"Master, when can we get out?"
"have no idea."
"Didn't Master intend to hold back a plan before he came?"
"I haven't thought about it."
"Is Master placing a bet?"
"yes."
"Is Master sleepy?"
"Um."
"Master, you absolutely mustn't fall asleep, or you won't wake up again."
"Know."
Wen Jingge let out a long, shallow sigh. Life was getting worse and worse.
Where had she ever suffered such torment before?!
I was actually injured by a sword today.
If it weren't for a witness by my side, I doubt anyone would believe me!
“Master…” Ling Yi frowned, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at Wen Jinge.
His current state is very similar to Yang Wennan's for a period of time: knowing one's destiny, following orders to do things, but not understanding whose orders one is following, or why one should follow these orders.
But he understood that if he disobeyed the emperor's orders, he would be the one to suffer a crushing defeat.
Right now, Wen Jingge's condition is making him very sad.
What if, after he leaves, Master is thinking of other ways to court death?
The path home buried deep in his heart told him that one day he would die in Wen Jingge's place.
"Master, can you please take better care of your life from now on?!"
He looked young, even somewhat immature, but the determination in his expression and the melancholy that permeated his entire being made him appear mature.
They were still in the sky, where the thick clouds contrasted with the platform, making the entire sky seem unreal.
"Master," Ling Yi slapped Wenjing's face with his hand, "Don't sleep, don't sleep, let me tell you a story?"
What stories do you have?
Ling Yi was speechless for a moment.
He rubbed his eyes, looked at Wen Jingge in his arms, and then at the semi-transparent figure beside him.
He had used all his knowledge to stop the bleeding in his arms, but Wen Jingge still fell into a deep sleep due to excessive blood loss.
Wen Jingge, who was floating beside him, was tilting her head to look at him. She was sitting on the ground with her knees drawn up to her chest, her head resting on her knees. There was a hint of tenderness between her brows, and she exuded a nonchalant laziness. She had obviously just woken up.
"You, are you my master?"
"Yeah, right!" The figure yawned and pointed at Wen Jingge on the ground. "I feel like I shouldn't have died, so I lived! And that's how I ended up like this!"
"Master..." Ling Yi looked like he'd seen a ghost.
His fingers covered Wen Jingge's neck, and he stared at the semi-transparent Wen Jingge with a complicated expression. "Please stop playing with me, okay? If you have nothing to do, can you go back to your own body and lie down?"
"You mean I'm a soul?" Wen Jingge, in her semi-transparent state, yawned. "Am I still breathing?"
"No, that's it! It's out of air!"
"Oh." The translucent Wen Jingge nodded.
And then, that was the end of the story.
She closed her eyes and began to sleep.
Ling Yi: ...
“I remember…” the semi-transparent Wen Jingge suddenly muttered, breaking the long-lost silence, “I think I was waiting for someone, but I forgot, kid, can you help me remember?”
“I want to…” Ling Yi pointed impatiently at Wen Jinge lying on the ground. All he wanted now was for Wen Jinge to come back to life, come back to life, come back to life!
"I don't want to..."
"No, you need to think!" Wen Jingge said seriously, opening her confused eyes. "Hurry up and help me think, I don't have much time left. Think about why I came out!"
"Time is running out?"
"Yes, not much left, not much left. I'm in a hurry, and when I'm in a hurry, I'll come out. You're the first person I've met, so please help me think of something! If I can't think of anything, I'll feel uncomfortable all over, and when I feel uncomfortable all over, I feel like I'm going to explode, and when I explode, I'll be gone."
Ling Yi: "...Wow, it's that serious!"
To be honest, he strongly suspected that Wen Jingge was playing a trick on him.
But he was still just a child, and compared to the old fox Wen Jinge, he was still too naive. He actually started thinking about it seriously.
"Gou Chen! Yes! Yes! Master! We're trapped here. Before you lost consciousness, you called out Gou Chen's name. So, Master, you were waiting for Gou Chen, weren't you?"
"Who is Gou Chen?" Wen Jingge asked sullenly.
Clearly, in this state, she had forgotten everything.
Ling Yi looked around at the world with a sense of helplessness; there was nothing there except for the clouds.
If there were even a single brick, he would knock himself unconscious at this point.
Yes, he has bricks!
"In short, Master is waiting for Gouchen. Master!" Ling Yi took out a brick from his storage bag. "I know I'm not talented enough. In order not to cause trouble for Master, I will handle things myself, just like how Senior Brother Qiao treated me back then."
The translucent Wen Jingge looked at Ling Yi, whom she had knocked unconscious, and felt a wave of embarrassment.
Gouchen has arrived; he's nearby.
The connection with Gouchen was reactivated the moment Moqin's identity was exposed. The sword made of Fusang wood was no longer a dead sword, and Wen Jinge sensed the presence of the sword spirit.
After confirming that her life was not in danger, Wen Jingge activated Plan B and began testing Ling Yi.
She originally thought her plan would be foolproof, but she never expected that this seemingly shrewd young man would also know how to play the coward.
"Sigh! This is boring." Wen Jingge patted her forehead and was about to return to her body when she saw that Ling Yi's body had changed.
At that moment, Qiao Yu and Liang Si also climbed up the ladder.
"Master!"
Wen Jingge lay on the ground covered in blood, and floating beside him was a semi-transparent figure that looked exactly like his master, observing his junior brother...
"Who are you!" Liang Si drew his sword.
His master was sacrificed in the same way under the ancient tree...
Thinking of this, his eyes welled up with tears.
“Me?” Wen Jingge pointed to herself, then to the ground. “Who do you think I am?”
She had mixed feelings about these two disciples.
Did Bu Suanzi know that Qiao Yu and Liang Si had swapped souls in this life?
Lu Feiyu is the original wife. How can she possibly break up this loving couple in this lifetime?
Even if you're willing to sacrifice yourself as an experience booster to get killed, the enemy has to be willing to accept it!
"Sigh!" Wen Jingge crossed her arms.
Staying still means watching the show.
Liang Si slashed at him with his sword, shouting, "Leave my master!"
Wen Jingge: "My goodness! You're so protective of your master!"
"Who exactly are you? And where is this place?"
Liang Si panicked. He had preconceived notions about the story of Qi Yun and the killing. He guessed from the old man in the hearse that his master must be a killer, and his style of doing things was similar.
It may seem cruel, but it always has its own set of logic.
He had never met these two ancient gods in his previous life, nor did he know what they looked like. He only knew that his natural nemesis was likely himself, just as he had been struggling against himself in his previous life.
At this moment, one of the two masters was on the ground, and the other was only in spirit form, while the junior brother was unconscious.
"Ha! You little fox, you schemed against me!" She kicked Ling Yi.
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