"Hey, Mr. Hua, this mortal Zhu Silang is old and faded, why are you still chasing after him to see his face? Wouldn't it be better to go and look at some other young people?"
Ranmo reluctantly floated behind me, its dark body floating in the air.
"What do you know..."
Wen Heng has already declared that I will never see Zhou Lang or Wen Heng again in my lifetime.
I replied meaningfully, "It would be an opportunity to see Zhou Lang's appearance at different stages through Zhu Silang, who is undergoing tribulations in the mortal world under the immortal Lingyan."
Just as I accompanied him through his ordinary life, from his black-haired youth to his gray-haired years, it can be considered as fulfilling my chance to grow old with him...
"But we haven't had a proper meal in a long time. If we continue like this, we might starve to death... or die of thirst..."
Ranmo followed me slowly and listlessly.
This time, Zhu Silang deliberately took a detour to a desert area on his way back to the capital. Although it was a shortcut, I did not prepare enough food and water.
They had fallen far behind their troops.
Under the blazing sun, no water has entered the area for four days.
I stumbled along with difficulty through this desolate place filled with wind, sand, and smog.
"Ranmo, I'm afraid I'm going to die here. Is there any way to break our blood pact?"
"Yes... after you die, you willingly offer your soul to me, but after I devour your soul, you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated." Ranmo said weakly and casually.
“Very well then, you may take my soul after I die.”
"I was just saying it casually, but you're really willing to give your soul to someone else for that?"
I didn't even have the strength to persuade him anymore, so I could only give a bitter smile and say, "Whether you want to die with me or not is up to you..."
After I finished speaking, everything went black, and I fell to the ground unconscious.
When I woke up again, I was in a tent where Zhu Silang's troops were temporarily resting.
I later learned that Ranmo had exhausted all his spiritual power to deliver me to Zhu Silang after I fainted.
Now it has returned to being a small wisp of black mist, sitting in my heart and continuing its cultivation.
I don't know what method he used to get Zhu Silang to take me in and prepare to rest for me on the spot.
But Zhu Silang was resting with his head propped up by the lamp on the table, his eyes closed.
The dim light illuminated his weathered face, which exuded a sense of aloofness that kept people at a distance. Upon hearing me wake up, he looked up at me and said indifferently, "I thought you would die before me."
Looking at his face, I noticed his forehead was dark and his breathing was weak and shallow.
It seems like it'll be over in the next day or two.
"If you wanted me to die so badly, why did you save me?" I pressed.
He didn't reply to me, but surprisingly, he even had someone bring over some stomach-soothing porridge and steamed buns.
I was starving, so when I saw the food being served, I devoured it in no time.
But Zhu Silang slowly poured me a cup of tea and handed it to me with trembling hands.
I stared at him strangely.
I'm a little unaccustomed to Zhu Silang's sudden kindness towards me.
Could this be the sign that, as the saying goes, a person's words and deeds will be virtuous when they are about to die?
But I didn't ask directly; I just kept eating.
After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he stood up unsteadily from his seat, stretched out his hand to me, and said indifferently, "Come with me to watch the sunrise."
I nodded, stood up, put his hand on my arm, and helped him out of the tent.
With my help, he walked quite a distance, panting.
He sat down in front of a huge rock, leaning against it, gazing intently at the pale dawn breaking over the horizon.
But as I looked at this man with a full head of white hair and a wrinkled face, I felt an indescribable bitterness.
This is what Zhou Yu looks like when he grows old...
I didn't say a word to him, just sat there quietly gazing at the horizon from sunrise to sunset, before he slowly reached out his hand and said calmly, "Help me up..."
When I went to help him up.
He suddenly pulled me into his arms, and just as I was wondering why he did this, I suddenly felt a piercing pain in my chest.
I clutched my chest and groaned in pain.
Looking down, I saw a dagger plunged deep into my chest by Zhu Silang, blood dripping down the blade.
I heard him whisper in my ear, "I have let go of everything, but you are the only one I hate to the core and cannot let go of."
After saying that, he pushed me to the ground with a fierce force...
The dagger was pulled out of my chest again with a "whoosh!"
His body swayed slightly, and he used the dagger in his hand to support himself on the ground.
His gaze was fierce and fixed on me for a long time...
He slowly closed his eyes...
But I smiled faintly, gazing at the blood-red orange glow of the setting sun on the distant horizon, and then I closed my eyes...
In a daze, it felt like I was having a dream again.
Surrounded by cliffs, with a breached dam in the middle of the lake, winding paths are paved with similar cobblestones.
Zhou Yu, still dressed in white, stood with his back to me, hands clasped behind his back, in the middle of the lake.
“Zhou Lang…”
When I called his name, he slowly turned around.
She raised the corners of her lips and smiled at me.
"Ahua, come here..."
He beckoned to me, and I, as if possessed, stepped forward to follow him...
With his eyes fixed on the front, he stepped into the center of the deep lake.
The lake water was warm, and wisps of white steam began to rise from it.
"Ahua—Ahua—"
Just then, another man resembling Zhou Yu appeared on the lake shore, waving anxiously and shouting at me, "Ah Hua... come back quickly! Danger!"
As I walked forward, puzzled, Zhou Lang in the middle of the lake suddenly disappeared again.
I anxiously ran towards the middle of the lake.
"Ahua—Ahua—"
But behind me, Zhou Lang began calling out to me in a heart-wrenching voice: "What are you doing? The one who swore to be just a little fairy, is she really going to risk her life for a man?"
If you don't come back soon, you'll never see Zhou Lang again!
I suddenly woke up from my dream, drenched in sweat.
"Ahua, you're awake..."
When I saw Ranmo's big, dark head right in front of me.
I felt a tearing pain in my chest, but also a sense of emptiness inside, as if I had lost something very important.
"Young lady, you're awake?"
Just then, a middle-aged woman carrying a bowl of herbal medicine came up to me.
It turns out that I was discovered by a herbalist in a desolate desert, still clinging to life.
They said I looked a lot like a woman in a portrait on their wall, and coincidentally, I was still alive.
They then brought me back with them.
"A portrait?" I frowned, puzzled.
I got out of bed and looked around the house, only to find that the courtyard looked very familiar...
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