C15 Emotional

"The Dome Hall has existed for many years, and there is no one else in the world. It is too quiet!"

"I have seen the beauty of the red plum today. It is like the first time I have seen her in my life. Who would have thought that this would be the calamity of my life?"

"In the cold river, I am lonely and cold beyond words. How can I return the life I owe her?"

"Nether Lord, Spirit Nurturing!"

"Years are like living alone in the world, lonely and indescribable. Mo Qing, when will you return?"

"Living beings become strong after a hundred years. I have already made up my mind to use my life to obtain it!"

"My king is returning!"

After that, there was nothing left. The empty paper made me want to cry.

The rustling sound didn't stop. I was still turning the pages one by one until the end. He didn't let me down. There were words on the last page, short and limp, without the poise and pride of the first few pages, and it never occurred to me that the last thing he would leave me in this life would be one word - to marry.

Maybe it was the will of the heavens. There was a ball of cotton in my chest. I felt so depressed. [I look at the endless ink and smile lightly. No matter how I feel, it has been over ten thousand years. Even though everything in the world is blurred by me, I still remember it.]

"I know everything he wrote, yet it still feels like a lifetime has passed. Why do you think?" His cold fingers gently slid across the front page of the book. The words "Dome Hall" felt warm to the touch.

"Father has already passed away, and you have also been hiding in the Mute Moon Valley for a long time. The fact that you are still affected by it means that you still have feelings in your heart..." Ling Ran closed his eyes and didn't look at me. I also understood that facing a woman who had been pestering his biological father for a lifetime, he would more or less defend his mother.

The warmth of the inkstains was finally cooled by my body heat, and I reluctantly withdrew my hand, closed the book, and handed it back to Plumage. "Do you still have feelings...? I forced him to return to his original position and used up all of his cultivation. In order to revive me, he even sacrificed half of his life to help me rebuild my spiritual body. In my opinion, there may be a certain amount of love, but more than that, it is simply the habit of being around you, of cleaning up each other's messes, of doing things for each other, and of being dependent on each other. I would like to ask, since Xijie is so heavily injured, then how much affection do you have for him, and how many habits do you have? "

"I..." Ling Ran was stunned, as if he did not expect me to speak so directly.

"As the Demon Emperor, no matter how old Wanqing is, she is still just a protector. I understand that she is dissatisfied with Xijie because of his background, but there is only one thing. The burning of the demonic flames is too harsh. Ever since the previous Demon Emperor, it has been listed as the most severe punishment. Other than the Demon Emperor, no one else's order is effective. Even when I was in power for all those years, I couldn't act presumptuously and arbitrarily. Could it be that since you started changing the rules, a protector can order around the people of the Demon Emperor?"

Ling E's face was pale, and the sadness in her eyes was unmistakable. I suddenly felt very tired.

"Forget it..."

"The one who gave the order was indeed me."

I just said that I should skip it when I heard him murmuring in a low voice.

"He said... he said..." Ling Ran seemed to have been struck by something, and after a few words he choked up and could not go on. I put my hand to my forehead.

"What are you crying for? Don't cry. Don't... Ah!"

[I am so upset. For the first time in ten thousand years, I want to get up and walk, but... I can't stand up...]

[Hmm... I really can't stand up.]

I tried to stand up, but then I realized I couldn't feel my waist anymore. I tried too hard to stand up, so I couldn't. Instead, I fell to the floor.

Interesting. It seems that the Demon Lord is really going to die.

Ling Ran was frightened by me again, and stood like a frightened rabbit, staring at me with his red eyes. I forced myself to smile, and tore a piece of white silk from the hem of my dress.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't get out. I had to finish Wanqing myself.

Is it strange? A normal person would suddenly find out that their legs were crippled and wouldn't be able to live for long. They wouldn't even know how to cry and shout.

Maybe I have lived long enough.

In just a few breaths of time, a few words had already been written on the white cloth. Dark red blood was flowing on the white cloth like dragons and snakes. At first, the words were a little rough and stiff, but in the end, they actually regained the feeling of writing and grading official documents in the Empyrean Pavilion back then.

"Take this back and give it to Right Patronus. When she leaves the Devil Realm, follow closely behind Xijie." Ling E received the "letter" with trembling hands.

"I guess you showed me Zhuochen's handwriting because you wanted me to leave the mountain, but I really can't get up..." I stopped to catch my breath. "Don't worry, Wanqing can read my handwriting. She will definitely listen to me."

Seeing Ling Ran get up and leave, I couldn't help but feel a burning pain in my chest. I leaned to the side and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Fu Sheng..."

I saw him rushing towards me. His eyes were so heavy that I couldn't open them.

"Really. You have to bury me."

My body suddenly fell into the arms of a person. I didn't have time to think about it. I just stayed in his arms to get some warmth.

"Wake up. Wake up." I opened my eyes. Fu Sheng's consciousness was in front of me, and I was sitting upright against a tree trunk. The real hands on the eve of unconsciousness were like an illusion.

"Still alive..." He said those words with a sigh, as if he was rejoicing in something great, and it was indeed something great. After all, at that time, I really thought I was going to die, and then I began to worry about what would happen to Ling E and Xijie if I died.

"Yes, I'm alive."

Fu Sheng was uncommunicative, so how could I not know the reason?

"Before this, I thought that Ling Yun was soft and didn't look like Zhuochen's son at all. But now, it seems that for the sake of his own dignity, he allowed others to frame his lover... This father and son are quite similar." I played with my belt and started to find something to say.

"Why aren't you saying anything? You're more excited than I am when you talk about this."

Fu Sheng paced a few steps in front of me as if she was thinking about how to speak, "Do you know that those two are both men?"

I frowned and nodded. This question was strange. There were many things like this in the Seven Realms, and Ling Xiao had told me from the very beginning.

"Then do you know... Between the two of them... Ling Xiao is... the one who was pressed down!"

Zhuochen, your son has really embarrassed the Devil Realm!