Chapter 306 Twins
The moon was high in the sky, its clear light shining down, covering the thirty-three palaces like frost.
Two figures, one in front and one behind, like two wisps of smoke, were so urgent that even the moonlight seemed to break and reassemble behind them, only to break again.
However, before Jiang Xianwan could even move out of the area of the thirty-three halls, the young man seemed to have already anticipated it.
Sensing the approaching aura, he couldn't help but marvel at the terrifying speed of the dragon race.
Yes, Emperor Lingxiu still appears to be a dragon of extremely pure blood.
Because out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see a few shimmering dragon scales suddenly appear on his temples for a fleeting moment.
But what can be done if this body is unwilling to face him?
She'd rather run away from home than see him?
Jiang Xianwan's mind was in complete chaos, and at the same time, her body once again acted against her will.
With a light step, space twisted into countless visible patterns, and in a turn, a powerful punch was delivered.
boom--
A sudden burst of energy produced a heart-stopping bang.
The immense energy exploded violently, transforming into visible shockwaves that surged wildly outwards.
Jiang Xianwan was startled, taken aback by his own series of unexpected actions!
What made her heart race even faster was that he actually stopped, like an idiot!
He just stood there obediently, without showing any sign of fighting back, and without using any spiritual power to protect himself.
I accepted them all willingly.
Jiang Xianwan desperately wanted to stop.
I even wanted to close my eyes, unable to bear watching anymore.
The approaching fist, just before it was about to touch the tall and upright young man, was suddenly pulled back as her fist was pulled away, leaving only a cracking sound in the space within arm's reach.
Jiang Xianwan steadied herself and saw that there were broken tears on his smooth chin, one by one, mixed with the blood from his bitten lips.
He stood there quietly, his wet eyes gazing at her silently, like a tattered butterfly wing soaked by rain, leaving only a withered body covered in dust.
She was like the only remaining coordinate in this ruin, or like a gentle blade that delivered the fatal blow to him.
His voice was pale and weak, and every vibration conveyed a sense of utter exhaustion.
It evokes images of a lamp that has run out of oil, or the last trace of water about to disappear on cracked earth.
"Sister, are you leaving again?"
Jiang Xianwan: "...!"
elder sister.
The Lingxiu Emperor calls her "sister"?
He and the World Emperor...
It was still him and himself...
Looking into those wet eyes, which should have been filled with grievance, yet were brimming with endless affection and tenderness.
Jiang Xianwan felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and she really wanted to stumble a few steps.
They don't even know what they should be thinking or doing at that moment.
She wanted to look at her hands, but her body slipped out of her control again, and she broke free.
The moment he turned around without looking back... his steps suddenly stopped.
Jiang Xianwan: "...!"
No one knew how deeply she was shaken at that moment.
No one knew of her panic and dishevelment, her desire to escape.
It was as if the last veil of sky had been suddenly torn open before her eyes.
Everything she knew was completely submerged and swept away.
Those ordinary days that I once firmly believed in, all those years, have collapsed like a sandcastle.
Looking at the Spirit Emperor who suddenly appeared in her line of sight, except for the color of his clothes, his height and build, half of his face, the strands of his hair, and even his cultivation level, he was exactly the same as the boy behind her.
The brain shut down.
It was a vast, empty space.
There are... two Lingxiu Emperors?!
Twins!
Double the fun!
The Realm Emperor wouldn't even consider him!
The sword that hovered beside him, wanting to approach her but not daring to, was none other than... the Scar Sword!
Both the Marked Sword and the Calamity Bow are spiritual weapons of Emperor Lingxiu.
Both of them are bound to twins and can share resources, which is why two golden marks appeared between her brows when she bound the Marked Sword?
If it weren't for the sword in her consciousness disappearing as she arrived here, she really wanted to compare them carefully!
But her body didn't want to.
However, after witnessing two Spirit Emperors appear before him, he finally gained temporary control of the body.
He staggered back a step.
The boy with gentle features seemed to have anticipated this, as if he had been waiting there on purpose.
A figure in a plain white brocade robe with flowing clouds, resembling a fresh snowfall reflecting the sunlight, gradually emerges from the forest.
Her eyebrows, eyes, and body shape were exactly the same; her eyes were clear and bright; and her thin lips had a natural, slightly upturned curve, making her extremely gentle.
Her black hair was casually tied back with a single strand of ice silk, with a few strands brushing against her smooth forehead and snow-white cheeks, like the essence of moonlight solidified, or like the purest handful of fresh snow in the world falling into human form.
It was a kind of crystal-clear and pure beauty, so clean that it made one feel ashamed of oneself, as if even glancing at it would be a disturbance.
Their temperaments are quite different, presenting entirely different charms.
He only glanced at the boy behind her, pitifully unsure of anything.
The moment I met her gaze, I felt as startled as a fledgling bird whose feathers had been soaked by rain.
A pair of clear eyes were veiled with tears, gazing at people with a wet look.
The almost transparent, pale half of his face showed his panic, which was impossible to hide, just like the boy behind him, a perfect replica.
Zhenzhi gripped the nine-piece box tightly with her jade-white fingers, a trace of flour still clinging to her smooth chin.
Her entire figure was revealed, and she exuded a fragile yet pure sorrow, like a beautiful piece of porcelain about to shatter.
And just like that, she tightly held back the tears welling up in her eyes.
The sound that came out was extremely soft and slow, without any force, as light as falling dust, with a carefully considered softness and a cautious probing.
"Sister, I, Xiuyin and I made pastries."
Yao Ling awkwardly wiped her face, forcing a soft smile at the corners of her lips.
"Sister, would you like to try some?"
"Just one bite is enough."
The tears welling up in her eyes were about to burst forth.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Yao Ling.
Rest in Yin.
Emperor Lingxiu.
Looking at the black and white figures, behind and in front of her, stood a solemn and ethereal young man.
It is clearly a beautiful, dreamlike, and extremely pleasing painting.
Her heart began to want to escape, but her body remained firmly rooted to the spot.
She watched as the boy with snow-white skin and dark hair, his lips curving into a soft smile, cautiously approached her, as if walking towards the only light.
He even bowed his back and lowered his head in a humble manner, gently resting his chin on her shoulder, as if touching a snowflake that could disappear in the blink of an eye.
"Sister, don't go...please don't go..."
"Yaoling really misses... really misses her sister..."
Those suppressed emotions suddenly choked out softly, and Jiang Xianwan found another pair of trembling hands around her waist.
A cool breeze wafted from behind her, like the most solitary pine resin in a forest, gently embracing her as she staggered.
His chin rested on her other shoulder.
Tears instantly soaked her clothes and also poured into her heart.
"Sister...please don't send us away...please..."
"Can we not leave...?"
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