Chapter 73 "I won't lie to you anymore."...
"Be my dog, just bark twice and that's enough."
This statement is extremely harsh and completely unsuitable for Meng Chiwan.
Looking at her own face through the water, Yun Xianqing seemed to see Chi Wan's appearance reflected in her dark eyes.
When did that gentle and kind girl become like this?
It probably started when he entered her life. It's a very sad thing. Meng Chiwan shouldn't be like this. She should be bright and cheerful, like the girl who devoutly puts down her prayer beads in front of the Buddhist shrine.
He didn't feel insulted at all. He just thought of Meng Chiwan from the past, when she was also full of true feelings, like the sun, never hiding her affections, and always looking at him with joy.
That affection was too intense, burning him and leaving him scarred all over. So when she later wanted to take her affections back, he couldn't help but tear open those scars again and again, trying to leave something behind.
Now, all that remains is pain.
Pain can also be a form of love.
“Alright, as long as it belongs to Chi Wan.” Yun Xianqing smiled slightly, his dark eyes showing both despondency and a flickering madness. “Chi Wan can only have me, her dog.”
He actually agreed with it.
Meng Chiwan frowned.
madman.
"What if I treated you like your father did?" Meng Chiwan asked with a smile, jokingly expressing his pain.
Once a person becomes mean-spirited, there is no end to it; evil thoughts will slowly grow. Meng Chiwan knew this, but it was precisely because she knew this that she could say these words to Yun Xianqing without any restraint.
In this world, perhaps she will never speak to a second person like this again, desperately turning every word into a knife, wishing that every word would pierce his heart, wishing that those wounds would never heal, that those scars would never disappear.
Only when he was in pain could she truly feel that she still had emotions.
Yun Xianqing froze for a moment, then a slight ripple appeared in his dark eyes. He seemed to be sad, but even now he was unwilling to show his vulnerability in front of her, especially regarding those past events from his youth. He tried his best to show that he was no longer a person of the mortal world.
So he simply lowered his eyes, withdrew his hand, and let the water flow across his palm, leaving a puddle: "Chi Wan wouldn't do that."
Meng Chiwan scoffed, her laughter dripping with mockery: "You think you know me well? Yun Xianqing, why did things come to this? It's because I don't understand you, I don't know your hypocritical and despicable nature. And you don't understand me either, you don't know that I'm a vengeful person. You tried your best to become Yun Xianqing, but Yun Xianqing, in my eyes, you're not even as charming as that young Chen Zhuo."
Yun Xianqing closed her eyes in pain, but no matter what she did, she couldn't stop Meng Chiwan's voice.
Absolutely no charm.
Never before had he so clearly understood that the Qingyi Immortal Lord he was impersonating was so completely different from him, Yun Xianqing.
Meng Chiwan never liked Yun Xianqing; she liked people like Qingyi Xianjun, not such a despicable person as Yun Xianqing.
"Meng Chiwan." This was probably the first time he called her that, and perhaps the last. His voice was as calm as a still pond. "If only you were a block of wood."
That way, he could bring her home and place her on his bed, meticulously caressing her every smile and gesture, gently tracing every inch of her skin, without having to hear those hurtful words again, and without having to wake up from nightmares time and time again to find that they could never go back to the way things were before.
"That's a pity. I have a heart and a brain," Meng Chiwan said with a smile. "But you, you really are like a block of wood now."
"Will you take the wood home?" Yun Xianqing asked her seriously, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm in her words.
Meng Chiwan replied, "No."
"Is that so?" Yun Xianqing chuckled softly. The moonlight was desolate, illuminating his sickly features. "But Mu Tou really wants to go home with you."
He lowered his head, hiding the unspoken words in the reflection.
Could I take him home? Could I... forget all this?
"I was just kidding." Meng Chiwan suddenly sighed.
Yun Xianqing was intrigued by her words and waited quietly for her to continue.
"I don't want a dog that can't bark, it'll bite." Meng Chiwan laughed out of nonchalance when she saw Yun Xianqing's serious expression.
"It won't bite." Yun Xianqing let out a soft breath, not angry at all, but instead explaining very seriously.
He seemed to have genuinely considered becoming her dog.
“But you can’t call out,” Meng Chiwan said.
"What do you want me to call you?" Yun Xianqing asked her, enunciating each word clearly.
"Do I have to teach you how to say it?" Meng Chiwan said with dissatisfaction.
Yun Xianqing listened intently to every single word she uttered, as if trying to etch each word into her very being.
She hadn't spoken to him like that in a long time, so what if it was humiliating?
His lips curled slightly, and his beautiful eyes and brows deepened once again, like a bottomless pool.
"Woof."
The voice emanating from this young boy's body was still somewhat immature, but it was extremely pleasant to hear. Even after experiencing many trials and tribulations, it still retained a unique youthful quality.
