Chapter 97 Love is Always a Feeling of Debt
Si Ye's pupils dilated sharply, and he was unusually stunned. He hurriedly asked, "Just how much lifespan and essence did you put in the bottle?!"
Fu Hanchuan remained calm and said indifferently, "Thirty years, half."
Si Ye was stunned and speechless for a moment.
"You only reserved three years for yourself?" Si Ye couldn't help but ask, and even the big black cat, which had been lying listlessly to the side, lifted its eyelids to glance at the man.
Fu Hanchuan gave a soft "hmm" without turning around, and focused on repairing the barrier with his own energy. "That's enough."
Three years.
That was enough for him to get everything back on track.
She still had some spare time, and before Wen Yanyu's family returned, she greedily stayed by Wen Yanyu's side, spending some last moments with him.
That's enough.
His body, already exhausted, was no longer able to support him to travel far, so he decided to take advantage of the pause in Si Ye's time to reinforce the world barrier here.
The day Wen Yanyu died in the mountains after overdosing on medicine, the day Wen Yanyu was pulled into reincarnation, the day the world stopped turning.
He knew it on the day half of his soul departed, on the day he saw the shattered barrier of his world.
The world he inhabits is just one of countless worlds that has been destroyed.
As long as the world is not destroyed, as long as Jun Changmo is not completely dead.
Wen Yanyu will never escape control.
Then the myriad worlds will not escape control.
He was powerless until, during their escape, he and Wen Yanyu accidentally entered that world, that unique pure land that was free from all constraints, protected by the supreme authority, and independent of all other worlds.
He agreed to the conditions offered by the Supreme Being, offering ten years of his lifespan and the answers to several strange questions in exchange.
Using life as fuel and soul as the price, they do not enter the cycle of reincarnation, and after death they turn into nothingness, possessing the ability to transform their origin into a weapon capable of annihilating all existence.
It is named "Darling".
A "darling" favored by power.
The only "darling" who could truly and indelibly harm that beast Jun Changmo.
[Fu Hanchuan] gently summoned the threads of fate, and slowly manipulated them, binding the broken threads back together, allowing them to return to their proper course.
After dealing with the things left behind by Jun Changmo.
Fu Hanchuan looked at Si Ye, "Did he drink it?"
Si Ye nodded and gestured towards the hospital building with his gaze.
[Fu Hanchuan] turned to look at the hospital building and instantly understood. His originally calm eyes couldn't help but well up with heartache.
The pain that comes with repairing those wounds is not something an ordinary person can endure, but he had no choice but to do so in order to help Wen Yanyu get rid of the pain that was attached to his soul in the past.
Whatever the reason, the thought that Wen Yanyu is currently suffering is something I brought upon myself makes me feel terrible.
A wave of guilt and remorse, so intense it made me tremble, crashed down on me like a mountain.
It was so heavy he could hardly breathe.
Having witnessed my two younger brothers travel through so many worlds, I know what their personalities are like. Just by looking at their expressions, I can tell what [Fu Hanchuan] is thinking right now.
It was nothing more than self-blame and guilt for causing Wen Yanyu pain, and also a preparation for Jun Changmo's next appearance.
With what little essence he has left.
He dragged Jun Changmo down with him to their deaths.
Si Ye sighed helplessly and used the most effective method to persuade her: "Yan Yan still needs you. Although Jun Changmo cannot be eliminated, there are so many worlds and time. We will always find other ways. Don't do anything foolish."
This was the first time in thousands of years that Jun Changmo had encountered something even more difficult than calamities.
Although the calamities in his world also originated from the evil desires in people's hearts, they were only tainted by some harmless and controllable evil desires.
The difficult ones were either locked back in the tower by him, or they were just like Gluttony, who was simply a big eater, or Sloth, who just wanted to find a place to sleep.
Jun Changmo...
Such pure malice, which treats no life as its own and all existence as toys for amusement, is rare.
Thinking of those thousands upon thousands of worlds that had been played to pieces, Si Ye clicked his tongue twice. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't use his true form to cross worlds for the time being.
I really can't resist sealing this guy in the tower so those idle calamities can kill him a few times for fun.
Fu Hanchuan gently shook his head. "This is the best way."
"Yan Yan shouldn't have gotten involved with me in the first place. He deserves a happy family. I'm just getting everything back on track."
"?" Si Ye was stunned, and couldn't help but raise his voice: "What kind of best solution is this? Have you ever thought about how Yan Yan would react if he knew that he survived because of you?"
"You know Yan Yan's personality perfectly well. If he knew the truth, how would he live with himself?"
Si Ye frowned and pressed on, "There's no right or wrong in love. In the unmodified timeline, Yan Yan loved you too. Why are you so stubborn!"
[Fu Hanchuan] lowered his head to wipe his sword, reattached the gray rabbit pendant to the hilt, and obediently listened to the reprimand, remaining unmoved.
Seeing this, Siye was furious.
Why are these two so stubborn? Who did they learn that from?
Si Qiuqiu took small steps and quietly approached Si Ye, peeking out her fluffy head to rub against the young man's wrist.
Si Ye was silent for a moment, then said, "In the original timeline, the timeline where your mother didn't leave, your mother loved you very much. She never hated you because of your father. She loved you very much."
"If you were gone, do you think someone could take better care of him than you? Do you think he would truly be happy?"
The more he talked, the angrier he became. Despite Si Qiuqiu's injured and shocked expression, Si Ye raised his hand and pushed the large cat head that was blocking his view away from him.
"You know perfectly well what he thinks of you, and you know perfectly well what you think of Yan Yan."
“Even if you break up thirty years, each of you can spend fifteen years with each other. Why are you so stubborn?”
Fu Hanchuan paused slightly in his movements, and a ripple suddenly appeared in his eyes.
After a long silence, [Fu Hanchuan] said, "I also have a younger brother."
She will not be alone.
"Yan Yan will never know the truth. My death will be covered up by illness. Yan Yan will have many family members and he will live a happy life."
Fu Hanchuan looked gloomy and slumped his head. He regretted burning too much of his lifespan in the cycle of reincarnation. Now he only had thirty years left to give to Wen Yanyu.
Thirty years.
At that time, Wen Yanyu was only in his fifties.
A cycle of more than 130 years.
Thirty years of peace and well-being.
not worth.
Siye was about to say a few more words.
Suddenly, the rain that had been suspended in the air began to fall slowly.
Si Ye looked up at the sky and sighed helplessly, "Alright, it's time. I have to go back. Take care of yourself and Yan Yan, and don't push yourself too hard."
“We really can’t handle this.” Si Ye paused, then raised his hand and slapped the listless black cat beside him, his tone flat: “I’ll have this bastard tear another hole, and we can get in too.”
There was no response of offering help.
Fu Hanchuan nodded slightly: "Thank you."
"No need to thank me." Si Ye stroked the listless black cat and waved at the man. "Besides, according to our soul relationship, you should call me brother."
[Fu Hanchuan] nodded, and at the same moment that Si Ye and the black cat disappeared, he also vanished from the spot.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Wen Yanyu, who had been unconscious, slowly opened his eyes.
Those pupils, which had been almost completely consumed by grayness, were blurred by a touch of ink, restoring a sliver of life.
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