Looking at Wen Heng lying there peacefully, it reminded me of the helplessness and panic I felt when I held Zhou Lang's body back then. I will never allow such a thing to happen again.
At this moment, the Dream Demon God started buzzing around my head like a fly: "Your lover's master has arrived at the Night Mansion and has begun to brainwash him into resealing Ye Ling'er. You will also be permanently sealed along with him. Are you still hesitating?"
I picked at my ear, a little impatient: "Since I'm destined to make a move, why are you babbling on and on?"
"With your ability to bewitch people, I really suspect that it was you, the Dream Demon God, who bewitched me into using forbidden techniques back then, not Ye Ling'er."
Upon being asked this, the Dream Demon God fell silent again, the air so still it felt hollow.
"Didn't you say that only your magic can break this formation? Come, grant me your magic!" I whispered to the dream demon god who was hiding somewhere.
"..."
Still not saying anything, playing tricks on me at this crucial moment.
But then I remembered that this dream demon liked to make deals with souls. Could it be that he wanted to make a deal with me?
Thinking about this, I said impatiently, "Name your terms!"
As soon as I finished speaking, the Dream Demon God indeed said triumphantly, "You will know my conditions after you complete the mission. Just agree to them for now."
"I don't even know what your conditions are for me to agree. What if you ask me to do something against my conscience, or take Wen Heng's life, or take the lives of my other friends? I definitely won't agree!" This dream demon was talking nonsense!
"Don't worry, I won't kill anyone, I just need you to do me a favor."
"Besides having me complete the mission according to the historical trajectory and awaken the Demon King's son, what help can I, a little flower spirit on the verge of death and cursed, possibly do for you?"
"..." The nightmare did not respond when asked.
I looked back at Wen Heng. It was just a favor; nothing was more important than Wen Heng's life. In the end, I agreed to the Dream Demon God's request without hesitation.
After I agreed to the Dream Demon God's request, the scene shifted, and I was once again standing on the day Ye Ling'er confessed her love to Wen Heng.
Wen Heng and I were standing face to face in a pavilion surrounded by blooming lotus flowers, with cicadas chirping loudly from the branches.
A gentle breeze caressed Wen Heng's calm and handsome face. He parted his lips slightly and said, "I'm sorry, but I have no feelings for Miss Ye. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
After saying that, he strode away in a hurry.
Watching his departing figure, I felt a strange sense of loss and sadness for some reason.
"Strange, he didn't reject me, so why am I so upset?" I said, touching the tears dripping down my cheeks.
At this moment, Ye Ling'er's unwilling shouts filled his mind again: "Little flower spirit! You ruined my plans again! Do you think my spiritual consciousness is so easy to devour? You can ask the Dream Demon God for magic power, so why can't I?"
Ye Ling'er has been yelling at me for a long time, but I've been too lazy to pay attention to her.
At this moment, a maid from the Ye family rushed to me, looking flustered, and said, "Miss, you should hide quickly! I just heard that Young Master Wen's master has found the Soul-Slaying Sword and said that you are the reincarnation of the Demon King's son, and that he wants to seal and kill you. Miss, how could you be the reincarnation of the Demon King's son? They can't cure you, so they've come up with such an absurd reason to get rid of you."
I don't know if it was because of the power of the Dream Demon God, or because I was too anxious to get Wen Heng out of this formation, but I was focused on finding Wen Heng's master and fellow disciples and killing them all as soon as possible.
But when I heard the news, I was extremely excited: "It's come at the perfect time."
When I stood covered in blood in the cold wind and snow, and finally Wen Heng, with red eyes, plunged the Soul-Slaying Sword into my chest, I clutched my aching chest, staring at the crimson dripping onto the white snow. My body collapsed weakly to the ground, but when I looked up, I saw Wen Heng's eyes filled with tears. In the end, I couldn't help but let them slide down his cheek onto my chest.
In a daze, I seemed to hear Wen Heng murmuring my name: "Ahua".
I wanted to raise my hand to touch his cheek, but I was too weak to do so.
He could only mumble a vague, relieved reply: "So, this tear was shed for me..."
This sword wound hurt a lot... but it wasn't a complete waste of time...
I looked up at the snowflakes falling softly from the sky, my vision gradually blurring... until the white snow before my eyes turned into darkness...
In a daze, I seemed to have a dream in which I was sealed in a place where it was pitch black, dark, and full of demonic energy.
But all I could think about was how Wen Heng was doing and whether he had safely left the formation.
But no matter what I did, I couldn't leave this place, and no one would allow it.
She didn't know how long she had been in that dark place, only that her longing for Wen Heng was growing stronger and stronger, to the point that she was on the verge of a breakdown and losing control.
Suddenly, it was as if someone had pulled me out of somewhere, and my vision was suddenly clear.
