Chapter 312 He Won't Come Back
Yao Ling and Xiu Ming instantly forgot to cry and question her, and hurriedly helped her up, their fingertips trembling.
Amidst the faint, low sobs of a trapped beast struggling in its death throes, Jiang Xianwan felt a sudden loosening of her ankle.
The two tails, which she had always considered a burden and were slightly cool, simultaneously loosened their grip on her ankles.
"Go away."
The twins suddenly let go of each other's hands.
A pale blue silk ribbon fluttered down from her wrist, like a silent stream of water, tracing a fleeting arc before falling to the ground.
So light that no one notices it, and it leaves no trace.
Jiang Xianwan dared not look at anything around her, dared not look at her twin sons, whose personalities were completely opposite, yet who gave her the most sincere and gentle love in the world, and wonder what kind of expression they had on their faces at this moment.
She inevitably passed by that lychee tree, her peripheral vision catching glimpses of its numerous scars, as if she were about to disappear into the cold and empty thirty-three palaces with a faster, more resolute will, without looking back.
Finally, unable to continue, he collapsed, slamming his head heavily against the cold, hard wall.
Who exactly is she?
An orphan who grew up in an orphanage.
A disciple surrounded by many friends, including a master, fellow disciples, and others.
The solitary World Emperor.
Which one is true?
Which one is true?
What exactly does Heaven want by sending her back?
What exactly is she trying to do?!
What should she do?
Memories from three different eras collided and merged violently, leaving Jiang Xianwan trapped in a crimson, chaotic mire, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Even the sound of my own breathing felt unfamiliar and distant.
They even felt that it was all fake!
She's a fake!
Even Jiang Xingxing, whom she gave birth to after nine months of pregnancy... was fake.
Fake……
The World Emperor from three hundred years ago.
Jiang Xianwan, a modern orphan.
In this world, there is Jiang Xingxing!
Even Jiang Xingxing is a fake!
This thought, like a poisoned icicle, suddenly pierced her last shred of reason, bringing with it a piercing pain that shattered her soul.
And so...
In the instant before he went completely insane.
Jiang Xianwan pierced through the wall with his bare hands.
With a deafening roar, debris flew everywhere.
All sounds and illusions ceased instantly.
How could Jiang Xingxing be fake!
Is she an animal who thinks her son is fake?!
A basin of blood mixed with ice shards was poured over her head, and she suddenly calmed down, only to realize that a layer of cold sweat had broken out on her back, and her undergarments were soaked and clung to her trembling skin.
She almost fell into a demonic possession!
Just a moment away from self-denial leading to complete annihilation and death from his own delusions!
Without hesitation, Jiang Xianwan slapped himself hard again.
Instantly... I became even calmer.
She had driven herself into a dead end.
When he was the World Emperor, he regarded all things as straw dogs and could discard heaven and earth, believing that having no attachments was the supreme power.
As an orphan without parents, she stumbled and grew up in the mud, coldly observing the world's harsh realities, carving out a suit of armor of solitude.
But now—
But after the twins, what happened between him and Di Yin and the others...
Who is she?
What did she do?
Her so-called strength and carefree nature are nothing but layers upon layers of self-deception! It's all escapism! It's utter cowardice!
Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes were wet with tears. She realized that the sky seemed to have suddenly turned as dark as if ink had been splashed on it, sinking into hell.
My gaze involuntarily drifted through the window lattice to the dense, suffocating darkness of the night.
Not far away were the twins she had abandoned once again.
Her heart skipped a beat, and without realizing her own reaction, she suddenly paced back and forth uneasily.
The next moment, his figure shot into the night like an arrow breaking free from its restraints.
——
Under the cover of night, the cave resembled the throat of a giant beast, wide open and heavy. The air outside was filled with the damp scent of earth, mixed with a kind of cloying, decaying sweetness.
The land within a ten-mile radius buzzed in response.
This sound was not a roar, but more like the groan of the earth's crust moving, carrying a pressure that made all beasts lie dormant, and the fragrance of some ancient sandalwood being crushed.
