Chapter 307 Wishful Thinking
Jiang Xianwan stood in the middle.
My inner reaction is—
The Way of Heaven!
I will never let you get away with this!
The body's reaction, however, was—
With a burst of spiritual energy, she shook the twins off her.
Without even glancing at the two boys who stood frozen in place, tears welling up in their eyes, they finally uttered a cold sentence.
"You've mistaken me for someone else."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
She really wanted to say, "You've mistaken me for someone else."
Trying to escape, making excuses for the last bit of persistence in one's heart.
Unwilling to accept reality.
She refused to accept the past events that suddenly appeared and disrupted her peaceful life.
However, the words that came out of her mouth clearly indicated that she recognized the twins, but was unwilling to acknowledge them.
After she finished speaking, she couldn't control herself and, without waiting for anyone to react, turned and stepped towards the thirty-three halls.
Without hesitation.
Without hesitation.
Every turn she makes is a resolute departure.
Gazing at that departing figure that showed no sign of lingering, Yao Ling and Xiu Yin turned deathly pale, their bodies stiff and lifeless, even the simplest breaths becoming incredibly difficult.
It's always like this.
And so it is.
They could never keep her.
And her.
They wouldn't stop for them, not even for a moment.
What should they do to keep the older sister here...?
However, just as Jiang Xianwan lifted his foot...
The two twins, who were so humble before her that they felt like dust, remained silent.
Working in perfect harmony, they suddenly appeared one after the other, shattering the spiritual energy she had unleashed and blocking her path.
Jiang Xianwan then realized that the twins, who had shown no signs of being emperors, had been fighting with someone.
Beneath that stunningly beautiful exterior dwells a true emperor who holds the power of life and death and brooks no disobedience.
The twins' eyes were even more watery, yet their eyes were shattered inch by inch, and their humble, slightly hunched backs slowly straightened.
In those clear eyes, only the same stubbornness remained, a desperate gamble like a moth drawn to a flame.
He didn't even use any fancy spells; he simply raised his hand.
The hands, with their distinct knuckles, fair and slender, seem more suited to holding a pen or playing the zither, but at this moment they have become the most terrifying weapon.
The movement was so fast that only a blurry afterimage remained; wherever the fingertips swept, space seemed to subtly distort.
Jiang Xianwan paused in his steps.
Then he remembered that no matter how humble the twins were in front of her, they were still the Spirit Emperor!
With just a few strokes of the pen, every word is a masterpiece of calligraphy.
Naturally, she dared not underestimate them. Her body had anticipated this, and she dodged the two hands that reached for her shoulders at the same time. As she flew backward, she raised her leg and shattered the spiritual power of Yao Ling and Xiu Yin.
The three streams of spiritual energy at the Tribulation Transcending stage collided violently, producing a deep, thunderous roar.
The space, like glass, could not withstand the pressure and shattered, revealing countless clearly visible twisted patterns.
The terrifying impact was relentless; the entire altar, and even the thirty-three palaces, were shaking violently, on the verge of collapse.
Jiang Xianwan tapped his foot, and the four-sided formation activated, instantly stabilizing the situation.
The twins, once again closing in, didn't even need to exchange glances; they moved as if as one, their actions perfectly synchronized and anticipated.
One on the left and one on the right, perfectly positioned, they grabbed one of her wrists, completely blocking her way.
When Yao Ling looked at her, her expression was always extremely gentle, though her wet eyes seemed to be shattered by the sudden explosion of sound.
The low, self-deprecating, and desperate tone remained gentle, without any temper.
He didn't use any force, yet he got what he wanted and kept her there briefly.
Her pale lips parted slightly, her breath faint, a thousand words and countless grievances stuck in her throat, finally turning into a silent wave.
"Indeed, only in this way can we keep my sister's footsteps."
My sister once said that only the strong are worthy of leaving their mark on us.
So they diligently cultivated themselves day and night, striving to become stronger and stand shoulder to shoulder with her, foolishly believing that this would allow them to keep her and stand by her side.
They still hold no place in her heart.
Even if it's just a little bit.
That was just pity.
