and then quietly said, "Mengmeng, I'm thinking of Mu Qingheng."
Mu Meng stared blankly at him, wondering why he suddenly mentioned Mu Qingheng.
A desolate smile bloomed on Zhe Qing's lips: "Mu Qingheng, he really is—he really is a worthless villain..."
Mu Meng had never seen such despair in anyone's eyes before, and she didn't even know how to comfort him. After thinking for a moment, she grasped his trembling hands: "Zhe Qing, you can tell me whatever resentment or pain is in your heart. Don't be sad alone. Is it...is it because Mu Qingheng hurt you in the past? Do you have a deep hatred for him?"
“Yes.” Zhe Qing’s voice was slow, each word deliberate. “I hate him to the core. He’s so stupid, so ridiculous. He’s nothing but the bastard child of his devilish father in human skin. Your father should have killed him back then… Why keep him alive, letting him become the most disgusting joke in the world? His death was too cheap, too easy…”
He trembled all over, and Mu Meng couldn't help but frown. She now knew just how much Zhe Qing hated Mu Qingheng. She had never seen this gentle and refined gentleman so sharp-tongued.
She wanted to comfort Zhe Qing, but didn't know how to say it—Mu Qingheng was still young back then, not much older than Ze'er. His father was his sky and his whole world. How could he know these complicated truths?
But if you try to persuade Zhe Qing with these words now, he definitely won't listen.
Finally, Mu Meng sighed softly, gently stroked Zha Qing's hair, and whispered, "The person is gone, how can we bear to humiliate him again?"
Zheqing suddenly closed her eyes.
He tilted his head slightly back, as if he had been drenched by a heavy rain. He was so weak and desperate that he was just a pale, wandering soul. A crystal tear slid down from the corner of his eye and disappeared into his temple.
...
Seeing that Zhe Qing's condition was so unstable, Mu Meng first told him to go back to his room to rest. He gently told him not to overthink things before leaving, still feeling a little uneasy.
Even as night fell, Zhe Qing didn't step out of his room. Mu Meng was worried, but she didn't know how to comfort him, let alone ask him what kind of grudge he had with Mu Qingheng. What if it was something sad again? She couldn't bear to make him sad again.
Overwhelmed with sorrow, he had no choice but to go and talk to Lu Zhaoxin.
Lu Zhaoxin was having a good time. In the evening, he went out and bought a lot of delicious food and brought himself a pot of wine. At this moment, he was sitting at the table with one leg propped up, eating and drinking.
Seeing Mu Meng arrive, he waved with a smile: "Mengmeng, it's strange that you would come to see me at this time. Since you're here, please sit down and have some food and drink."
In Lu Zhaoxin's mind, he should be the only one enjoying himself in this mansion at this moment—Feng Xixue's heart was at ease, Yu Sheng's demon core was stable, and she was recovering well. Not to mention Mu Meng, seeing Zhe Qing arrive, she did everything with a look of joy on her face, and Zhe Qing, that taciturn girl, even if she didn't say it, probably liked Mengmeng to death.
The two couples were having a happy time, so he should have been drinking and eating to comfort himself, but he never expected that Mu Meng would actually come to his door.
That's truly unbelievable.
Mu Meng walked over and sat down, poured himself a glass, and drank it down.
"What's wrong? Why are you so annoyed? Could it be that His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor is really the murderer who hurt Miss Yu Sheng? It can't be that bad. If it were him, you wouldn't have this expression," Lu Zhaoxin said slyly, stroking his chin and squinting as he commented, "Look, there's no remorse on your face. That was definitely not His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor's doing."
He drew his conclusion, then leaned closer with a smile: "What happened? Since you're already here, tell me about it."
Mu Meng glanced at him sideways: "You were running quite fast during the day, weren't you? How come you've shown your true colors after drinking a little and started asking around?"
"Fine, don't bother telling me then, I don't care to hear it."
“Speak, speak,” Mu Meng kicked Lu Zhaoxin lightly, “I’m telling you, sit up straight and be serious.”
Lu Zhaoxin readily agreed and put down his wine glass.
