Chapter 73
Chapter Seventy-Three
The little boy kept struggling to break free, but I held on tightly; he probably still wanted to go back. Once we were some distance away, I let go. Turning around, I saw him with his mouth open, ready to bite me.
I yelled, "I saved you, and you still want to bite me?"
The little boy explained awkwardly, "You won't let go of me, I can't leave."
I looked at him and smiled, "What's your name?"
He seemed to hesitate for a long time before finally saying, "Guard Changxing."
He must have come from a very far place. Looking at the blood on his feet, I said, "Going back like this won't get you the answer you want."
Shou Changxing looked down at his feet, but didn't pull them back: "My brother is waiting for justice."
Shou Changxing waited a long time for the girl's reply, then looked up only to be violently shoved aside, falling to the side. His palm scraped against the gravel, and a sharp pain instantly shot through his hand.
He looked up at her.
In her hand, the sword danced with dazzling skill, while the walking corpse moved erratically, dodging her sword left and right. She did not retreat, but instead held the sword, searching for its weakness. The sand and stones squinted, and the guardian star squinted, blurring the image of her wooden sword piercing the walking corpse, which then turned to ashes.
I sheathed my sword, wiped the sweat from my brow, and someone grabbed my leg. I looked down, and Shou Changxing's eyes widened: "You're going to take me as your disciple."
"I'll learn from you."
I grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him up: "I can teach you some life-saving tricks."
Shou Changxing steadied himself, his breathing tense: "Do I have talent?"
I smiled and said, "Who says you can only learn if you have talent?"
Shou Changxing looked at her. She was very thin, so thin that her face was pale and lifeless. Yet she was also very strong, not in terms of physical strength, but in the unwavering belief that could inspire others.
Shou Changxing's pupils contracted.
Holding my sword, I said, "Watch my movements. It's okay if you don't understand; I can show you a few more times." As I wielded the sword, I felt a rare sense of belonging to this world, as memories of my childhood training filled my mind. Little by little, completely, I realized that I had unknowingly learned so much in this world.
The wind here envelops my body. The wind is my favorite thing; no matter how big I get, I will always be enveloped by it.
“Meng Yuan, sword moves must be decisive, like this.” Ling Daozi demonstrated with the Calamity sword. The Calamity sword was taller than me and I couldn’t lift it, but Ling Daozi said, “You have to get used to it, get used to it.”
I not only learned to adapt, but also to get used to it.
"How is it? Have you gotten used to it?" I jumped down from the roof, and Shou Changxing nodded: "I've gotten used to it, Master!" Shou Changxing had learned almost everything in three days. If it comes to the finale, he should still be able to protect himself.
I patted his head: "That's good."
Shou Changxing: "Master, are you very tired?"
I leaned against a pillar, eyes closed, repeating three times, "So tired, so tired, so tired." Then I opened my eyes and looked ahead. Today was the day Zhou Xiuqi had arranged to surround and annihilate him.
He's heartless, cold-blooded, and selfish!
He was late that day, and he really didn't show up for several days.
“Master, even if you taught me all this, I will still die,” Shou Changxing said. “However, I am especially happy.”
I was puzzled. Those people were just amateurs; how could they have died when they had the moves I taught them? I asked, "Are you looking down on my moves?"
Shou Changxing shook his head and replied, "Because all of this is bound to repeat itself over and over again. I have died countless times."
These words stirred up a storm. I opened my mouth, then closed it again.
I never expected my guess to be confirmed like this. For a moment, I didn't know what to say. Everyone is an NPC. They really are all NPCs, even the male and female leads, even the villains, they are all NPCs in this world.
Shou Changxing saw that her hands and lips were trembling. He had said something terrifying that his mother had told him not to say.
Shou Changxing suddenly gave a stiff smile: "I was just kidding you."
"No, you mean it." A word of certainty burst from my throat, and I grabbed his hand and held it in my palm: "Promise me, don't forget me."
Shou Changxing looked into her eyes; her black pupils were unfocused and empty.
Shou Changxing nodded: "I will remember you, Master."
After she finished speaking, she ran in one direction. Shou Changxing watched her running figure and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He touched his chest, probably out of worry.
Shou Changxing also began to head towards his end.
I don't know where I'm going; I'm just running forward blindly. I should go searching, searching for my true destiny.
I'm going to take another gamble; I haven't told him yet that he can be a good person.
The road ahead, the blood rushing to my face, the sound of the silver whip cracking echoing, a desperate gamble. Zhou Xiuqi stood before the whip; I couldn't let it all start over. I closed my eyes: "Heaven and earth are clear, the laws of heaven are myriad, defy them!"
This time, I could only save a few seconds.
That's enough.
The silver whip pierced my heart, and I finally saw his eyes, filled with chaotic blood red.
I moved my lips and said, "I'm sorry, I lied to you. Zhou Xiuqi can't die."
