Chapter 83

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Xie Tingyun felt that his breathing had stopped.

His first reaction was to hold his chest.

Nothing happened.

The injury formation was not activated. He was not injured, not at all.

Xie Tingyun began to tremble unconsciously.

...Why?

Ning Shen said that he has a way to deal with your injury formation.

...Is this the method you're referring to? The method of killing yourself?

All he could see was the figure of the man being pierced by the sharp vines. Ning Chen didn't even turn his head, and his whole body didn't tremble at all.

At that moment, Xie Tingyun almost doubted his own eyes.

The person for whom he had worked so hard for so long just to keep him alive, who appeared before him like a surprise, was now pierced through the chest and abdomen by countless vines, nearly tearing his body apart completely.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this man is beyond help.

Xie Tingyun suffered fatal injuries to many vital parts of his body. He had a lot of experience with injuries and could tell at a glance that this injury was impossible to heal.

Xie Tingyun thought in a daze...how could this happen?

He shouldn't...he shouldn't have ended up like this.

Ming Cang watched Xie Tingyun staggering towards Ningchen, his back almost at a loss. He should have felt extremely happy, but for some reason he still felt empty inside, like the empty feeling after doing something wrong.

He thought to himself: Tiannan will hate me even more.

I don't want to kill him.

But he wants to destroy your body. They want to kill you.

They want to kill your only way to stay alive.

I... have no other choice.

Everything seemed to be still at this moment.

The only figure moving was Xie Tingyun, who was moving faster and faster, and staggering more and more.

He stared at the silent figure with his head lowered, as if he would not cry until he saw the coffin, and he insisted on confirming it with his own eyes.

Tiannan stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying persistently to pry open the vines on Ning Chen's body.

But he is a spirit, and no matter what, he can't touch Ning Chen.

Tears rolled down Tiannan's eyes, and he sobbed silently like a child who had done something wrong: "...I'm sorry. I didn't expect...this would hurt you."

However, the next moment, Tiannan's eyes were distorted, and the next moment, he felt like a soul stuffed into a cotton doll, and his whole body suddenly felt heavy and solid.

Tiannan was extremely shocked. The field of vision in front of him also became as if pierced by vines, and in front of him was his own face sealed in an ice coffin.

However, the next moment, a tall and slender figure suddenly appeared in front of the ice coffin, and then Tiannan's eyes went completely dark, as if someone had covered them with an opaque black cloth.

The man was dressed in black gilded robes, and the sword in his hand was burning with demonic energy to the extreme.

Afterwards, Ning Chen raised his hands to seal the puppet's five senses without even looking at it, then grasped the knife in both hands and chopped it fiercely at the ice coffin.

There was a loud bang.

The ice was no match for the scorching devil's sword and shattered into millions of pieces, along with the person trapped inside who turned into millions of starlight points.

Ning Chen used all his strength in this strike, without holding back an ounce, and the long sword went all the way through without any hindrance, completely destroying the array's core underneath.

All the circulating formations dimmed at the same time, the center of the formation was destroyed, and the entire formation stopped moving.

At the same time, the body on the wooden cross that had been drained of its vitality also received a little bit of feedback. The souls of the disciples that had been squeezed out of their bodies noticed this change and looked around in shock and confusion.

From the moment the ice coffin began to melt and the array patterns began to erode, Ming Cang knew that Tiannan's body could no longer be saved.

He had just overdrawn too much demonic energy, and his body was pierced by several sharp blades. He staggered forward two steps and was stabbed back by the frightened crowd.

Ming Candle suddenly spat out large mouthfuls of blood. From the moment the formation that sucked away life's vitality shattered, strange and complex bright red spells began to slowly crawl up Ming Candle's pale skin, spreading from the area covered by his collar to his neck and side face, making him look extremely terrifying.

Curse and curse began to spread upon Ming Candle.

Over there, Ning Chen loosened his grip and let the long sword penetrate deeply into the center of the formation. He turned around and saw Xie Tingyun staggering towards him.

Ning Chen had never seen Xie Tingyun with such an expression before.

It seemed as if all the earth-shattering things happened to him in an instant, so that Xie Tingyun was at a loss as to what to do. He was even so confused that he began to have a hint of doubt.

Ning Shen's throat moved, but he couldn't say anything.

However, in Xie Tingyun's eyes, there was only the "corpse" with its head lowered quietly.

When there were only a few inches left, Xie Tingyun did not dare to move forward. He seemed to want to raise his hands, but his hands were shaking badly and his body was out of control.

He wanted to walk to the front to take a look at Ning Shen's face, but he didn't dare.

He wanted to reach out and pull out the vine, but he was afraid that if he did so, all the blood in Ning Shen's body would instantly spurt out and be lost in just a few breaths.

Ning Chen looked at Xie Tingyun and even his breathing slowed down involuntarily.

After dragging it on for so long, it finally came to this.

Xie Tingyun lowered his head slowly and stiffly. His eyes were so blurry that he couldn't see anything clearly.

There was a flash of some transparent liquid, and Ning subsided into his consciousness, wondering if he had seen it wrong, but his heart couldn't help but shrink.

"Senior brother."

Xie Tingyun thought he must be crazy.

At this time, he could actually hear Ning Chen calling him senior brother.

“…Senior Brother.”

Xie Tingyun's trembling became more and more intense, and he looked like he was about to fall apart.

