"Ahua, be careful."
Just then, Ranmo, whom I had pushed far away, called out to warn me.
In the blink of an eye, when he appeared beside me, it seemed to be too late.
"Sizzle!" A sharp pain shot through my back.
I turned my head and saw another man who looked exactly like Wen Heng. His eyes were fixed on me with a sinister and ruthless gaze. He was holding a long sword, which was already pierced into my back, right in front of my heart.
At the same time, Ranmo reached out and pushed him away, making him stagger.
"Sizzle!" The long sword detached from my body along with the man.
All I could see was a huge hole in my heart, from which blood was gushing out incessantly.
I felt a wave of dizziness, my vision blurred, and I felt like I was about to faint.
"Ranmo, am I going to die this time? I just found Zhou Lang, I don't want to die..." I looked at Zhou Lang with a pained and resentful expression.
“Ahua, this tree appeared in the dream world following your memories. Now we are all in your territory, and you can rule your world! As long as you believe you won't die, you won't die!”
Ranmo caught me just as I was about to fall, patting my face and speaking seriously.
"Huh? You can do that?" My dazed eyes opened again.
"Yes, I won't die, I still want to save Zhou Lang!"
The next moment, when I looked down again, I saw that my wound was healing rapidly again, following my will.
My top priority is to prevent any further accidents from happening to Zhou Lang.
So I quickly recited the Soul Merging Technique in my mind.
At my summons, Zhou Lang's body, which was stuck in the mud, and his obsessions all dissipated from the mud as if they were easily resolved.
At my urging, Zhou Lang and Ran Mo became one.
After Ranmo merged with Zhou Lang's soul.
I saw Zhou Lang's eyes begin to shine with their usual starlight again, and his thin lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something to me. I thought he had something to tell me, so I lowered my head and listened attentively.
With a strained, intoxicated tone, Zhou Lang forced out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Ahua, go beat him up!"
Then she rolled her eyes at me and fainted.
My lips twitched, and I let out a "Huh?"
Is this Zhou Lang or Ran Mo?
But then he thought that it would probably take three more days for the two souls to fully merge.
That tone just now must have been from the soul of the ink-stained one.
"Oh!"
Just as I was pondering this, another cold laugh came from behind me.
I shielded Zhou Lang behind me, then turned to face the man who had just stabbed me and was now sneering at me.
I saw a man wearing a dark cloak who looked exactly like Wen Heng, holding a long sword, staring at me with fierce eyes.
I once saw that look in the eyes of the mortal Zhu Silang.
If Ranmo could sense the existence of Zhou Lang's soul, then this person must have come here because they sensed Zhou Lang's soul as well.
"Are you Zhu Silang?"
I asked the person in front of me with a question.
But the person opposite me, with his long sword propped up, stood straight in front of me, his clothes fluttering in the gentle breeze, yet he did not reply to me.
In the blink of an eye, he reappeared in front of me in a flash.
"Sizzle!" Before I could react, another sword pierced my chest.
"Again?" I looked up at the ruthless and heartless person in front of me.
Perhaps because of Zhou Lang's return, I felt much better, but I gave him a rare smile and said, "It's been a long time, Zhu Silang. You're still the same as before, still hating me so much?"
"Swoosh!" The long sword in my hand was mercilessly pulled out of my body again.
I groaned, but the wound healed rapidly under my powerful will, though it still hurt a lot.
I slumped to the ground, clutching my chest in pain, and stared at the cold-faced man in front of me: "Have you stabbed me enough? Want me to stab you one more time?"
I hadn't finished speaking.
"Sizzle!" Another sword pierced my chest.
At that moment, a pang of grievance welled up inside me, and I gave him a wry smile, saying, "You're really sharp! You have absolutely no chivalry towards women!"
Just as he was about to stab again...
"Thump!" The person in front of him, who was still holding up his long sword, suddenly collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.
It turned out that the drunkard uncle had knocked him unconscious from behind.
He rushed up to me with a look of utter disappointment, cursing and poking my head with his finger: "If I poke you again, you'll really die! This sword is a soul-severing weapon; even if you don't die, you'll be severely injured."
But after his reminder, I belatedly realized that my whole body was numb and strange, but I still managed to smile at the uncle and say, "Uncle, please take good care of them for me!"
After I finished speaking, everything went black and I lost consciousness.
I vaguely heard the uncle say helplessly, "That little devil who used to never suffer a loss, how come she can still laugh even after being bullied like this!"
When I woke up again, it was Qingyan who woke me up: "Ahua, Ahua, are you alright?"
I slowly opened my eyes. The pain in my chest had subsided, but my whole body felt weak and sore, and my head felt very heavy.
I noticed Qingyan sitting next to me with a worried expression, shaking my body.
"Stop shaking me, or I'll shake you to death..."
At this moment, Ling Yan, holding a water cup, walked gracefully towards me, handing me the cup as she said, "You're awake?"
"What's going on? Why are you here too?" I took the water glass and looked at Qingyan.
When Qingyan saw that I had woken up, she breathed a sigh of relief: "I saw you sobbing and crying all night, and I shook you for a long time but you didn't wake up! I was so scared, I thought that ghost had possessed you and pinned you down on the bed so you couldn't wake up. I was so worried and scared, so I called Brother Lingyan over..."
I then noticed the tears on my face. I casually wiped them away and said calmly, "I just had a rather sad dream. It's nothing, Young Master Ling Yan. I'm sorry to have troubled you all..."
Ling Yan shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, I had nothing better to do than come and check on things. It's good that Ahua is alright."
Seeing that I was alright, Qingyan checked the time and said she had to rush to work, so she asked Lingyan to take care of me before leaving in a hurry.
However, after Qingyan left, Lingyan didn't seem to want to leave. He pulled up a stool and sat down in front of me, asking, "I couldn't ask Ahua because that girl was with me just now, so I took your pulse. Your vital energy is severely damaged, as if you were injured in a vital spot by the Soul-Slaying Sword. Are you alright?"
I rubbed my somewhat heavy head and said bluntly, "He truly is a god; nothing can escape Young Master Ling Yan's notice!"
"I have some pills to help restore your energy. Taking them will make you feel better, but you must remember not to be hurt by the people in your dreams again, especially your heart!" Ling Yan pointed to his own chest and earnestly instructed him.
He smiled knowingly only after I took the pill and popped it into my mouth without hesitation.
But I was thinking about Zhou Lang and wanted to enter his dream again to see how he was doing. So I just nodded to him and said, "I am fine now. You don't need to trouble yourself to stay here with me."
He knowingly waved his phone at me and said, "Qingyan has already saved my number in your phone. Call me if you need anything."
I nodded.
As he got up to leave, I remembered how he not only sealed Zhou Lang's spiritual power to prevent it from dissipating, but also played the zither for him every day to comfort him.
"Young Master Ling Yan?" I couldn't help but call out to him.
He turned around and looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Thank you." I said thank you to him with a deep sense of gratitude.
He seemed to understand why I was thanking him, and after giving me a knowing nod, he turned and left...
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