Chapter 658
Does saving him mean she has to be responsible for his entire life?
There is no such ridiculous logic in the world.
Xingran's smile froze abruptly, replaced by a resentful sneer, "Then why did you save me in the first place?"
She saved him, raised him, and was destined to abandon him.
Wen Xin couldn't describe her current feelings; it was probably the kind of pathetic and ridiculous feeling of helping someone on the street only to be falsely accused. "You are an intelligent being, not a cat or dog."
She didn't treat him like a contracted pet; she always regarded him as a student and a younger brother.
She has done everything she could, paving a broad road for him. Does she really have to sacrifice her whole life for him?
Does he think that she has to give everything for him?
So, does saving him mean taking her own body and soul with her?
What's even more ridiculous is that, before she was completely devastated, he had always played the role of a good boy in front of her and had never told her a single thought of his feelings.
Yes, perhaps she was partly to blame for being too slow to notice, but she also never imagined he had such thoughts.
He didn't speak, she didn't know, and she was a complete and free person, not someone he could control. Why couldn't she choose her own partner and get married?
Wen Xin found it utterly absurd.
Wen Xin took a cold step back, her eyes devoid of any emotion towards him. Perhaps she shouldn't have been arguing with him in the first place, insisting on an answer, and refusing to believe that the child she had raised was so incompetent. Instead, she should have sought revenge and settled scores.
Her retreat and cold gaze made Xingran, who was frantically questioning, suddenly freeze, and helplessness and panic gradually crept into her heart.
Even when he instigated the war of the gods, her gaze towards him was never so ruthless and cold.
It was as if from then on she only harbored hatred towards him, and had no trace of their former affection.
Xingran had become accustomed to Wenxin's devotion, pampering, and indulgence towards him.
He thought she would never really give up on him.
However, now...
The turbulent spacetime currents in the void rift calmed down, the hurricane disappeared, and Xingran took a few steps unsteadily toward Wenxin.
"Sister... I just missed you so much. I was just talking nonsense."
"I'm crazy, I'm mentally ill. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. Don't be angry, I was wrong, I admit my mistake. Sister, please don't abandon me."
Looking at the man in front of her, who was filled with anxiety, pain, and confusion, Wen Xin felt no ripples in her heart, let alone any softening.
Xingran was so indifferent by her gaze that she froze in her tracks, unable to take another step.
With red eyes and a hoarse voice, he pleaded, "Sister, let's go back to the Unending Secret Realm, okay? That's our home. What world, what rules, what living beings—none of that matters to us. We'll never be apart again."
"I'll listen to you in everything from now on. I'll do whatever you ask, and I'll never make you angry again. Sister, please give me another chance, okay?"
Wen Xin lowered her eyes, remaining silent but also seemingly not refusing.
Xingran's expression brightened slightly; he knew his sister was the most soft-hearted towards him...
However, in the next instant, the red rope tore through the void, shattering the scale on his hand when he was completely unprepared.
As the scales shattered into dust, all the affection and memories between him and her also crumbled.
Xingran froze on the spot, her pupils dilated, and blood reddened her face.
Countless red ropes rose from beneath Wen Xin's feet, hurtling towards him with chilling killing intent, showing no mercy whatsoever.
She really wanted to kill him!
Xing Ran did not fight back, letting the red rope leave countless wounds on his body, dripping with blood, making his red clothes appear even more terrifyingly bright.
He suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, a laugh so chilling it was almost unbearable.
"Why? Why?"
Wen Xin frowned, having no intention of saying anything more to him.
At her wedding, he manipulated countless demons to wreak havoc and coerce her, ultimately forcing her to shatter her own soul to save the day. Wen Xin vowed then and there that she would settle the score with him.
Back then, she still held a sliver of hope for him, guessing that he might have his reasons. But his hurtful words just now made her realize that he was beyond saving.
In the name of loving her, he slaughtered countless lives to satisfy his selfish desires. Wen Xin was not moved; she only found it absurd and laughable.
Like those selfish and self-absorbed male protagonists in those abusive novels, they only ever loved themselves.
He was not the obedient child she saw at all.
Perhaps from the very beginning, she was saving an ungrateful wretch.
Her soul was shattered—that was the price she paid.
She can't define right or wrong for herself, but she can seek justice for herself and those innocent lives.
At this moment, Wen Xin only wanted to settle accounts and didn't want to talk about feelings with him anymore; he didn't deserve it.
Her ruthlessness drove Xingran completely insane.
When the red rope transformed into a sharp sword aimed directly at his lifeline, Xingran finally stopped letting her kill him.
He gripped the blood-red longsword tightly, and a filthy, thick power surged from his body, causing the spatial-temporal turbulence to erupt once more, shredding the red ropes that were attacking him.
Xing Ran's hands were covered in blood, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he licked the blood off his face, his smile gentle yet insane, deceiving himself.
"It's okay. Someone must have said bad things about me to my sister again. She got angry and misunderstood me, which is why she hit me. I don't blame my sister."
"You're crazy."
Wen Xin raised his hand, and the blood sword in his hand instantly turned into specks of blood-red light and dissipated.
Xingran greedily tried to grasp those points of light, but in the end, he could only watch them dissipate from his fingertips, just like her. For so many years, he had frantically tried to grasp them, but in the end, he could not hold on to them at all, and instead, he made her drift further and further away from him.
But Xingran was unwilling to accept it!
"Yes, I went crazy. I went crazy when my sister was about to marry someone else."
"But I know it wasn't my sister's fault; it was that hypocrite who deceived her."
"Sister...come home with me!"
Before he could finish speaking, Xing Ran's figure vanished, and in the blink of an eye, he was close to Wen Xin. Ignoring the red ropes that would leave him covered in wounds, he reached out to grab her.
However, how could the Peach Blossom God, who could make the Ten Directions Gods hate him to the core but were powerless to do anything about him, be captured so easily?
The moment Xingran's hand touched her, Wenxin's body suddenly transformed into a shower of peach blossoms.
Suddenly, they appeared behind him again, and a red flute appeared in her hand without her noticing.
The flute played a mournful tune, and the red rope scattered into strands of red light, pressing down on Xing Ran and trapping him.
The entire void rift was filled with terrifying hurricanes formed by spacetime turbulence, yet it was also suppressed by the sound of the flute.
Xingran was like a trapped beast. He stared at Wen Xin with a look of desolation in his eyes. The intense killing intent in the flute music made him feel even more tormented.
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