You are the ones who created us monsters!
That sentence echoed in his mind, refusing to leave.
His entire life was negated...
Just when the wind chimes thought it was all over.
A monster emerged from the depths of the desert; it was a seventh-tier demon lord.
However, his eyes were also filled with tears.
With tears streaming down her face, she walked to Yaohua and Xinu's side and whispered:
"Let her go, you don't deserve her."
He then took Xi Nu's body from Yao Hua's hands.
He held her in his arms, tears streaming down his bloodshot eyes.
He pressed his face against the bride's, laughing and crying at the same time, his voice trembling:
"You lied to me...you said you'd come back...you lied to me..."
He is that little turtle.
He knelt on the ground, holding the body of the bride, and wept uncontrollably.
He was the culprit who murdered Yaohua's entire family, and after the death of his beloved, he...
Those chilling, blood-red eyes were filled with grievance and despair.
Yaohua also sobbed and closed his eyes.
He couldn't lift that sword...
The demon lord wiped away his tears, picked up the red veil from the ground, shook it gently, and then, with trembling hands, carefully placed it over her head.
He lowered his head and whispered to her:
"My wife, let's go home..."
This was the first time he had called her that; before, he had always called her "master."
After all, she was the gentlest and warmest master he could never forget, even if he were frozen to death.
He turned around, holding her in his arms, and slowly walked into the depths of the desert, step by step.
A melodious song drifted from afar:
I clearly saw it on my pillow last night.
Your figure is clearly visible.
The smoke on my pillow vanished this morning.
Your figure is blurry.
...
May you return and be with me.
He finished singing the song she had once hummed softly by the pond outside the courtyard, tears streaming down his face...
With a loud bang, energy shot into the sky.
He detonated all the energy within his body, turning into dust along with Xi Nu, and left this world.
He didn't tell Yaohua either.
She grew up listening to his heroic stories.
She liked his story.
So I've always hoped that I could marry him when I grow up.
But unexpectedly, the person I loved most turned into the person I hated most during this wait.
When I loved, it was impossible; when I hated, I didn't die.
These are her two lives: one as a human, and one as a demon.
Brief and tragic.
The red veil that the bride wore until her death was blown into the sky.
It floated in the air, drifted back, and finally landed in front of Yaohua.
The scene ends...
A tragic song, a lifetime of separation and reunion, all transformed into mountains and rivers...
Fengling took a deep breath and looked up at the dark space so that her tears wouldn't fall.
What do you mean?
The wind chime suddenly asked softly.
"You're here, aren't you, Yaohua..."
The words echoed in the empty space, but there was no response.
Are you still going to run away...?
"The wind chime asked softly."
At that moment, a blue light flashed in the distance.
A ghostly flame drifted slowly in.
This is Yaohua's remaining soul.
Yaohua built this tomb before his death, and ended his life here.
The remnant soul, spanning four hundred years, has preserved its energy through the array within this tomb ruins, remaining to this day.
The ghostly flame drifted to a stop in front of the wind chime.
It then transformed into a somewhat transparent, cyan-colored old man.
He looked at the wind chimes, slowly opened his mouth, and an aged voice came from all directions:
"Are you a demon...and also a spirit master?"
Feng Ling looked at him in silence for a while.
As the owner of this burial site, he should have seen everything that happened here.
He simply nodded slightly, without saying a word, and looked the old man up and down.
Even the breath of his soul was filled with despair.
After a while, Yaohua's remnant soul spoke again:
"So, are you a demon, or a spirit master?"
The question is about the wind chime's position.
Does it matter?
Wind Chime asked him in return:
"Whether you're a demon or a spirit master, does it still matter to you?"
Yaohua looked at the wind chimes and remained silent for a long time before softly saying:
"If you were in that situation, what would you do?"
“I’ve already done it, and you’ve seen it... I’m not like you.”
Yaohua nodded and said softly:
"I saw it... Thank you."
"What if it were her? What do you think she would do?"
Feng Ling's eyes suddenly turned sharp:
"What do you mean?"
He took a step back and looked at Yaohua warily.
Yaohua didn't do anything, he just lowered his eyes and said:
“She came by just now. She said she wanted me to give you all the inheritance, including the Yaohua Sword and the Divine Dragon Yaohua Sword Technique... She doesn’t want anything else, she wants to give it all to you.”
Wind chimes: ......
This silly kid... just take it if you can!
Between husband and wife, why distinguish between "yours" and "mine"?
At this moment, Yaohua said:
"She actually already guessed what was going on... but she wasn't sure. She just wanted to use these things to keep you here."
So, what's your choice? Will you stay for her?
"Being a spirit master or a demon is not an option; you must make a choice."
Upon hearing this, Feng Ling bit her lip and remained silent for a long time before looking up and saying softly:
"Why can't we coexist? With me, we can coexist. I want them all!"
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