At that moment, I was shocked to find Ye Chen standing in front of me. We were standing in front of a mirror, and what was even more terrifying was that I had also transformed into a man who looked exactly like him.
I was terrified and incredulous, and as if possessed, I dragged a soul-like body around and wandered aimlessly.
Fortunately, this soul contains abundant magical power, which I can use at will.
With my tracking skills, I finally found Wen Heng's trail on a quiet, moonlit night.
At this moment, Wen Heng was lying quietly on a bed, fast asleep.
But when I excitedly floated to his side, my body uncontrollably burrowed into his heart.
However, Wen Heng, being a half-immortal, possessed abundant spiritual power in his heart, which clashed sharply with the demonic power sealed within my soul. The conflict between these two forces tormented me day after day, making me wish I were dead.
She could only find a sliver of comfort by calling out Wen Heng's name day and night.
As if Wen Heng could sense my presence, he finally endured the pain of tearing out my heart and bleeding me out.
Although I am freed from the warmth of my heart, I cannot help but feel heartbroken, helpless, and sad.
"Miss Ahua, are you in a lot of pain and feeling helpless? Now I will help you get rid of this pain." That damned dream demon finally rang in my ears again like a ghost.
Then, I felt a piercing pain in the soles of my feet, and my body was finally separated from Ye Chen's wisp of soul.
Finally, my body transformed into a ray of light and crashed heavily onto the familiar Taihang Mountain.
I am like a reincarnation, having endured thousands of years of wind and sun, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, finally taking root, sprouting and growing in this place.
Then, after a thousand years, I met the mountain god uncle who enlightened me...
What I find even more unbelievable is that Ye Ling'er wasn't actually a manifestation of Ye Chen's soul, but rather a demon named Ye Ling'er who was nurtured by the powerful and abundant demonic energy sealed within Ye Chen's soul after the Dream Demon God cut off a wisp of my flower-like root. She only retained memories of that time with Wen Heng from ten thousand years ago, yet believed herself to be a wisp of Ye Chen's soul...
After ten thousand years of nurturing, Ye Ling'er's spiritual controller, Ye Chen's soul, was finally nurtured and brought to life, and by chance, she met me again in the Taihang Mountains...
Time travels back to the first time I met Wen Heng in the Taihang Mountains, when I was bewitched by Ye Ling'er into using forbidden techniques, the memories of Xishan Village with Zhou Lang, Ye Chen, Ye Ling'er, Ran Mo, Zhu Silang, and even the moment when Wen Heng pierced my heart with a sword again, all of these memories surged back into my mind like a raging flood.
At this moment, Ye Ling'er seemed to have seen the cause and effect of his own background just like me. He was almost as shocked and incredulous as I was, and roared in my head: "You scoundrel, it turns out that you were the one who did all this. You made me mistakenly believe that I was a man. In order to become a woman, I was bewitched by you and did so many things against my will!"
"I almost had my spiritual consciousness devoured by this little flower spirit! You haven't fulfilled a single one of our promises, and you're trapped inside her body! You coward, get out here!"
Although Ye Ling'er is very annoying, she said what I wanted to say and said what I wanted to say!
"Don't rush... I, the Dream Demon God, always keep my promises! After you help me with my business, I will fulfill all your requests!"
As soon as I finished speaking, I felt my body rapidly falling downwards!
Then I felt a piercing buzzing sound, and my head felt like it was being hammered repeatedly, causing a splitting headache...
I clutched my head, unable to bear the pain, and struggled, screaming and shouting...
Just as I was in excruciating pain, I was suddenly embraced tightly. A familiar voice reached my ears, and a pair of warm palms on my back soothed me: "Ahua! I'm here, I'm here! I'm Wen Heng! No, I'm Zhou Lang! Don't be afraid! I'm here! You'll be alright!"
As I heard Wen Heng's voice echoing in my ears, I gradually came to my senses. Through my teary eyes, I could see the person in front of me with a burning gaze, mixed with a hint of heartache and worry, looking at me.
It was as if I had finally seen the long-lost Zhou Yu, that feeling of security and reliance I had been given. Tears welled up in my eyes and, in an instant, like broken beads, streamed down my face...
But fearing he might disappear right before my eyes again... and unable to tear my gaze away, I said in a trembling voice, "Am I dreaming? You really are Zhou Lang!"
The person in front of me gently wiped away the tears streaming down my face with tenderness in their eyes and said softly, "Yes! I am the Zhou Lang whose eyes and heart are filled with nothing but you!"
Hearing his response, I was very pleased, happy and excited, but the next moment my head felt like it was being hammered by a thousand hammers, my ears were ringing, and I even started to lose my mind and pushed Wen Heng away.
Like a madman who had lost his mind and was out of control, I screamed at the person in front of me, whose vision was blurred by tears and who began to appear as countless double images: "You are not Zhou Yu! You are not Zhou Yu! You are all liars!"
Then everything went black and I lost consciousness...
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