Chapter 143 Not Completely Ruthless
Xihe's expression remained calm. "You see through everything but don't say it out loud. When will you change your habit of insisting on exposing others?"
Mingche rolled his eyes at her. "I'm happy with it, what's it to you? On the contrary, you have done so much, but he didn't know a single thing, and he even plotted against you. Xihe, you don't deserve to be taken advantage of!"
The ghost world has been particularly lively in the past two years. Countless innocent people have been killed by Xiao Mingxuan. They have been wandering along the banks of the Forgetful River for a long time and have not been able to reincarnate. One by one, they wanted to tear open a passage and return to the human world to seek revenge on Xiao Mingxuan. In the end, Xihe stopped them all for him, which allowed him to live healthily and worry-free to this day.
But there is always a price to pay for going against the will of heaven.
"Is it worth paying the price of eternity for such a person?" Ming Che has never been able to understand what his close friend and mortal enemy is thinking. He didn't understand it before, and he doesn't understand it now.
Xihe was a deity, on a par with the Way of Heaven. If she died, her soul would dissipate, but she sacrificed herself for the Six Realms. Myriad beings in those realms remembered Xihe, and with the utmost devotion, they gathered her soul for her. They tore open a rift in time and space and sent her to Tianshuo. As long as she survived this life, she would return to the laws of heaven and earth and resume her divine position. These hundred years in the mortal world would be nothing more than a tribulation.
But in order to send the innocent dead to reincarnation, she exchanged her own afterlife for it.
“It’s not about whether it’s worth it or not, it’s just about whether you’re willing or not.”
"Stupid." Ming Che was furious. "You've been acting stupid for tens of millions of years, right?"
So when the world was created, both brains were given to him?
"Haven't you been crazy for so many years?" Xihe stood still like a mountain. "It's been thousands of years, Mingche. Have you come out of it yet?"
Mingche was stunned, and after a long time he held his forehead and smiled bitterly.
"I tried to persuade you the same way as you do today, but you didn't listen, did you?" Xihe felt a sense of sympathy when recalling the past. "For her, you tore through time and space, rewriting the rules of heaven and earth. Since then, you have been trapped here, unable to leave forever."
Xihe looked at the bronze mirror beside the throne. "Every day you watched her being born, growing up, getting married, having children, and reincarnating for hundreds of years, while you yourself could do nothing. Did you ever regret your choice back then?"
Mingche sighed and said, "No regrets."
Then he gave a bitter laugh and said, "I've been giving you a lot of advice, but when it comes to me, I'm just hanging myself with a rope."
Xihe smiled in relief, "Mingche, we are the same kind of people. You can't persuade me, just like you couldn't let go of yourself back then."
Mingche leaned on the throne and turned his eyes to look at the bronze mirror. The bronze mirror flashed in an instant, and a red color was reflected in the originally black pupils.
In every life, there would be a person beside her, dressed in fiery red, but this person would never be him.
After a long time, he said calmly: "Then go ahead, I can never stop you."
It was like this thousands of years ago, and it is like this today.
Like you, and like me.
Xihe raised her hands to her chest and bowed to Mingche with the highest etiquette of the gods. "Thank you very much."
Ming Che turned away and stopped looking. "It's just a deal, why thank you? You're so stupid, there's really no hope for you."
Xihe smiled, said nothing, and slowly walked out along the vortex channel.
The two of them have been quarreling with each other for tens of thousands of years, and now it has come to an end.
"Mingche, stop making things difficult for yourself. If you can't let him go, then let yourself go, such as... death." When they were almost at the end, Xihe suddenly spoke something and left without looking back.
Mingche was left alone in the deserted hall.
For tens of millions of years, this luxurious palace had only housed three people at most, and now he was the only one left.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have allowed you to be reborn. I should have known that your bad temper, even if it happened a thousand times, would just be... a repetition."
A faint murmur fell into the empty hall, and there was no sound. Only the wind could hear it.
When he opened his eyes again, the night was still terrifying. Xihe looked up at the sky. Perhaps because the weather was good today, there were a few stars in the sky, which was rare.
Suddenly, a meteor streaked across the sky, accompanied by many small stars, and slammed heavily towards the horizon, disappearing without a trace.
The gods have fallen, and strange phenomena have appeared in the sky.
Xihe leaned against a stone pillar beside her, a smile on her lips, quietly feeling the space inside her body shatter, collapse, and disappear bit by bit, until there was no more echo.
Xihe dragged her frail body back to the general's residence and saw Xiao Mingxuan sitting under a peach tree in the courtyard.
She seemed not surprised by Xiao Mingxuan's appearance, and sat down opposite him.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The wind blows and the flowers fall, I long for a moment of peace.
"Why are you so pale? Did you catch a cold?" Xiao Mingxuan looked at Xihe's expression and asked worriedly.
Xihe's lips curled up, and he wanted to raise his hand to pour a cup of tea, but he didn't have the strength to do so, so he could only let it fall down weakly, "Nothing, just the cold wind."
The pain of the shattered space seeped into every part of her body. Her physical condition was now more fragile than that of a newborn baby, and she could be described as fragile and vulnerable.
"The borderland is bitterly cold. Even though it's summer, it's still not as good as the climate in the imperial city. Every time I ask you to bring a cloak when you go out, you never remember." Xiao Mingxuan poured a cup of tea and handed it to her. Xihe took it but didn't drink it. She just played with it in her hand.
"Now, you won't even drink a sip of the tea I poured for you?"
After Butterfly died and Qingyuan escaped, Xiao Mingxuan knew that all his plans and strategies were known to Xihe. It was hard for him to pretend that nothing had happened and to sit here drinking tea so calmly.
Xihe looked down at the light tea color and suddenly smiled, "The tea is good, but something that shouldn't be there was added."
Xiao Mingxuan froze for a moment, then laughed out loud, "It was my mistake. I shouldn't have left Qingyuan, this troublesome person, behind."
Beiyuan was added to the tea, which he had prepared long ago.
If Qingyuan had not survived, Xihe would not know everything, nor would she be on guard against him, and would naturally drink the cup of tea without any precautions.
One wrong step leads to all wrong.
Qingyuan didn't die, but the whole game was over.
"Xiao Mingxuan." Xihe suddenly called him.
"What?"
"I want to know, when you used me to achieve your goals, did you think I was stupid? Watching me fall into it, watching me running around as part of your plan, watching me step by step into the trap you set, did you feel very proud?"
Xihe originally thought that they were testing and scheming against each other, but there was still some sincerity between them.
It was not until she realized that she had become a chess piece on Xiao Mingxuan's chessboard that she realized how wrong she was.
Xiao Mingxuan stared at Xihe closely, and after a moment, he shook his head, "No, never."
He did intend to take advantage, but he was not completely heartless.
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