Chapter 134 134 “I want her to live.”
Time passed minute by minute, Su Xiaoyuan held the communication mirror in a daze. This was the first time that Fu Tingyun did not reply to her message immediately.
She was surprised and incredulous at first, and after waiting for a while, there was still no response. Her surprise turned into annoyance. She turned the communication mirror upside down, pulled the quilt over her face, closed her eyes, and didn't want to pay any attention to him anymore.
Then she suddenly realized that her temper was inexplicable.
She had never had such expectations of others, even for someone as close as her parents. She knew it was unreasonable, but she took it for granted that Fu Tingyun should do it and believed that Fu Tingyun should do it.
He was certainly paranoid and perverted, but hadn't she also been enjoying the fanaticism and focus that paranoia brought? He always put her first, giving her an absolute sense of security, and the look he gave her was so blazing, as if it was constantly burning his own soul.
While she enjoyed all this, she was also afraid of his paranoia and excessive possessiveness, hoping that he could change, as if it were a disease, a tumor that needed to be removed.
But that was only the dark side of the moon, the shadow cast by everything she loved. She couldn't just enjoy the good side while refusing to acknowledge the dark side, insisting that he keep the good and cut away the bad.
Su Xiaoyuan lifted the quilt, sat up, looked at the diamond-shaped light spots on the ground beside the bed, listened to the clear bird songs, felt the breeze blowing on her face through the gauze curtains, and suddenly felt enlightened.
She picked up the communication mirror and prepared to send him a message.
Just as I turned the mirror over, it suddenly made a "ding" sound, and a line of powerful words appeared on the mirror like a reflection in water, neater than usual and looked solemn.
The content was rather unremarkable: [In the Yunyu Sect.]
Before she could decide how to reply, another message came from the other end: [But what happened?]
When Fu Tingyun received the message, he couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at the communication mirror for a long time, as if he was under a spell. He didn't dare to move, or even breathe, for fear that the words would disappear if he blew away.
This was the first time she had spoken to him since her confession.
But the tone of voice could not be revealed from the words. He didn't know what her mood was when she wrote this message. Was she questioning, angry, or missing him a little?
He couldn't reply rashly, nor could he send a message rashly - he didn't know whether she wanted to talk to him or not. Her attitude had finally softened a little, and hearing his voice might arouse her disgust again. Moreover, he was not sure he could conceal his weak breath. He didn't want her to know that he was injured, and he didn't want her to think that he was hurt on purpose to get her pity.
He carefully traced each stroke with his eyes, trying to read something from the clues, but the strokes seemed to be as confused as his thoughts.
After a while, he carefully wrote down his answer: [In the Yunyu Sect.]
As soon as he sent the message, he immediately regretted it.
Does this response seem too cold and stiff? Would she be disappointed if he hadn't said a word of concern after not seeing her for over a month? But would being too attentive turn her off?
He hesitated for a moment and wrote another: [But what happened?]
After sending it out with trembling hands, he waited anxiously for the verdict.
She replied quickly, but he felt as if he had been in agony for a hundred years before he heard a soft "ding" sound from the communication mirror.
He held his breath and slowly turned his gaze to the words on the mirror, his heart shrinking.
Fortunately, the guillotine did not fall.
[Nothing, just asking. Why are you in the Yunyu Sect?]
"I was on a business trip and happened to be passing by, so I went to take a look." He answered carefully.
[Is it done? Are you not hurt?]
He felt his heart gradually relax, the blood began to flow in his body again, and his limbs felt warm, as if a wild beast that was about to freeze to death in the snow and ice suddenly smelled the breath of spring.
[It's almost done. I'm fine.]
[When will you return to the sect?]
[We'll be leaving in the next two days. Is there anything you'd like to eat in the Yunyu Sect? I'll bring it back for you.]
[I want to eat Qirenzhifu.]
Fu Tingyun's mouth curled up unconsciously: [Okay.]
[Just kidding, I wish you could come back sooner.]
Fu Tingyun's fingertips trembled slightly, and after a long time, he wrote three words: [I'm sorry.]
The communication mirror did not respond for a long time. Just when he thought he would never receive a reply, he suddenly received her message.
His breath hitched, and a sweet, fishy smell of blood surged in his throat. He suppressed it and took a few more breaths before answering the call and calling softly, "Xiao Yuan."
Hearing his voice again after more than a month, Su Xiaoyuan felt as if her heart was hit, her throat suddenly choked, and she forgot what she wanted to say.
She regretted talking to him on the impulse, but she really wanted to hear his voice.
"I'm still angry." She managed to utter after a long while.
"I know," the man admitted his mistakes quickly, sounding sincere. "It's my fault."
"Will you change?" Su Xiaoyuan was still a little angry. "Will you discuss things with me in advance in the future? Or will you hide them from me?"
This is the last time, Fu Tingyun thought, only this time.
"I will change," he said.