Mu Meng then told him about what had happened during the day and Zhe Qing's unusual behavior afterward. "That's how it is. Although Zhe Qing seemed to be suppressing himself and trying to appear calm, I could tell that he was probably going crazy from the pain."
Lu Zhaoxin stroked his chin: "Although I didn't see this scene with my own eyes, it sounds too exaggerated to you, doesn't it? Is it a blood feud or the hatred of having one's wife stolen? Mu Qingheng has already died tragically enough, why isn't he satisfied?"
Mu Meng remained silent, enveloped in a faint melancholy.
Lu Zhaoxin glanced at her, then chuckled softly. He didn't really care what the Heavenly Emperor had done, nor did he care how much Zhe Qing was suffering. But seeing Mu Meng's distressed face, he shook his head and smiled, then began his usual nonsensical attempt to comfort her: "That's true, look at how Zhe Qing has berated Mu Qingheng. What could Mu Qingheng have done to offend him? Zhe Qing is such a kind and gentle person; he's not the type to hold grudges like that… Hey Mengmeng, do you think he might actually be Mu Qingheng himself? Hahahaha…"
After he finished speaking, he laughed and then solemnly explained to himself: "Look at his name—Zheqing. Zhe means to cover up, and Mu Qingheng's name also contains the character Qing. What does this mean? It means that he is covering up the fact that he is Mu Qingheng!"
Mu Meng rolled her eyes.
Knowing that things would turn out this way, it was impossible for Lu Zhaoxin to help analyze the situation and come up with any good ideas. He could laugh it off in everything, and he would do anything to coax her.
She looked at me, Lu Zhaoxin, expressionlessly: "Please, can you be serious? Wasn't the name Zheqing the one I gave him back in the Snake Cave in the Northern Frontier? I remember you were there too, weren't you?"
Lu Zhaoxin looked up at the ceiling and said "Oh" twice: "Yeah, that's a stretch."
“Hey, I’m telling you, don’t worry about it. Everyone’s feelings are different,” Lu Zhaoxin finally became serious. “We all know that Zhe Qing is a person with a lot on his mind. Nobody knows what he’s been through in the past, but looking at his weathered appearance, we know that he must have had a tough time. But from what I’ve observed, he’s a man of strong character. Even if this incident has brought him a great shock and setback, he will eventually get through it. You’re just worrying unnecessarily because you’re taking it too seriously.”
He chuckled and pointed in the direction of Zhe Qing's room. "Instead of worrying about him here, you should just knock on his door and show him some concern. I know you're hesitant to go home, afraid that you might say or do something wrong and make things worse. Sigh—I'll just tell you one thing, and you can rest assured, no matter what you say, he'll be happy."
Is that so? Mu Meng's eyes flickered slightly. If it were an ordinary matter, she wouldn't be so worried, but Zhe Qing's condition today even startled her. If she tried to persuade him, would he really listen?
That makes sense. Instead of worrying, it's better to stay by his side, even if we don't say anything, just being there for him is enough.
Having figured this out, Mu Meng curled the corners of her lips and became lively again: "I understand. Thank you for your guidance, Lord Ghost King. Please enjoy your drink. I'll head out now."
Lu Zhaoxin said with a grin, "Go ahead."
Mu Meng's steps were not as heavy as when he came; he turned and left.
Lu Zhaoxin's gaze followed her back until she closed the door, taking with her the faint, dreamlike fragrance.
He smiled silently, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it down.
...
Mu Meng walked briskly towards the room with the green shade. A gentle breeze blew outside, causing a slight shiver to run down her skin.
She quickened her pace, heading straight for the lit room. However, when she was still a dozen steps away, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and Mu Meng's steps gradually slowed down.
Until it stops.
She slowly turned around and looked in the direction she had just come from—what had Lu Zhaoxin just said?
"Could he be Mu Qingheng himself? Hahahaha..."
Arabian Nights.
Fantasy.
How could Zhe Qing be Mu Qingheng?
How could Mu Qingheng be alive?
But……
In an instant, memories flooded his mind like pages of a book blown about by the wind, one after another rushing to surface before his eyes. Mu Meng slowly turned his head again, the movement somewhat mechanical, so stiff that one could almost hear a crisp cracking sound from his shinbone.
What if?
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