"So," Xiu Yin let out a very soft, hoarse laugh, a laugh that was neither a cry nor a sob, filled with endless bitterness and self-mockery, barely audible, "that's the only way you can get my sister to stay?"
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
What's the meaning? !
Do the three of them fight often?
She couldn't help but recall the words of the three kings who had told her to beat up the twins and slap them in the face.
Jiang Xianwan quickly confirmed this conjecture.
Yes.
She and her twins probably had quite a few fights.
I reckon they'll fight every time they meet.
unarmed.
Because... the twins know all her moves, and even their fighting styles are very similar to hers.
Jiang Xianwan frowned slightly, and out of her body's instinct to dislike being suppressed by anyone, she twisted her wrist.
only……
She threw a punch, but the twins deflected it with ease; she kicked, and the twins grabbed her ankles directly.
Indeed... he didn't point the Evil Bow and the Marked Sword at her.
Because... those two things, as if they had long been used to it, drooped dejectedly towards the palace roof ridge... and put themselves down.
It's like... watching your parents fight again and again, and all you can do is watch with bated breath and trembling fear.
I dare not offer any advice.
I didn't dare to offer any advice.
Let's leave those two aside for now.
The three kings, who had been swept away by her sleeve, happily tumbled and crawled all the way to the altar.
It's still about rolling in the true sense.
Roll up your sleeves, stand in front of the boundary marker, and cheer her on with smug satisfaction.
"I knew it! They were going to come in two!"
"So what if there are two! If one comes, I'll slap one; if two come, I'll slap two! Even if there are three, I'll slap them all!"
"Yes! Slap them all in the face! Let's see if they dare to come back again!"
Snap!
The three crisp sounds were perfectly synchronized.
The twins moved in unison, their eyes red, their wide sleeves fluttering, and with a powerful slap, they sent the three of them, Mu Shang and his companions, flying out of the altar in a parabolic motion!
Jiang Xianwan, unable to control herself, reflexively moved closer and slapped the twins across the face with two sharp blows.
Jiang Xianwan: "...!"
no!
What did she just do?
Where did she hit?
She really slapped him?!
Did he slap Emperor Lingxiu in the face?
Slapped the twins in the face?!
Jiang Xianwan was suddenly stunned.
Whether in the heart or in the body.
She instinctively protected the three kings, adhering to the principle that only she could strike her own people, and no one else could slap them.
However, she knew the simple principle that one should not hit someone in the face.
The person who hit them was a twin.
Jiang Xianwan retreated.
Three steps in a row.
Every step is precarious.
Until two trembling finger bones, with a gentle yet contradictory strength that made it impossible to break free, tightly grasped her wrist.
Yao Ling's mask was slightly askew, but she showed no sign of distress or anger. Tears quietly filled her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.
From beginning to end, it was a tenderness that resided only for her.
He was the one who got slapped, but he was afraid she would be angry or disgusted.
Her voice was soft.
“I hit my sister’s people, and my sister hit me… It’s Yao Ling’s fault, she’s in the wrong.”
"Will hitting back from my sister make me feel better?" Xiu Yin's personality was not like Yao Ling's; even her pain was hidden beneath her soft exterior.
The pain and the panic from his earlier outburst were immediately apparent.
His usual coldness, combined with his uncontrollable tears, made him look like a proud, solitary snow-capped mountain that had suddenly lost its way in the mist.
It was as if no one could have imagined that she would fight the three kings for their sake.
It was as if he had actually anticipated this, so he didn't avoid it or back down, and willingly accepted the reality, accepting the slap she gave him.
Deeply buried lies a silent, desperate question.
The three kings were her people, so what were they?
An insignificant, trivial... stranger?
Never let yourself become a burden or a nuisance in her heart, not even in the smallest corner.
One problem is...
Looking at those two pairs of wet eyes that suddenly burst forth with tears, the twins could no longer fully control their expressions.
Jiang Xianwan took another step back.
Now it has come to this.
It has been confirmed.
The repeated calls of "sister" do not reflect any sibling affection.
The Spirit Emperor and the Realm Emperor are having an affair!
However, this affair is a one-sided affair, a one-sided love between the twins!
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