The syllable exploded in Meng Chiwan's ears, and in a daze, it seemed as if Yun Xianqing had slipped out from between her lips, close to her cheek.
"It sounds awful." She was actually somewhat dazed, but her body instinctively spat out sharp thorns.
"Woof." Yun Xianqing barked again.
Meng Chiwan remained expressionless: "It still sounds awful."
"How awful does it sound?" Yun Xianqing asked her.
Meng Chiwan: "It sounds awful, absolutely awful. Are you satisfied now?"
Special. See? He'll always be special to her.
Yun Xianqing smiled, finally tasting the sweetness of a long-lost joy.
Then, Meng Chiwan asked the next moment, "How is Lin Shuchun?"
Yun Xianqing's smile faded: "Are you very concerned about him?"
“Of course,” Meng Chiwan replied matter-of-factly. “Perhaps you don’t remember what happened at the Lin residence, but I do.”
“I remember,” Yun Xianqing said, lowering her eyes.
“But you never care. A lot of what you say is just to deceive me,” Meng Chiwan said.
Nothing could hurt him more than recalling the past. Because it was beautiful, it was unforgettable; and because it was beautiful, those illusions were all the more piercing.
"sorry."
She blinked, her eyes full of sincerity: "Why not pass on your cultivation to me, or offer yourself as a sacrifice for me, so that I can grow into a great power in the cultivation world in one step?"
Yun Xianqing pondered for a moment, seemingly finding it feasible: "Then what? What about you and me?"
"How about I humiliate you every day, and then you can't bear it anymore and commit suicide? Would you like that ending?" Meng Chiwan sincerely suggested.
"How can I humiliate you?" Yun Xianqing asked back, still showing no anger.
"Tell me where Lin Shuchun is first." Meng Chiwan didn't respond.
“He’s dead,” Yun Xianqing said calmly.
"You lied to me." Meng Chiwan's smile vanished completely, as if she had been swallowed up by a giant monster in the deep sea.
"I won't lie to you anymore." Yun Xianqing clearly sensed the change in Meng Chiwan's emotions. He slightly raised his dark eyes, glanced at the moon, and then spoke.
The moon has never heard his prayers; will it hear his promise this time?
Unfortunately, Meng Chiwan was unaware of his complex emotions and coldly asked, "How did he die? Where is he now? And where is Willow Garden?"
This time, Yun Xianqing did not answer her immediately, but asked her, "If someone told you one day that I was dead, would you still ask me this many questions?"
“Of course we have to ask, otherwise we’ll miss out on material for a beautiful dream,” Meng Chiwan said.
Yun Xianqing seemed to laugh in anger, and said, "There is more than one way for a person to die."
Meng Chiwan was puzzled. After a moment of silence, she asked, "So, he's still alive?"
"In a practical sense, perhaps he can be considered still alive." Yun Xianqing didn't explain much this time, and his voice was soft, somewhat like his voice back at the Lin residence.
"What about Liuyuan?" Meng Chiwan asked again, unwilling to give up.
"He died too."
"Is this one in a real sense?" Meng Chiwan then asked.
"Yes," Yun Xianqing replied.
"So, are you still alive? In a non-realistic sense?" Meng Chiwan pondered for a moment before asking him.
Yun Xianqing was taken aback for once, then chuckled softly: "Alive. Because Chi Wan is still willing to talk to me."
"Then why don't you die now?" Meng Chiwan said irritably.
The next moment, Yun Xianqing said in a voice full of laughter, "Okay."
"Really? How will you die?" Meng Chiwan felt a sense of unexpected joy, her voice filled with barely suppressed delight.
Yun Xianqing sighed softly, whether she was sighing at her attitude or at the brief reunion: "The story in the chess pieces is over, you have to leave."
Meng Chiwan then remembered that she was on a chessboard, but the story was too long and had obscured some of her thoughts.
Yun Xianqing concluded, "Next time we meet, can Chi Wan tell me how to humiliate you?"
Meng Chiwan was speechless for a moment, and then she heard several clear bell sounds, each sound seeming to pass through her soul and reach places she had never explored before.
"You're back." The girl's voice still had a somewhat inhuman quality. "Did you see Chen Zhuo?"
"I've seen it." Meng Chiwan opened her eyes, and the black pieces in front of her instantly turned into dust, revealing a brand new road in front of her.
"Have you found the answer?" The girl's voice seemed to drift from the sky, ethereal and fleeting, like clouds in the wind.
"Found it."
"So what do you plan to do next?"
"Go find someone who is said to be spiritually dead."
The girl didn't say anything more.
The path in the chaos became clear, and Meng Chiwan walked forward step by step.
Every step is solid, every step is steady. As we approach the truth, every step becomes invaluable.
Yun Xianqing: Humiliation? Such a good thing! [Milk tea emoji]
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