"Why aren't you saying anything? Haven't you heard me? I'll increase the pressure even more then..."
"Dijiang! I'm going to kill you—"
No, don't!
Tongsu managed a sob, "No..."
Click.
A crisp cracking sound rang out in the deathly silent Zixiao Palace.
Chen Yao's mind went blank for a moment. He turned around slowly, and when he looked closely, he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, unable to breathe!
The bow cracked from the impact.
He suddenly lost all his strength.
Never before had he heard the voice from his heart so clearly.
She's dying.
Atong is dying.
A-Tong would die for him.
He raised his head blankly, his face wet. He reached down and touched it, and a sticky, wet stream trickled down his cheek from his eyes.
Looking down, the liquid on my hands was bright red, and I couldn't tell whether the liquid flowing from my eyes was blood or tears.
He turned around and saw his father and uncle staring at him anxiously. Xihe was in tears, Kunpeng was expressionless, Jiuying was so anxious that he opened his mouth to curse, the Demon Saint was angry, suspicious or hateful, and the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden cried out.
He remembered the day he found her, when he took her to the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden to have her hair styled, and what the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden said:
No matter how strong you are, there are things you can't get.
No matter how strong he is, no matter how talented he is, no matter how amazing ...
He too could not defy the will of Heaven.
He could only watch helplessly as she died at Dijiang's hands.
She was once a little girl who bumped into his leg.
He once unexpectedly turned into a chubby little bird and was kept on her chest.
She once took him on an adventure, and together they fought against Jumang in the Xuanyuan tribe.
He once tempted her to accept his confession, promising to become his natal magic weapon, and they vowed to be together forever.
But she was dying.
Dijiang wanted her to be a hostage, but she offended him. She disagreed, so Dijiang wanted revenge and wanted to kill her.
He will suffer when she goes to the witch clan as a hostage.
She will die if she doesn't go.
So……
Chen Yao opened his mouth, and he heard a strange voice coming out of his mouth, like a broken vocal cord struggling to produce a hoarse and shrill sound, which was terribly unpleasant to hear.
"I agree..."
Don't let her hear it.
"Send her to the demon realm..."
She once said his magnetic voice was pleasant to hear, so she shouldn't hear this hoarse and unpleasant voice.
"You can let go now..."
Compared to death.
Then let him be alone.
Go suffer alone.
As soon as Dijiang released his grip, the oppressive aura dissipated, and the shattered red bow fell to the ground. He quickly stepped forward and caught it in his arms.
On the verge of death.
A terrible crack appeared on Tong Gonggong's body, his spiritual energy was depleted, and his consciousness was on its last legs, unable to respond to anything. He was like a candle in the twilight of his life, with all his senses about to dissipate.
Chen Yao drew his fingers like a knife and slashed his wrist, creating a deep wound. Golden-red blood gushed out and seeped into the bow.
The crack gradually narrowed.
“A-Tong…”
Chen Yao twitched the corners of his mouth and suddenly burst into laughter.
His laughter grew louder and louder, his hoarse voice accompanied by a hissing laugh, so terrifying it sent chills down one's spine. He raised his head, his hand high, and pointed at them one by one.
The gloating witch clan.
I ordered from the smiling Dijiang.
He pointed to the silent and indifferent Heavenly Dao.
"I will remember you."
One, two, three...
You all just wait!
One day—
I will step on your corpses and kill Ah Tong.
Bring them back.
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