Su Xiaoyuan was still skeptical: "You could have told me directly."
The person on the other side held his breath for a moment.
"Just tell me clearly that the system wants me to kill you before I can go home, and I will definitely give up and won't blame you." Su Xiaoyuan explained.
Later, she calmed down and thought that it was not his responsibility that she could not go home. No one should sacrifice their life for her wish. She could not do it at all. The system gave her an impossible task.
But he had to reveal the truth to her in such a drastic way, cutting off her hope when she thought she was about to succeed.
This was what made her most indignant and puzzled.
But after listening to Sect Leader Shen talk about his past yesterday, she vaguely understood something.
"Are you scared?" she asked cautiously.
Fu Tingyun's hand holding the communication mirror trembled slightly.
Of course he was afraid. He was like a poor man with nothing who stole the most precious treasure in the world. From the moment he got it, he was afraid of losing it, so he couldn't sleep or eat.
How does he deserve it?
How could he be happy?
He could only rely on cheating and deceiving others to maintain his precarious happiness.
He wanted to say something, but his jaw seemed to be rusted and his tongue was stiff in his mouth.
"It's okay," the girl's voice, as clear as spring water, flowed into his ears. "I don't blame you for what happened in the past. Don't lie to me again in the future. Let's be together well, okay, Fu Tingyun?"
The sudden happiness hit him in the face and he felt dizzy.
"Okay." He swore in his heart, just for the last time.
"Can you come back soon?"
"good."
The two were silent for a moment, but neither of them had any intention of disconnecting the voice transmission.
Even if no one is talking, just listening to the other person's breathing can make people feel at ease.
"Ah," the girl suddenly exclaimed softly, "I have something to do here. I'll talk to you later."
With that, she disconnected the call.
Until the communication talisman on the mirror disappeared, Fu Tingyun was still staring at the mirror in a daze.
The countless wounds on his body and the tearing pain in his soul seemed to have disappeared. He lay on the hard bed as if floating in the clouds.
There were footsteps outside the door.
It must be Xiao Wuxin who is here.
Fu Tingyun's heart sank for no reason, as if it was a lead block pulling him down from the clouds.
The Soul-Locking Jade was passed on last night. With the senior sister's cultivation level and skills, it would take at most one night to replenish the soul.
Xiao Yuan has woken up, and the spell has obviously ended some time ago, but until now the senior sister has not told him the result.
Just as he was thinking, Xiao Wuxin's voice rang out from outside the door: "Junior brother, are you awake?"
Her voice was a little hoarse and muffled.
Fu Tingyun seemed to fall at a high speed, hitting the ground heavily and shattered into pieces in an instant.
Xiao Wuxin pushed the door open and came in, his eyes red and hesitant to speak.
Fu Tingyun spoke before she could: "But the soul is not enough? I can cut more."
Although it is a bit risky, it is worth it as long as her soul can be restored.
Xiao Wuxin didn't dare to look him in the eye: "It's not a big deal, it's that the souls can't merge... Little Junior Brother, don't worry, Xiaoyuan has Senior Sister and Second Senior Brother by her side, she'll be fine. Senior Sister has already used a seal to stabilize her soul, let's think of other ways... I'll go find it right away, no matter what kind of evil magic, as long as it works..."
There is no other way.
Even if there was, she couldn't wait.
Fu Tingyun had no reaction.
Xiao Wuxin's voice suddenly stopped, floating in the room like a kite with a broken string.
She glanced at her junior brother cautiously, only to see that he had no expression on his face, as cold as an ice sculpture, and as pale as a remnant soul.
She was usually eloquent, but at this moment she couldn't even utter a word of comfort.
After a long while, he finally spoke: "Did Senior Sister say how long she can hold on?"
Xiao Wuxin opened his mouth, about to argue, but then he added, "Don't lie to me. Senior Sister even used the Soul-Calming Seal. I'm sure there's no way to save him."
Xiao Wuxin really wanted to slap his own mouth. He was so careless that he accidentally let the cat out of the bag. If it were the eldest senior sister or the fourth junior brother, they would never make such a mistake.
Fu Tingyun didn't wait for her to answer, but said calmly: "I want to transfer my soul. I'll have to trouble Third Senior Sister to protect me."
Xiao Wuxin was horrified: "Too risky!"
Fu Tingyun: "Even if Third Senior Sister doesn't help me, I must go back."
Xiao Wuxin knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he had to agree. He sent a message to Bai Yunmeng and set up a formation to protect him.
Originally, transferring souls would only take a moment for Fu Tingyun, but his soul was damaged and he was seriously injured, so he did not dare to be careless. It took him half a day to transfer his soul to the new puppet body in Longji Peak. In his current state, he could no longer bear the constraints of the old puppet.
Xiao Wuxin put away the magic circle, looked at the lifeless body lying on the bed, and finally burst into tears in Bai Yunmeng's arms.
