"Only you can save yourself?" Qiao Yu pondered this question repeatedly.
Although the image of his master in front of him seemed unreliable in every way, it also made him feel at ease. He slowly reached out and tentatively placed his hand on the back of Wen Jingge's hand. "Master, you said I would become the Sword God?"
“Yes.” Wen Jingge rubbed his little head. “So, no matter what the future holds, you must live well and make those who don’t believe in you pay the price.”
"The price..." He looked at Wen Jingge with confusion and asked uncertainly, "What if that person is Master?"
Turning her gaze, Wen Jingge saw herself.
This time, the person who appeared in the water tank was her.
To be precise, it's another Wen Jinge.
"Master..."
The roles were reversed, and this time Qiao Yu was the one squatting by the water tank.
The boy had gained a lot of weight since they first met, but this weight gain only made him look like a normal person.
"Master, do you know where you went wrong?"
Wen Jingge in the water vat didn't speak. Xuan Si moved, and this time it was her who was pierced through the collarbone. Qiao Yu leaned closer to him and scooped into the water vat.
This time, the water tank was very clean; it was crystal clear.
Wen Jingge moved closer. The person sitting in the water vat had no limbs. Qiao Yu approached her with a poisonous scorpion in her hand. "Master, those things you put in the water vat back then caused me so much suffering."
Wen Jingge's gaze remained cold in the water tank, her emotions unmoved. If it weren't for the cold sweat on her forehead, Wen Jingge would have almost thought she was a fake.
“Master, I am more merciful than you. If it hurts, you can cry out. Don’t worry, I won’t say you’re being noisy.”
Wen Jingge was stunned. Had she done too many bad things? Why did she find Qiao Yu so attractive? She really wanted to kidnap him!
“Master, you and my eldest brother should not have left me alone on the mountain when you went down.”
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Wen Jingge's mouth in the water tank, but she continued to endure the pain. Streams of sweat fell into the water tank, mingling with the water.
“Master, I saw another version of you back then.”
Wen Jingge's eyes changed as she sat in the water vat, and so did the eyes of Wen Jingge squatting beside the water vat.
“You said that only I can save myself.” He laughed, a loud laugh, tears streaming down his face. He sniffed, and under the excited gaze of Wen Jingge in the water tank, he sighed deeply. “So! I’ve returned everything you did to me.”
Wen Jingge, sitting in the water tank, seemed to be provoked. "Where is she? Where did you see her? I'm asking you, where is she?"
"No way!" Wen Jingge frowned.
Is this really me from another time and space?
Even though she had written a lot of mind-bending things before, which could be explained in the real world, this is not a world that can be guessed using common sense. There are many settings that she has not yet had time to verify.
"Where is she!" The one in the water vat went mad, completely forgetting the mysterious silk tangled in its body, and actually stood up in the water vat by its broken body.
Qiao Yu's expression changed slightly. The smugness she had shown in front of her master was gone, as was the pain of realizing that she was not happy about getting revenge.
Wen Jingge went mad, and so did he.
"What on earth is going on!" He seemed to remember something, and dragged Wen Jingge out of the water vat, crying and laughing at the same time. "Master! Hahahaha, my good Master, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Why? Why, why do you never tell me the truth?"
Wen Jingge, who had lost all four limbs, did not look at him. Her eyes, which were full of desire, slowly dimmed as she muttered to herself, as if possessed, "It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, she should have come to me."
"Master." Qiao Yu hugged her, crying painfully, his face extremely distorted, half joy and half sorrow. He hated himself, and an answer buried in his heart for many years was about to be revealed.
"Master, Master, does it hurt?"
Master knows that person.
That person really exists.
Master...
Yes, everything Master used on him was to lure out that person.
“Qiao Yu…” A flicker of emotion appeared in those deep black eyes. She looked at Qiao Yu as if she were looking at someone else. “You are the key, the key…”
"key?"
"Send me to the Burning Heaven Gate." Wen Jingge closed her eyes, tears of despair streaming from the corners of her eyes, a bitter smile on her lips. "Wrong, wrong, wrong again... It's not too late, it's not too late, it's still, it's still not too late..."
"Master..." Qiao Yu shouted, shaking the person in her arms.
Fortunately, the man was not dead, and she opened her eyes.
The scene changed again. Wen Jingge was very familiar with this place; it was the place where she had stolen the coffin, picked up the purple-gold bowl, and pried open the floor tiles.
This is also the forbidden gate that Bu Suanzi set for her when she was alive.
She was forced to appear here because the original owner of this body had an accident at the Burning Heaven Gate.
"Master...you're awake?"
“Qiao Yu…” Wen Jingge looked at his face, as if trying to examine him closely, but found that she had lost her hands and feet. “It’s been three years.”
"Three years later, Wen Jingge, who had been turned into a human pig, disappeared without a trace." Wen Jingge, who was watching the play, suddenly remembered the plot of "Heavenly Pulse Sword God".
"Kill me here."
Wen Jingge's gaze swept over the neatly arranged longevity tablets on the offering table. Her eyes held a mixture of relief, reassurance, and fear. "Please, kill me."
"Master, I was wrong, I was wrong. Please forgive me, okay? Eldest brother, what you did was also intentional."
Wen Jingge, nestled in his arms, shook her head, a bitter smile blooming on her lips. "No, child, I am not your master. How could the Sword God's master be a disgrace to the Xuanmen sect?"
She stopped looking at Qiao Yu, pointed to a longevity tablet covered with a black cloth, and heard Qiao Yu still crying. She said helplessly, "If you regard me as your master, then listen to me and do what you should do."
"Master!"
"Sigh!" She sighed and, to Qiao Yu's astonishment, crashed into the longevity tablet covered by a black cloth. It was thanks to the support of those mysterious silk threads that she easily crushed the tablet.
Lingxiao Peak, Wen Jin Ge.
The sign had six characters written on it.
"Master!" Qiao Yu held the fallen person in his arms. She was dead. He seemed to suddenly realize something and clung to her like a child. "Master, why?"
“Master, do you know? Senior Sister Lu committed suicide. When I asked why, she said that if I hadn’t died, it would have been her and the child who died.”
"She said she couldn't bear for me to get into trouble, so she committed suicide."
"At that time, I thought of that person who was different from my master. Why, why were the two masters so different?"
“Master, I did all this just to see that person once. Master… I never intended to really kill you.”
"Please forgive me, Master..."
"Sword God, Demon Race, is this destiny?"
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