Chapter 93 Chapter 93 Before my eyes is a familiar town, a familiar...
Before my eyes was the familiar town and the familiar Mu Mansion, but strangely, there was no one there.
The sky was blood red and the fog was thick. The whole world seemed to have lost all color under the cover of dark red fog, and everything was pitch black.
In such a dark red alien time and space, only Mu Yang beside him had color. He was only wearing a thin light blue single-piece garment, with his head lowered, and his silver hair hung down softly, covering his face.
His hand was still tightly grasping Li Yian's wrist. Even without turning around, he could still feel that Li Yian was trying to stay away from him as much as possible. Her pretty face was tense and her expression was full of fear.
Mu Yang pursed his lips, silently holding Li Yian's wrist, and walked forward. From the Theological Society to the street, from the street to the Mu Mansion, and from the Mu Mansion to the suburbs.
Li Yian had no idea where he was taking her. Her heart raced, and she felt her death was near. She kept replaying the original owner's tragic death: the 3800 lashes, the pain of being cut into pieces, until her soul was shattered.
She wanted to attack him, but then realized that Li Xuan was no match for him. And how could she escape this strange world?
"Yian, did you see that? This is my world." Mu Yang's inexplicable whisper brought Li Yian back to her senses from her anxiety about "when Mu Yang was going to hit her with thunder."
She looked up and saw Mu Yang had stopped walking. Across from her was the sea, the once azure waters had turned blood red, with countless severed limbs and bodies floating on the water. The nauseating smell of blood rushed into her head.
The empty dead city we just passed by and the disappeared people seemed to be floating on the sea.
"Not only this town, but the whole world is dead."
Li Yian was stunned, not understanding what Mu Yang was saying. She looked around. The world was barren, devoid of life, a desolate and heart-wrenching loneliness. In this vast world, there were only her and Mu Yang. Not even a breeze blew, only the faint sound of their breathing.
Mu Yang turned around and looked at Li Yian with a lonely expression, "You are the only one who has color in my world. When you leave me, I will be the only one left in this world."
"Is this your dream?"
Mu Yang shook his head. "This is my world. Ever since I tested positive for divine blood at the age of five, this has been the world I've seen. The public's attention you mentioned is nothing more than the dancing of limbs to me. Father, Mother, Mu Yin, Li Xuan, the Theological Society, the entire world—they're all illusions. They're like these floating mists, dispersing at the touch of a hand."
Mu Yang's faint whisper caused a crack in Li Yian's usually stern face. What was Mu Yang talking about?
Mu Yang seemed to have anticipated Li Yian's reaction and said with some self-mockery, "I'm a very pessimistic person. Death is more like my destination to me."
"I'm willing to take on the responsibility of protecting and saving the world, but it's not what my heart desires. Because the world I see is nothing more than a rotting, dead city. What difference does it make whether I save it or not?"
Why did Mu Yang, the sunny and gentle character in the novel, end up with such a dark state of mind? Moreover, he was the reincarnation of Feng Yao, the patron saint of mankind, born to protect the world. In his eyes, was this world a decaying, dead city?
Mu Yang was still thinking about Li Yian's frightened expression and the scene of her asking Li Xuan for help.
"Are you still afraid of me?" he asked.
He didn't know when it started, but in his world, Li Yian, who was clearly just floating mist, gradually became solid and had color. His world came alive because of Li Yian.
He has been paying attention to her and chasing her. Only by being close to her can he feel less lonely.
After the power within him awakened, he learned many things. Countless histories of the universe flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, causing him to lose his temper. He tried his best to suppress the memories that didn't belong to him from flooding into his mind. At this moment, he only had eyes for Li Yian.
"Just remember, I would never hurt you."
Mu Yang's voice was solemn and resolute, which made Li Yian startled.
She had just been thinking about how Mu Yang was going to hang her up, and how he was going to whip her with thunder, breaking her soul into thousands of pieces - after all, Feng Yao was the incarnation of lightning, and was best at whipping people with thunder.
Unexpectedly, Mu Yang promised her that he would not hurt her at this moment.
She was so scared just now that her mind was not clear. Now that she thought about it carefully, it seemed that Mu Yang really had no reason to hurt her, and she had never done anything to let Mu Yang down.
"Then why did you bring me here? I have to go tomorrow--" Her voice stopped abruptly.
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