…
After returning to the puppet body in Longji Peak, Fu Tingyun did not go to find Su Xiaoyuan immediately, but opened the special magic circle in the Xuanbing Pool and took out two glass bottles from it.
He opened one of them, and the blue, sticky liquid inside immediately screamed, "You know I didn't lie to you, right? I told you long ago that it's useless for you to do anything! Let us go back..."
Fu Tingyun injected a flash of lightning into the bottle, then said coldly to the system in the other bottle, "Call out your master. I want to talk to it."
The system muttered something in a low voice, and when it saw the cold-blooded gaze of the scary man, it immediately fell silent in fear.
A moment later, a middle-aged man's voice appeared in Fu Tingyun's mind: "Master Fu, you suddenly agreed to negotiate with us. I believe you already know that Su Xiaoyuan is on the verge of death in your own world."
Fu Tingyun said straight to the point: "I want her to live."
The man's voice remained polite: "The solution provided by the system is still valid. The decision is yours."
Fu Tingyun sneered: "I won't die either."
"That doesn't seem like a negotiating attitude."
Fu Tingyun looked at the two bottles, his eyes wandering between them, as if hesitating which one to choose: "Sir, do you want me to kill one first as a token of your sincerity?"
The mucus in the bottle began to bubble up like a boil, and even the bottle began to vibrate.
A shrill voice emanated from one of the bottles: "He really could do it! He even killed the heroine!"
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, and finally said, "Master Fu, please do not act rashly."
Fu Tingyun said lazily, "One life for two lives, isn't this a good deal? But your two subordinates are so useless, maybe you want to use me to get rid of one, or both..."
"If you have any requests, please raise them first. I will try my best to meet them within my authority."
The voice paused for a moment and said, "But please forgive us for being unable to help the host survive in this world."
Fu Tingyun clenched his fists tightly and remained silent for a long while. After a long while, he said, "Then send her back."
The voice hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "Okay, we agree to your request. Please release the two hostages."
"What I just said was just one of the conditions," Fu Tingyun said, "Once you complete all the conditions, I will naturally release them."
After a pause, he said, "What will happen to the world after she leaves?"
The voice seemed a little surprised: "What do you mean, Immortal Venerable?"
Fu Tingyun: "You must have done this more than once."
The man still feigned confusion: "I don't understand."
"You brought a living soul from another world to 'attack' me, and the first time you happened to find someone, you almost succeeded. Do you think I would believe such a coincidence?"
The man immediately explained, "We've gone through rigorous calculations and matching, and we have data to support this..."
Fu Tingyun chuckled: "Nonsense."
His voice suddenly turned cold. "If this is your attitude towards what you call 'negotiation,' then there's no point in discussing it. Don't think you can threaten me with Su Xiaoyuan's life. To me, whether she dies or returns to another world, it's the same as disappearing from my sight."
He paused and said, "You might as well do a rigorous calculation."
The man was silent for a while, as if he was really calculating and evaluating the truth of his words.
Finally, it finally admitted: "Su Xiaoyuan is not the first host. Every time a host fails, the world line will reset, and time will go back, waiting for the next host to enter the world."
Fu Tingyun: "Which number is she?"
"Seven hundred and seventy-one."
Fu Tingyun smiled silently: "What do you want from me?"
The man said, "This matter is beyond my authority. Please forgive me for not telling you."
Fu Tingyun: "Time goes back and everyone forgets everything?"
"Strictly speaking, it's not forgotten. It's just that everything that happened on this timeline no longer exists."
“When will it go backwards?”
"Three days after the current mission is deemed a failure," the voice added hastily, "this is a mechanism that even the highest authority cannot change. If the Immortal Venerable uses this as a condition, or demands that memories be retained during time reversal, we will have no choice but to terminate the negotiations."
Fu Tingyun pondered for a moment: "I have one more condition."
…
Su Xiaoyuan drank the tranquilizing medicine sent by Taoist Master Ci'en and slept in a daze for the whole afternoon. When she woke up, she heard the cry of a crane outside the yard.
It's strange to say, originally all the crane calls sounded the same to her, but since she raised Fu Zhishang, she has gradually been able to hear some differences and no longer confuses its call with that of other cranes.
Now she could immediately tell that the person outside was Fu Zhishang.
She glanced at the light coming in through the window and guessed it was probably time to go home from school, so she assumed Kaishan brought his pet with him because he was afraid she would be bored.
She sat up in bed.
Although Daojun Ci'en told her to rest more, she felt no discomfort except a little dizziness, so she wanted to get up and walk around.
Maybe I can even go to the cafeteria with my bestie and have a good meal.
She put on her clothes and slipped on her shoes, walked to the door of the medicine house and opened the wooden door.
Someone she definitely didn't expect was standing at the door.
How could he be here? Wasn't he in the Yunyu Sect?
Is she still dreaming and hasn't woken up yet?
Her body reacted before her mind, and she fell headfirst into his arms.
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