Chapter 47
It instantly enveloped his entire body.
Chen Zun had already moved aside.
Li Ziqing barely suppressed the discomfort in her throat and quickly followed.
*
The backyard of the mansion.
Wen Chaosheng withdrew his trembling hand, vaguely feeling that there was too much blood on it, and even had the illusion that his fingertips still carried the warmth of that person.
Ah Ning...
Ah Ning...
He felt a sharp pain in his chest and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Ah Ning... she pleaded desperately, begging to end her suffering herself...
But who will end his suffering?
He looked up and gazed at the cage again.
Wen Chaosheng coughed violently. He reached out in a daze and caught the blood in his hand, only to find that his hand was covered in blood.
If I were to die now, that would be a good thing.
At the very least, if I die now, I should be able to see her one last time on the Bridge of Helplessness.
"Who are you?!" A furious shout rang in his ears.
Wen Chaosheng did not react, but like a puppet whose strings had been cut, he continued to look at the last face of the person in the cage.
In the depths of my heart, I meticulously sketched her face.
If there is a next life, I must find her as soon as possible.
According to all the calculations of fate, wherever she is, he will go.
Chen Zun saw a strange man beside the cage, who seemed to have lost his mind, staring blankly into the cage. A surge of anxiety rose within him, fearing something might go wrong with his chance at immortality.
He quickly ran over to check on the little beast trapped in the cage.
Chen Zun reached his hand into the cage, only to find that its breath was long gone.
"Damn it! What did you do?!" Chen Zun roared in anger, grabbing Wen Chaosheng by the collar.
Wen Chaosheng seemed to have just come to his senses when he suddenly burst into laughter.
Hahahaha.
"What did I do? I should be asking you, what did you do?"
"Do you think her blood and flesh taste good?!"
When Chen Zun realized that Wen Chaosheng already knew what he had done, he assumed that Wen Chaosheng had stolen his chance at immortality and killed the beast.
How could Chen Zun, whose chance to become an immortal was taken away, possibly swallow this insult?
"You beast, I will definitely kill you!"
A predestined fate!
His destiny to become an immortal!
This once-in-a-millennium opportunity has been ruined by this man! He must be killed!
Chen Zun immediately pulled out the dagger he had placed beside the cage, which he used to cut the fox meat.
The dagger, still stained with blood, was about to stab Wen Chaosheng directly!
A cold glint flashed in Wen Chaosheng's eyes, as if he knew where Chen Zun would strike. He dodged to the side and then skillfully snatched the dagger away, placing it against Chen Zun's neck.
With his vital points suppressed, Chen Zun, no matter how angry he was, dared not make any rash moves and could only put on a brave front.
"I, I will exterminate your entire clan!!"
"Kill them."
"If you can live to see that time." Wen Chaosheng's eyes were no longer as clear as before; instead, they were filled with a sense of collapse.
Upon entering the backyard, he walked to the cage and stared in disbelief at the corpse inside. The handsome man in the jade robe, who hadn't uttered a sound, suddenly reached out his hand...
Li Ziqing's fingertips trembled slightly as she touched the little fox in the cage.
All I felt was a chilling aura of death...
she,
Dead?
Li Ziqing reached out and, as always, stroked its forehead, her voice trembling:
"Ah Ning?"
The other party did not respond to him.
Was he late?
Has his A-Ning already left him?
"Ah Ning, I've come to take you home."
"Ah Ning, I've come to pick you up...to go home..."
“A-Ning…”
His usual aloofness shattered at this moment, and the bloodshot eyes could not suppress his grief.
He was like a child who had never received God's favor, but by chance he found the only treasure in the world. He tried his best to keep the treasure to himself, fantasizing that if he had her by his side in the future, his more than 20 years of suffering and illness would be insignificant.
But fate took her away once again.
It cruelly separated her from his own life.
He didn't even get to see her one last time.
Why?
Why didn't you wait for him?
Banmo's eyes were already wavering.
Li Ziqing looked at the little fox that was already surrounded by blood and saw that her forehead was also stained with a lot of blood.
Just like she was back then...
The Mark of Burning Heaven...
Overwhelmed by remorse, Li Ziqing suffered a splitting headache.
Those memories of his time with Ying Ning kept repeating themselves, even unearthing unfamiliar fragments from the depths of his memory, causing his qi and blood to become chaotic and his Dao heart to tremble.
With old scars on her shoulder, she raised her head and tugged at her robe in the pool.
"Master, it's so dark inside the Demon Cave..."
"Master... why haven't you found me yet...?"
"But I'm injured too, look, I'm bleeding..."
During the sect competition, she wielded her sword with unrestrained abandon, letting her wild nature take over as she swung it wildly time and time again.
In the Chonghua Palace, she placed a black piece opposite her own.
......
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Pfft.
Chen Zun stared in disbelief at the wound on his chest, then followed the blade to the person wielding the sword, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"you..."
Then he heard the sound of the sword being withdrawn from his body.
In the last second before everything went black, he stared in terror at Li Ziqing, who was holding a sword in front of him.
He was dressed in the same clothes, but his demeanor was completely different.
At this moment, Li Ziqing's expression remained unchanged, but a murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and his oppressive aura pressed down on Chen Zun's heart like a boulder.
Chen Zun's sixth sense told him.
He is not the sixth prince!
【who is he? ! 】
This was a thought that suddenly popped into Chen Zun's head in the last second before he stepped into the realm of death.
Unfortunately, no one could tell him anymore.
"Those who cultivate demonic ways deserve to die."
Li Ziqing sheathed the Unyielding Sword, glanced thoughtfully at Wen Chaosheng who had just released Chen Zun, then quickly looked away, his aura becoming even colder.
He left without saying a word.
Wen Chaosheng didn't care about Li Ziqing's sudden departure.
He still clutched the dagger that had sliced off Ying Ning's flesh tightly in his hand, slowly walked to one side of the cage, lowered his eyes, and muttered to himself:
“A-Ning.”
"Don't walk too fast."
"You'll have to wait for me."
The destined person is one's own life-and-death tribulation.
Since it was a life-or-death ordeal, and she was already dead, how could he possibly survive alone?
Ultimately, he couldn't escape his own life-or-death ordeal...
The sound of a dagger piercing the heart was exceptionally jarring.
Wen Chaosheng leaned against the iron railing, his strength draining away from his body, while a large amount of blood rushed out of him.
Before long, the ground was covered in blood.
One small trickle of blood was flowing over the blood that had already dried.
That pool of blood was dripping from inside the cage...
Wen Chaosheng's blood seemed to add another layer of color to it, and in a daze, it felt incredibly tender.
"In that case..."
"Does that count as being together...?"
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