It was not until Ning Chen approached that he heard Xie Tingyun muttering almost silently: "...I'm sorry. I'm not worthy of being your senior brother."

Ning Shen's breathing stagnated.

The next moment, Ning Chen stepped forward, raised his hand and roughly pulled apart the vines that were passing through the puppet.

This action seemed to suddenly hurt Xie Tingyun's nerves. He suddenly reached out and held Ning Chen's hand tightly, refusing to let him touch it. However, Ning Chen was not willing to give up just like that. In front of Xie Tingyun, he directly pulled down the withered vines on the puppet's heart.

Xie Tingyun's tense nerves suddenly broke.

However, the next moment, he was pinched by the jaw in a rare and tough manner. He raised his head and his eyes fell directly on the wound on the puppet's chest.

Xie Tingyun's pupils shrank dramatically.

There was no spurting blood or white bones as imagined, only a pitch-black hole that went through the entire chest. Next to the hole was solid wood, and the vine even brought out some debris when it was pulled out.

Ning Chen removed the disguise on his voice and whispered behind Xie Tingyun: "Xie Tingyun, he is just a wooden puppet, a wooden puppet that will not bleed even when it is wounded, only sawdust will come out."

Ning Chen lowered his eyes, looked at Xie Tingyun who was frozen motionless like a sculpture, and said: "I'm sorry, I lied to you. I know this is very cruel, but..."

The next moment, Ning Chen was pushed away violently.

Xie Tingyun turned around and grabbed his collar. At such a close distance, Ning Chen could see that Xie Tingyun's pupils were trembling.

Ning Chen heard him trying to suppress his trembling voice and said, "He...is not a living person?"

Ning Chen simply gave up and said, "Yes. Just a wooden puppet."

Xie Tingyun's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Then, then is he... still here?"

When he spoke later, there was something strange in Xie Tingyun's ending tone.

Ning Chen frowned, feeling something was wrong, and then he realized that Xie Tingyun seemed to have fallen into a misconception:

"Ning Chen" is not a living person, but "he" is already dead and broken, so Xie Tingyun asked him whether "Ning Chen" is still there.

...there is still no hope.

Ning Chen lowered his eyes and spoke word by word: "Xie Tingyun, Xie Shengzi, your 'junior brother' is just a wooden puppet. He is a puppet clone controlled by me. His identity was fabricated by me. Saving you was intentional."

“…”

Xie Tingyun opened his mouth and after a long while he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Ning Chen, it's your puppet clone."

Ning Chen said: "Yes."

Xie Tingyun said: "Ning Chen...is not dead."

Ning Chen said: "Yes."

"..." Xie Tingyun bit his lip, maintaining the last bit of rationality, and said: "Ning Chen...it's you."

Ning Chen gave up and said, "Yes."

Anyway...anyway, Xie Tingyun is already so sad, who knows how much he will hate him later.

There is no need to hide Ning Chen anymore.

Xie Tingyun's voice seemed to have broken: "Tianxiao... don't lie to me."

I have already deceived you, brother.

Ning Shen thought.

"I've lied to you that I'm a puppy, okay? Can't you tell by the sound?" Ning Chen directly grabbed Xie Tingyun's wrist, condensed a trace of magic energy in his hand, and forced Xie Tingyun to release his spiritual power automatically.

Afterwards, Ning Chen grabbed Xie Tingyun's hand and pressed it on his own face, which was still in disguise.

The spiritual power started from the lower jaw, slowly eating away at the ordinary face on Ning Chen's face.

First, there is the sharp jawline, then the tightly pursed thin lips, the high nose bridge, and finally the long eyebrows that slant into the temples, and the eyes that seem to contain the brightest stars and the deep galaxy when they lower their eyes.

Except for the pair of dark red eyes, everything about him was extremely familiar.

Xie Tingyun's hand trembled as he stroked Ning Chen's face. It was not until his spiritual power completely devoured the disguise on Ning Chen's face that Ning Chen tried his best to act natural and said, "You... you believe it now. Since I deceived you, you can take revenge in any way you want..."

Before Ning Chen could finish his words, he was suddenly swept away by a huge force.

Xie Tingyun did not take action or retaliate. He just suddenly reached out and held Ning Chen in his arms.

Ning Chen was stunned on the spot.

Xie Tingyun hugged him so tightly that Ning suspected he was trying to strangle her to death in order to achieve his revenge.

Using this particularly comedic way of revenge, maybe he wanted to make his death seem more comedic?

But the next moment Ning Chen couldn't laugh anymore.

There was warm liquid dripping on Ning's neck, and there was also a muffled whimpering sound coming from deep in the throat, as if the person had been holding back for a long time but finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

Ning Chen was at a loss for words. He even began to stutter: "No... Xie Tingyun you..."

Xie Tingyun's eyes were filled with strange, distorted and blurry things. The extreme joy and sorrow he experienced in such a short period of time made him completely numb and he had no ability to think.

He was like a child who had lost his favorite toy. He pretended to be strong and ran around everywhere looking for it. One day, he finally found it, but the toy in his hand disappeared again.

Then the toy suddenly jumped out from behind him and stood in front of him, telling him that it was just a game of hide-and-seek.

My favorite toy says:

I'm still here.

Before Ning Chen could finish his words, Xie Tingyun raised his head with red eyes and bit Ning Chen's shoulder.