He saw me, but it was all a blur. I thought I saw him, but then I thought I didn't. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, then I'll trade you your life."
Blood spurted out, splattering all over his face and staining his white clothes red. I felt so light, I floated down to the ground.
Shang Mang didn't come near me, nor did he leave. I gasped for breath, my vision blurred.
"Shang Mang, you should follow the righteous path."
[Host's mission failed, restarting in progress.] The system's voice echoed in his mind.
Shang Mang squatted down, staring at her closed eyes. He could never learn to do things like blinking, which everyone does naturally. But if he didn't want to, he would keep staring, staring.
My heart hurts.
Shang Mang took her hand, looked at his own palm, and placed them side by side. His palm lines did not connect to hers.
He picked up the calamity from the ground, drew a line on his palm, and the blood flowed along the lines of her hand, across her palm, across her pulse, and dripped onto the ground.
His heart ached more than his palm. Shang Mang pressed his hand against hers and said, "My life doesn't exist in your palm."
"Why can't we be together?"
Why are you unhappy?
"Why isn't your home here?"
"Why? You lied to me."
Shang Mang spoke in a low voice: "I will not follow the righteous path."
"I only wish Meng Yingying to be happy every year."
[Warning, warning, the NPC is developing self-awareness, warning, warning.]
[Warning, warning.]
[Warning, warning.]
The world began to tremble. Shang Mang held the calamity to his neck: "You stole my memories, destroyed everything I had, and turned me into a ghost child."
“I’m not the ghost child, you are.” He slashed across the neck with the calamity, blood gushing from his throat. Shang Mang opened his mouth and laughed: “Come on, restart.”
Are you sure you want to do this?
Shang Mang lowered his head: "Confirmed."
She won't remember you.
Shang Mang was silent for a moment, then said, "It's not important."
The world is restarting—
Meng Yuan opened her eyes, and Shang Mang looked at her. Meng Yuan was trembling all over; the feeling of death was so clear. So this was how she had lived her previous life. Her mouth moved, having received so much information, she didn't know what to say for a moment.
Shang Mang touched her face and gently pinched it. She was scared and uncomfortable. He wanted to kiss her and hug her.
Finally, I bent down and pressed her against my chest, hugging her tightly. She needed a full-on embrace now, so let our fates intertwine a little longer.
Meng Yuan's heart sank from the sky to the ground; her gamble had paid off.
"Shang Mang." Meng Yuan called his name, and Shang Mang nodded his chin: "What?"
"How did you do that?" Meng Yuan was very curious. How could he restart the world and ensure that she was still alive and hadn't been erased? Shang Mang patted her shoulder: "It's not important."
You will get what you want.
[Villainous Male Supporting Character's Favorability Rating: 10000%]
The heavens and earth trembled, and the voices of the dead trembled. Meng Yuan got up from his body and looked at the severed limbs: "Senior brother..." Shang Mang crossed his arms: "You don't actually think these severed limbs are really your senior brother?"
Meng Yuan was taken aback: "Didn't it? It just exploded?"
Shang Mang pinched her nose: "Zhou Xiuqi isn't that stupid."
Shang Mang stretched out his hand, and Meng Yuan stared at him: "What are you doing?"
Shang Mang withdrew his hand, rolled his eyes, and grabbed her wrist: "Leave here."
A mist of blood enveloped her, and Meng Yuan listened carefully: "Where are those screams?"
Shang Mang, clutching the ring on his hand, asked, "What scream?"
This was clearly an act of feigning ignorance; no matter how much I asked, I wouldn't get anything out of them. So I simply shut up. When I opened my eyes, I saw the people sitting on the ground, all of them perfectly fine.
They were covered in mud.
Kong Fusheng shouted excitedly, "Senior Meng!"
Zhou Xiuqi was leaning against the tree with his eyes closed. After hearing this, he opened his eyes and looked at her. This time, Meng Yuan understood the look in his eyes that showed he was reunited with her after a long separation.
Meng Yuan smiled with relief: "Yes, I'm back."
Xiao Zheyu walked up to her, and they looked at each other awkwardly. Meng Yuan was wondering whether to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere when Xiao Zheyu hugged her and said, "You are the silliest person I have ever met."
Meng Yuan chuckled twice: "Sister Xiao, are you praising me or insulting me?"
Xiao Zheyu released his hand: "Of course not, I was insulting you."
Meng Yuan suddenly looked back and saw Shou Changxing. So that's where he ran to Lin'an. No wonder his feet were so badly injured. Everyone else is fine, and she should feel relieved, but why does she feel uneasy?
A shadow fell before Meng Yuan's eyes. She looked up and saw a person falling from the sky.
Meng Yuan stared wide-eyed as Shang Mang grabbed her and slammed her face to the ground.
He stood up from the ground in front of them, wiped the blood from his nose, his vision was blurry, and looked at Meng Yuan calmly: "Master."
Meng Yuan looked at him and said, "You've grown up."
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