Ever since Ning Qingmeng was killed by the Emperor himself, apart from the initial sense of relief, he actually didn't have much other feelings in his heart.
But in the following years, for some reason, he seemed to have hallucinations.
He would occasionally recall the past when he was half drunk and half awake, sometimes in his dreams.
At first, the Emperor didn't take it too seriously, but every time he had this "dream", he would become more violent when he woke up, and it would take a killing to calm him down.
This was also one of the reasons why Emperor Tianshi caused unrest in the entire cultivation world in the following years.
But later, the Emperor discovered that he didn't know whether he had some kind of mental demon or his memory was distorted.
Sometimes he clearly remembered that what he had experienced was like this, but when he woke up from sleep, completely different memories inexplicably emerged in his mind.
For example, the various details of his childhood interactions with his elder sister.
He clearly remembered the time when his elder sister was with him. They had always lived a difficult life. However, at certain moments, completely different pictures would inexplicably emerge in his mind.
The elder sister picked him up with a smile, patted his back and coaxed him to sleep, with a strange song that he couldn't understand playing in his ears. The elder sister carried him on her back to watch acrobatics and took him to drink sweet soup.
There are also memories of Ning Qingmeng.
It is even more confusing and vague.
Ning Qingmeng in the dream was clearly still so filthy and hateful in his eyes in the previous second, with a disgusting look of greed in her eyes. But in the next second, she was trying her best and was not hesitant to act stupid again and again when practicing sword, just for that tiny touch with her master.
There was also a strange dream. In the dream, he was in Guanghan Pond. Both he and his master were soaked in their clothes. He held her waist tightly from behind...
There were so many contradictory "memories" like this that later, even when the Emperor was awake, he could "see" Ning Qingmeng appear in front of him. However, no matter whether he whipped Ning Qingmeng or stretched out his hand, it would disappear as soon as it touched her.
The last time his master bumped into his arms, he was stunned and could no longer bear the entanglement of this inner demon, so he directly used Jingque to cut off her arm.
Thinking about it now, the Emperor was filled with heartache.
That is Master, not Ning Qingmeng.
"Let go."
Sijiu's words without any emotion were like a bucket of cold water poured over the emperor's head, which was full of pity.
He lowered his eyes and met the clear and bright eyes of his master.
Before this, the Master's eyes were not like this when he looked at him. Instead, they were smiling, tolerant and doting, the kind of eyes that could warm his already cold heart.
Oh, not really.
That look was not originally meant for him, but for her Xing'er.
Although his expression was very sour, Si Jiu could see the bitterness in his eyes.
She sighed secretly and slowed down her tone, "I'll go see Xing'er. Since you brought him back, you probably don't want him to get into trouble, right?"
"I just can't stand him getting in my face, but he's so useless that he can't even beat Zhu Hua."
In fact, he knew that if he abandoned Shen Xinghe, his master would never let him bring her here.
Sijiu pulled away his hand that was pulling at his arm, "Yes, so don't bully him anymore."
As he spoke, Si Jiu walked towards the baby who was thrown on the cold ground in the hall.
The Emperor clenched his fingers into fists, bloodshot eyes flickered, but after a long while he did not stop.
Sijiu came close to Zizi, squatted down, half-hugged him in his arms, checked his physical condition, and found that it was even worse than the last time he came back from Dragon Tomb.
It seems that losing his reverse scale has had a huge impact on him.
Sijiu took the pill from the storage ring and fed it into his mouth, then he gathered his spiritual power and sent it into the baby's body.
But just as she opened her mouth, the baby in her arms struggled to open his eyes, and grabbed her hand that was secretly pressing on his abdomen and was about to transfer spiritual power to him.
"Master, Master...you are not allowed to..."
He was clearly half dead, his eyebrows were knitted, but his eyes were determined and fierce.
"You promised me."
Sijiu was like a child who was caught doing something bad, and was a little choked.
"Don't waste your spiritual power anymore."
This short sentence has to be broken down into two parts, making it sound even more powerless after it is said.
Si Jiu felt distressed, "You want me to just stand there and watch you like this?"
"It's okay, just rest for a few days and it will be fine." He gently pinched Master's fingers and smiled, "Master, you feel sorry for me."
Sijiu: "..."
I still feel like teasing myself. Okay, it seems I won’t die.
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