Jiang Xianwan was startled. He stepped into the cave and saw two dragon heads half-floating on the surface of the pool. Their massive bodies were forcibly folded into humiliating curves, not daring to damage the surrounding objects.
The layers upon layers of rotating curse marks are like countless eyes forever watching the prisoner.
The two dragons were not massive, clumsy mountains, but rather resembled mountain ridges polished by wind and snow for thousands of years, their bodies long and slender, like the trajectory of a fallen galaxy.
The scales covering its body are by no means rough bone plates. They are of varying sizes and arranged like secret texts written by the gods. The edges shimmer with a cold metallic light, yet possess a warm and smooth texture like jade.
At this moment, driven by its mating instincts, the curved claws were frantically and impatiently scratching at the rocks at the bottom of the pool, leaving marks several feet deep.
Its tail tip was half-submerged in the water, and each unconscious sway stirred up undercurrents, disturbing the array of runes at the bottom of the pool, causing the entire pool to groan under the strain.
The scales were the first to go out of control.
The black scales, which were not yet fully hardened, suddenly began to twitch on their own, producing a low and continuous hum that made the entire dragon's nest look like the inside of a furnace.
His throat vibrated uncontrollably, emitting a broken scale that was neither a roar nor a whistle, brutally tearing apart the boy's last bit of naivety.
The twins... at this very moment... experienced the first heat cycle of the dragon race!
Gazing at those two pairs of vertical pupils, shrunken to the size of pinpoints from pain and encased in triple rainbow rings, Jiang Xianwan stood in the shadows, her eyelashes fluttering violently, and staggered back a step.
The twins' unexpected heat cycle made them realize something was wrong, so they reluctantly set up multiple layers of protective formations and dared not go out.
The jagged horns were pierced by seven meteorite iron chains, the chains covered with runes, extending all the way to the bottom of the pool.
Whenever they tried to struggle, the chains would crackle like thunder, and lightning would shoot through the horns and into the scales, scorching them with blackened bloodstains.
Yao Ling let out a broken, low growl from its throat. Confused and impatient, it gnawed at its front paws and growled threateningly at its unfamiliar reflection in the water.
However, when he saw his vertical pupils shrink into frenzied slits, he suddenly bristled... and let out a suppressed dragon roar of panic.
The sound was distorted into a whimper by the barrier surrounding the pool, leaving it with no strength to even startle a bird.
He could only slam his dragon horns against the cold, hard ground again and again, so afraid that he hurt himself.
Xiu Yin choked up uncontrollably, frantically slapping the stone wall with his tail, only to discover that the newly grown tail thorns were growing wildly.
The excruciating pain and extreme panic caused him to frantically grab a rock from the bottom of the pool with the tip of his tail. With a "bang," the rock was crushed into dust in mid-air, and the flying fragments grazed the black scales on his back.
"elder sister……"
"elder sister……"
They instinctively whispered Jiang Xianwan's name, their golden eyes brimming with hot, liquid metal, which solidified into winding tear tracks on their cheeks.
Yet he dared not let her hear him, lest he upset her, and a weak creaking sound came from his throat.
No one taught them how to tame this raging fire that was burning their insides.
All they could do was trap themselves inside the cold cave.
Yao Ling suppressed the raging dragon breath and used the tip of her trembling tail to hook onto the blue silk gauze not far away, as if she had caught the hem of the person's skirt, trying to find some safety.
Xiu Yin tried to imitate him and hooked the hook, but his body's reaction terrified him so much that he lost control.
I tried to hook it twice, but failed.
"Brother, will sister never want us again...?"
"Brother, are we going to die...?"
Will my sister... come to see us?
"If we die... sister..."
"Shut up!"
Yao Ling, who is usually the most gentle, suddenly swept his tail across his huge head, probably for the first time.
After sweeping, realizing his loss of composure, he suddenly slammed his dragon horns against the edge of the pool.
She burst into tears.
"Xiuyin...stop talking...stop talking..."
"Sister...is gone..."
"My sister will never... come back..."
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