661 Probing
He closed his eyes, and a golden pill radiating a faint golden light appeared. As soon as the pill entered his mouth, it transformed into a warm current that quickly spread throughout his body.
The wound healed rapidly under the nourishment of the elixir, and the wound that was originally deep enough to expose the bone had now scabbed over, and the pain and weakness were gradually subsiding.
As the Red King felt his power returning, a surge of pride welled up within him. His grip on the sword tightened even more.
"Thank you." The Red King nodded slightly, then turned and quickly left.
She Yunqin slowly turned her gaze into the distance, her voice as light as a falling petal, devoid of any emotion, 'We are both reborn, and now only you and I remain. Once we die, we will never come back to life.'
The Golden Elixir, though beneficial, only repairs the surface; a broken internal energy cannot be repaired by ordinary means. Neither you nor I can repair it.
She Yunqin leaned back with both hands, gently straightening her back with a graceful curve.
Her eyes were now like a lifeless lake, calm and still, devoid of their former sparkle. Her voice was as soft as mist drifting across the water, carrying a hint of weariness and indifference.
"You've all died once, so why are you still so attached to the chaos and strife of this world?"
It was as if they had already seen through life and death, and all attachment to the human world had vanished.
The cycle of life and death is nothing but a dream in the universe, yet people often pay the price of their lives for that illusory power and glory.
But the world is in chaos, what does protecting the people have to do with me? I am nothing more than a person with nowhere to go.
The moonlight, as clear as water, spilled across the tranquil night sky, its silvery glow soft and breathtakingly beautiful.
She Yunqin stood alone in the moonlight, gazing at the bright full moon, and a strange feeling welled up in her heart.
In the moonlight, it seemed as if there were shadows of Lian Xiuxiu and others. That night, I fell asleep without any thoughts, a rare sleep without any complicated dreams.
Lian Xiuxiu and Ji Xixi, with their unparalleled beauty and perfect figures, all emerged in the enchanting moonlight.
For a moment, She Yunqin was somewhat dazed, and a faint longing welled up in her heart.
However, She Yunqin did not want to bother them, believing herself to be an unlucky person who would always bring trouble and disturbance to those around her.
She Yunqin gently shook her head, trying to put those thoughts and emotions behind her. She thought to herself, 'I am an unlucky person; I shouldn't bring them too much trouble.'
They have their own lives, and I'm a little envious, but I shouldn't cause them trouble.
Suppressing her emotions, she waved her hand, and the phoenix-tail zither disappeared. She turned and left gently, leaving only the enchanting moonlight and her unforgettable silhouette on the zither stand.
The once bustling scene within the Gan Mansion is no more. Now that it has been given to the Red King, it has become deserted and desolate.
The wealthy families in the city had long since left, and the ordinary people and villagers who still lived there in poverty had scattered in fear if they had any other means of escape.
In the empty mansion, only a few lonely buildings remain, standing in the cold wind!
The people and villagers who had nowhere to go continued to make a living as usual, without any change in their basic needs. Their lives seemed to be more difficult, but also more free to change.
Red King arrived under cover of night, hoping to catch a big fish, but the scene before him filled him with a mixture of awe and anger.
The desolate scene before him, the pitch-black surroundings resembling a dead city, stirred up a surge of anger and murderous intent within him.
I took a deep breath, knowing in my heart that these people and villagers were innocent victims who deserved a better life.
He stepped in softly, thinking to himself, 'They really left cleanly.'
As for the livelihoods and treatment of the people and villagers in the city, he followed Falcon's advice and had his subordinates make the arrangements.
Inside the Gan family mansion, all was silent, as if even the air had frozen.
On the mahogany chair, the Red King sat quietly, his eyes revealing a sharp killing intent, as if he wanted to drag out and destroy all obstacles in his way.
He muttered to himself, his voice low but filled with determination, resolve, and killing intent, 'Who else in the Red Kingdom? The Xuanji Sect will face them all.'
The enemy lurking in the shadows, along with the Xuanji Sect who caused the deaths of all his brothers, must be an irreconcilable feud.
He then closed his eyes to rest and recuperate, trying to recover from the damage to his body as quickly as possible.
But deep down, he always felt that his former brothers, including Falcon, were waiting for him.
And the former ruler of the Red Kingdom, who returned after his death and beheaded him, seemed to be watching silently from afar, as if praising the Red King for doing a good job and doing the right thing.
The Red King finally ensured that his people had enough to eat and wear, so they no longer had to suffer from hunger and cold or live in fear of the powerful and wealthy. His merits were truly complete.
In the blink of an eye, the scenery before the Silent Red King changed completely.
All the good wishes he had just received now seemed like wolves in the night, lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce and tear his soul apart at any moment.
The shadows of Falcon and his former brothers had become distorted and blurred, like cursed ghosts whispering in the shadows, recounting unresolved grievances: "Why haven't you avenged us yet, you coward!"
'The Red King is afraid.' 'He's no longer the courageous king; he's a coward.'
A jumble of complex thoughts, seemingly arising from nowhere, slowly crept in, and Hong Wang's forehead was suddenly covered in sweat.
The gaze of the former ruler of the Red Kingdom, who was beheaded by the Red King, was like a ghostly fire shooting from the depths of hell, cold and cruel, and at this moment it seemed to be silently burning the Red King's back.
The resentment and curse contained in that gaze were like a venomous snake, slowly slithering through the Red King's heart, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.
At this moment, the Red King's brows furrowed and veins bulged!
Terrifying memories and stares surged forth like a tidal wave, as if drowning the Red King in endless darkness and fear, dragging him into hell from which he could never escape.
For a moment, the Red King seemed to be in a gloomy and terrifying ghost realm, surrounded by roaring ghosts and ferocious monsters, who stretched out their claws, wanting to drag him into an endless abyss.
The Red King found himself in what felt like an endless purgatory, where the terrifying spirits of those who had died at his hands slowly approached, preparing to drag him down to eternal damnation.
Suddenly, a powerful aura emanated from the Red King, sweeping across the entire illusion like a storm.
The sword energy surged forth like thousands of waterfalls cascading down from the heavens, its momentum like thunder. A strange, red killing intent emanated from the sword energy, like a three-thousand-foot-long red beam sweeping across the sky.
The fierce ghosts, baring their fangs and claws, cowered and retreated under his oppressive aura, as if facing an invincible beast.
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