"Boom!!!"
The sounds of bombing and screams still echoed around us.
All the bombs automatically avoided Cheng Xianyi's vicinity. She unbuttoned her cloak, looked casually at the disfigured face, and said, "I know everything, I remember everything."
"You seem surprised?"
"No, how could a person remember what happened in the past? What exactly did you do?" The Master's eyes were filled with fear.
"It was just a small price to pay. I'd do anything to keep him safe."
"You! You're insane! The divination from twenty-four years ago..."
"It's me."
It was I who placed his hand bones before the altar day and night, praying for tens of thousands of days, saving his life and healing his wounded, and exchanging this for supreme merit. Finally, I freed him from the shackles of the divination, allowing him to return to the world.
"The energy suddenly broke down three years ago..."
"It's me."
I made a deal with that thing that called itself a system, to bring him back to Yan Kingdom and remove his bad luck. I paid a small price for it... Cheng Xianyi didn't intend to say what the price was.
Keep this a secret. After everything is over, keep it hidden in your heart forever, and Zhou Cheng will never know about it.
Because it was all her own choice.
There was nothing to boast about that would make him worry.
"Ah!! It was you who ruined my plan! Why didn't you die with him! If you died, I could succeed. Do you know how much I've sacrificed for this day!"
"Do you know how much price and effort an ordinary person has to pay to defy fate? You..." The Master suddenly stopped speaking, looking down at his neck: "Pfft!"
A dagger was stuck in his neck.
Cheng Xianyi gripped the controller, her long, slender, pale fingers stained with blood. She spun the controller 360 times, the sound grating, as if trying to tear her flesh apart.
She glanced at the plane slowly being taken off the plane.
Approaching the Master, he said calmly and indifferently, "I don't know. I only know that you almost made me lose him forever. I almost did. I failed to bring you back then, but it's not too late now."
No, it's not too late?
What's the meaning?
The master clutched the dagger in agony, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes fixed on Cheng Xianyi's lips as if trying to ask her something.
"He's coming down."
"Shhh."
"This matter is a secret. He doesn't need to know anything. He only needs to know that I will be with him for a very long time in this life. Otherwise, if he asks me about it, I will soften and be unable to hide it when I look at his face."
"You should shut up."
"Oh right, that's Zhou Cheng."
The Master's pupils suddenly constricted, the lines on his face gradually faded, and the hands that had been gripping the dagger tightly suddenly loosened. He glanced at the aloof and composed Cheng Xianyi, and then at the landing fighter jet.
The hatch opened.
Zhou Cheng's spirited face was revealed.
Just like back then, just like back then.
The master moved his lips, then collapsed to the ground with a thud. His eyes remained fixed on Zhou Cheng's direction, holding a mixture of emotions: resentment, despair, and a sense of relief...
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