"But this time," Bihua's tone softened strangely, "I have made every possible preparation. I thought that when the time comes, I will devour the inner demon and completely repair your spirit body."
An Meng nodded and curled the corners of her lips slightly at her.
This encouraging smile made Bihua's mood rise again. She hesitantly stretched out her hand, wanting to hug Qingze.
Here it comes! An Meng's heart was lifted. The opportunity to get close to Bihua has come!
It is estimated that only such an intimate hug with the back completely exposed can give her the opportunity to seriously injure Bihua.
Opportunity is fleeting, once lost, it will never come back.
So An Meng praised: "Well done, you really won't let me down."
As soon as these words came out, Bihua's hesitation immediately disappeared, and the feeling of losing and regaining engulfed her again.
Bihua bowed and hugged Qingze lightly.
Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster like a drum. An Meng licked her lips and put her arms around Bihua's body, apparently responding to her hug.
And where Bihua couldn't see, An Meng's right hand's five fingers were bent into a hook shape and rested above her back.
The light blue spiritual power with the same origin as Bihua appeared out of thin air and quickly gathered in her palm.
Because their spiritual powers came from the same origin, Bihua could not detect anything unusual at all.
As for the lethality, Yun Xi's words echoed in An Meng's ears again.
"Although you looked like a child when you were young, you have lived in the world for decades. Moreover, Bihua taught you for many years, and you have been in the 'Yun' for a long time. I have uncovered all your memories, including the shackles of your spiritual power."
"When facing Bihua, we should adopt a sneak attack strategy instead of confronting her head-on. Our chances of winning are about 70%."
is that so?
An Meng looked over Bihua's shoulder, staring at her intently, her breathing almost stopping.
Just as the spiritual power was about to transform into a dagger through the air.
Bihua suddenly said, "Immortal Venerable."
An Meng's heart skipped a beat: "Huh?"
"I missed you so much."
"..." An Meng paused and said perfunctorily, "Yeah."
Could you please not be so jumpy?
In just a few short words, the shape of the dagger condensed from the light blue spiritual power had become very clear. The blade was thin and the blade was shining with a cold light that could cut through the bones.
It's done! An Meng controlled the dagger hanging in the air in her palm and slowly exerted force to force it towards Bihua.
Bihua struggled slightly and said, "You just woke up and you're weak. I'll get you something to eat."
An Meng said: "No need."
Bihua hummed, An Meng breathed a sigh of relief, and with a firm heart, he suddenly exerted force downward with his palm!
At the critical moment, Bihua suddenly raised her head and pushed An Meng away with one palm!
This sudden change was completely unexpected. An Meng leaned back and only had time to hide the dagger in her hand.
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For some reason, Xie Yun felt unusually sleepy as soon as he returned to the bedroom.
This sleepiness came suddenly and strangely. He had no time to think and almost fell asleep immediately.
However, the sleep was not very sound. In the dream, all kinds of bizarre scenes kept changing unpredictably, and finally froze into a bright red.
“……!”
Xie Yun woke up suddenly and sat up in bed. The panicky feeling in his dream seemed to still linger in his heart, burning his whole body.
He pinched his eyebrows and walked towards the bathroom.
The rain from the shower head hit him in the face, soaking half of his body. He suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
This feeling came suddenly and strangely. Xie Yun suppressed his annoyance, wet his hair, rubbed the shampoo into foam, and applied it to his hair.
Somehow, sporadic foam flowed down the corners of his forehead and into his eyes. In an instant, the burning and sour feeling forced Xie Yun to cry.
“…”
He turned off the shower in a distracted manner, and with his head full of foam, he hurried out of the bathroom and then the bedroom.
Driven by a strong intuition, Xie Yun did not hesitate too much and went straight to the guest room where An Meng was.
The door was pushed open roughly, and it didn't take him long to find An Meng lying straight on the bed.
The person was still there, so he breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked to the bed and lowered his head.
However, after taking a closer look, the heart that had not yet been completely relieved began to hang in the air again.
An Meng lay quietly on the bed like a plaster doll. Xie Yun's breathing stagnated, and he stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost, and put it under An Meng's nose to test it.
No temperature, no breath.
In that instant, Xie Yun felt his mind and spirit shattered, and his whole body froze in place as if struck by lightning.
"You..." Xie Yun moved his lips, wanting to say something, but his dry throat only uttered meaningless syllables.
His trembling fingers touched An Meng's cheek. A cold touch came from his fingertips. Xie Yun's body swayed, and he suddenly sat down on the edge of the bed exhausted.
He remembered An Meng's strange silence on the way home. At that time, Xie Yun just thought she was angry with him.
He also remembered the slightly complicated expression on An Meng's face when he and she said goodnight to each other in the corridor a few hours ago.
Did she make up her mind to leave him from that moment on?
Xie Yun knew that An Meng would leave one day sooner or later. Even though he learned the truth from Yun Xi, he also understood that An Meng's stay or departure was not up to him.
During the conversation with Yun Xi in Huo Minxuan's villa, Yun Xi told him that if An Meng was willing, she could choose to embark on the path of cultivating immortals and never be involved in anything in the mortal world again.
So now, has she finally chosen that path?
Xie Yun's eyes were red, he hunched over with his elbows on his knees, and dejectedly put his ten fingers into his hair.
He wanted to say to An Meng, are you just leaving like this without even saying goodbye? Don’t you even want to see me for the last time?
I also wanted to say, didn’t you wear the ring I gave you, why did you break your promise again?
But thinking about it again, An Meng seemed to have never made any promise to him, not even a single one.
Anger, sadness, loneliness, and a helpless sense of loss mixed together, completely stirring Xie Yun's rationality into a pot of bubbling paste.
Isn't it said that he is the origin of this world?
It sounds impressive, but what can he do now?
Xie Yun turned his head and stared at An Meng, whose face was calm, for a while, with a chilling look of brutality and coldness in his eyes.
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"You are not Qingze!" Bihua finished his palm strike, and the attack became more and more fierce. He shouted sternly, "Who are you?"
"..." An Meng relied on her kung fu, which was only mediocre compared to Bihua's, to dodge by rolling and crawling, and she was groaning in her heart.
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