Chapter 288
The person in front stopped.
"Little Snow Slave, what is it?" Ying Ning called him as always, just as if the two of them had never quarreled in the Heartless Sea.
Si Baixue suppressed the stinging in his eyes, deliberately feigning indifference as he walked to her side and asked a question he had been wanting to ask:
"How did you manage to escape from that hellhole back then?"
The story of Li Ziqing's junior disciple crawling out of the demon's den was spread throughout the Six Realms back then.
As the young patriarch of the Hidden Mountain Clan, he naturally knew about it, but at the time he only listened to it for a bit of amusement.
At that time, he had no idea that one day he would be inextricably linked to the person in the rumors.
"How did they crawl out of that demon's lair?" Ying Ning sighed, pondering the question seriously.
Si Baixue noticed a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead, perhaps from the heat of the desert clinging to her skin. Although his heart stirred involuntarily, he still managed to restrain himself from touching her.
He heard her voice; it was calm, but there was an undeniable helplessness in it.
"There are quite a few monsters in the Demon Cave."
"They can't be killed all of them."
"There is no day or night there, so in order to survive, you can only climb up little by little in this stench and despair."
"Many monsters love to fight their prey, so they will play with you until you are exhausted before pouncing on you."
"Therefore, the best time to kill them is when they let their guard down."
"There is no spiritual energy in the demon cave. If you want to survive, you can only drink the blood and eat the flesh of demons."
"It's too dark in the den of demons; it always makes you feel like you're already dead."
"Unable to be born..."
"A fleeting thought of escaping."
Yingning smiled gently, but her eyes were still filled with tears.
This is her heartache for Feng Yingning.
When she fell into the demon's lair, the Phoenix Clan's little princess was just a Sword Sect disciple with shallow cultivation.
The fact that she wasn't torn apart and devoured by countless demons the moment she fell into the demon's lair was the last bit of mercy Heaven had shown her.
Everything that followed was something she fought against death herself, taking it all away little by little.
The noble Phoenix Clan princess lay covered in blood and grime among piles of demon corpses every day. When she was starving, she would tear off a piece of foul-smelling flesh and chew it expressionlessly.
Then, he picked up his sword and stood up again.
“The demons really like the bodies of the Phoenix Clan.” Ying Ning’s voice softened.
Si Baixue's eyes broke, and then she heard her words:
“Every drop of Phoenix blood attracts demons like moths to a flame.”
"Once, I was captured by a six-headed demon. It hung me in its nest, cut open my tendons, and made sure that every drop of phoenix blood was just right to drip into the container it had prepared."
"That time, I really thought I was going to die."
"At the time, I was still thinking about it."
"If I die, is there anyone in these six realms who will remember me?"
"On the forty-ninth day, the enemy of that six-headed demon came looking for it, and it took the opportunity to escape." As Ying Ning spoke of this moment, Si Baixue seemed to see the scene in the demon cave before her eyes.
It was a face whose features were no longer discernible.
She lay on the ground, neither begging for divine mercy, nor crying, nor even making a sound, but slowly crawling out of the nest.
Behind them, there was an endless trail of blood.
Si Baixue suddenly attacked like a gust of wind, pulling Yingning into a tight embrace. His embrace held despair and suffocation, but even more so, his broken words:
"I will remember."
"Feng Yingning, I will remember."
"Whether you are Meng Po A Ning or Feng Ying Ning of the Phoenix Clan, I will remember you!" Si Baixue couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in his eyes. Even though he didn't want to cry, the grief in his chest still drove him to the brink of despair.
"sorry..."
I'm sorry I didn't meet you sooner.
I'm sorry I couldn't be by your side.
But pale and powerless words could not possibly bind their fates from a hundred years ago together again.
At that time, he was still the young clan leader of Yinshan.
At that time, she was struggling to survive in the hellish place.
"Don't cry anymore. If you keep crying, I'm afraid I'll have another crime to blame for making you cry." Yingning patted his back, indicating that she wanted to comfort him.
He didn't want to stop.
"Why... are you Meng Po A-Ning...?"
Si Baixue's knuckles turned pale from straining, and tears streamed down her narrow eyes.
“I died once at the Immortal Trapping Cliff.” Ying Ning raised her head. “The Phoenix Clan, carrying the ancient karmic fire, will be reborn from the ashes after death. Perhaps by chance, I ended up in the Underworld.”
Si Baixue stroked the red spider lily on Yingning's cheek, even though it was she who had suffered all of this.
But he was crying, while she was laughing.
"It seems I'm just unlucky. I won't live much longer." Yingning calculated the days, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the deepest part of the desert.
That place will probably be the end of everything.
"It's just my bad luck." Si Baixue slowly tightened his arms, wishing he could embed her into his body and not let her leave even an inch.
"It's my fault for not being able to save you."
He tilted his head slightly, swallowed his sobs, and finally uttered a complete sentence:
“A-Ning.”
"You and I are master and servant."
"I am A Ning's contracted demon. I will accompany A Ning no matter what she does."
"Do whatever you want."
He couldn't save her. She was a phoenix princess who could crawl out of the demon's den even if she had to fight until she was covered in blood and flesh. She would seize even the slightest chance of survival.
Now, I have no choice in what I do.
She couldn't control her own fate.
He couldn't control his own heart either.
So whatever she wants to do, he will accompany her on this final journey.
"A-Ning, go ahead."
"Let's do it together."
Si Baixue finally released Ying Ning. When he looked up again, Ying Ning could no longer see his tears, only a bitter smile forced onto his pale, gaudy, and eerie face.
But the silent dampness on her clothes testified to how hard he had cried.
“Okay,” she said.
*
*
*
Desert, a silent Buddhist cave.
Every statue in the Buddhist cave is covered with sand and gravel. In the wind and sand, the Buddha statues seem to be crying and laughing at the same time, giving them a slightly evil feel.
Meanwhile, deep within the Buddhist cave lies a protective barrier.
In a temple that has been abandoned for millions of years, even under the sand and gravel, one can still see its former glory. From a corner of the temple, a rustling sound can be heard.
In a short while, a long, thin, black tentacle slowly dragged a strange object into a deep pit.
The larva of the Heart-Refining Firefly fell out of his abdominal cavity.
There were already hundreds of corpses in the deep pit.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
