0p0 Chapter 190 As long as she can come back
Chapter 190 As long as she can come back
"Have you ever thought about why Sister didn't escape?"
Dai Yan's cold and slightly questioning voice was like a thunder that exploded in the air.
This question was like a sharp sword, piercing King Jing's heart and making him fall into silence instantly.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and King Jing just stood there quietly, motionless, like a sculpture.
His eyes were empty, as if he already knew the answer but was unwilling to face it, or perhaps he simply had no idea why.
Finally, Prince Jing collapsed like a deflated ball and slowly sat back on the throne that symbolized supreme power.
His body was trembling slightly, and his hands fell limply at his sides.
"It's my fault..."
King Jing's voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless regret.
"I shouldn't have... insisted on marrying her..."
Every word he spoke seemed to use up all his strength, and the painful expression on his face was heartbreaking.
This man, who usually wields great power and wisdom, now seems as helpless as a child.
I saw him covering his face tightly with his hands, tears sliding down through his fingers, drop by drop, wetting his clothes.
He covered his face and cried without any scruples. His cries echoed in the empty palace, sounding particularly desolate.
After a long time, King Jing gradually stopped crying, but his shoulders were still shaking.
He raised his head, looked into the distance with a determined gaze, and said through gritted teeth.
"When all is settled, I will die as an atonement."
"What on earth are you doing this for? Do you really have to do this?"
Dai Yan frowned tightly, and her originally lively eyes were now shrouded in solemnity.
She stared quietly at the man in front of her, and could clearly read the deep helplessness in his slightly trembling body and dull eyes.
As Xiaosheng's elder sister, how could she not feel heartbroken when she saw her elder sister suffering so much?
The pain came like a tide, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
However, compared with the love for my elder sister, what about Prince Jing?
But the feeling in his heart was completely different.
This kind of helplessness was not unfamiliar to Dai Yan, because she had the same feeling when she learned that Ye Qin was unconscious.
Although she was full of worries at that time, there was still a faint hope in her heart, hoping that Ye Qin would wake up.
But now, looking at King Jing in front of her, she understood that he might have lost even this last glimmer of hope.
King Jing's face was filled with despair, as if the whole world had collapsed and there would be no way to rebuild it.
Time seemed to stand still, and every minute and every second seemed so long.
So long, long passed...
Finally, King Jing's deep and somewhat vicissitudes of life voice slowly sounded.
"The Demon Lord promised to help him rebuild the Demon City. In exchange, the Demon Lord forged a trace of Sheng'er's soul into a demon spirit."
His words were like the cold wind in the cold night, making people shiver.
"Sheng'er will come back."
King Jing's gaze was extremely firm, as if he had seen the figure he had been thinking about day and night reappear before his eyes.
"no!"
Dai Yan's face was full of anger and she shouted loudly.
Her body trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes were burning with anger, like the brightest stars in the night sky, scorching and intimidating.
"Do you understand what my sister really wants?"
She demanded angrily, her voice trembling slightly with anger.
King Jing slowly raised his head, his eyes were already bloodshot and scarlet, like an enraged beast.
He stared straight at Dai Yan and said with gritted teeth.
"I have no other choice. Only by doing this can she come back to me!"
King Jing knew in his heart that once the Demon Realm was revived, this continent would be plunged into endless darkness and disaster.
By then, countless lives will be lost, blood will flow like rivers, and countless families will be torn apart.
But even though he knew all the consequences, he still chose this path without hesitation.
"What about the common people in the North?"
"And what about the people of this world?"
"Are they all going to become victims of your relationship?"
Dai Yan asked in grief and anger, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Don't I want my sister to come back?"
"But I can't do that."
Dai Yan's voice was filled with tears.
"Sister won't be happy..."
King Jing bit his lip, "I'm sorry..."
"I don't care whether she's happy or not. I just want her to come back... I just want her to come back..."
Dai Yan was about to continue to dissuade her.
Suddenly, a melodious and clear flute sound seemed to float in from the distant sky.
The beautiful notes were like elves dancing in the air, lingering lightly in Dai Yan's ears.
In this dreamy and long flute sound, a figure slowly walked over.
Xiao Sheng was seen smiling and walking with an elegant and calm pace.
She walked up to Dai Yan, gently pulled up her slender and delicate hand, and looked at her gently and firmly.
Those slightly sad eyes were filled with tears.
"Sister..."
Dai Yan widened her eyes and looked at the dreamlike figure in front of her with disbelief.
Her lips trembled slightly, and the sound she made was slightly out of tune with excitement.
Tears welled up in my eyes, as if they would burst out at any moment.
Xiao Sheng gently raised his hand, which felt weightless, and gently stroked Dai Yan's cheek, saying softly, "Don't be sad, Yan'er."
Her eyes were full of pity.
"I know you're worried, but please believe me, no matter how rough and difficult the road ahead may be, no matter what difficulties we may encounter, I am willing to bear them."
Xiao Sheng's tone was soft and ethereal, as if it were the long and distant sound of a flute.
"Even if it means paying a huge price, even if it means becoming a demon feared by the world, I will never retreat."
Speaking of this, Xiao Sheng's eyes became unusual, revealing a hint of joy.
"Because for me, being able to protect you and ensure your safety and happiness is worth it."
"As long as you are safe and happy, I will be satisfied."
Xiaosheng held Daiyan's hand with his ethereal hand.
Dai Yan was already sobbing uncontrollably at this moment, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string, and she could only murmur, "Sister... Sister..."
In this touching scene, Prince Jing seemed to have heard nothing and turned a blind eye, and continued to sit there with an expressionless face.
His indifference formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding atmosphere and seemed particularly abrupt.
Xiao Sheng smiled slightly and continued to ask softly, "Yan'er, deep down you also hope that I can come back to you, right?"
Before he finished speaking, a thick black gas suddenly rose from around Xiao Sheng's body, like a ball of black flame burning fiercely.
The black air spread rapidly, enveloping Xiao Sheng completely, making her originally beautiful and elegant face appear a bit weird and eerie at this moment.
Dai Yan's eyes were empty at this time. She nodded slightly in response to Xiao Sheng's words.
"Sister Yuchi! Be careful!!!"
At this time, Lu Zhaoxue also ran in following the sound of the flute.
Lu Zhaoxue's shouting did not stop the situation from developing, and the black air gradually engulfed Xiao Sheng's figure.
Dai Yan widened her eyes, her face full of worry, and she tried to reach out and grab Xiao Sheng.
"Sister..."
The black gas went with the flow and wrapped around Dai Yan's arm.
King Jing finally noticed something unusual and stood up. Where he saw nothing before, a ball of black air appeared out of thin air.
The black air lingered there, staring at the black air, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
With a low spell, a mysterious rune appeared in his hand and shot towards the black air.
However, the black energy easily dodged King Jing's attack, and it seemed to have its own consciousness.
A dazzling light burst out between the two, and the entire room was shrouded in a strange glow.
Lu Zhaoxue flashed like an agile cat and took advantage of the chaos to rush towards Dai Yan.
Her slender fingers danced quickly, and she formed a mysterious spell with one hand.
In an instant, a dazzling white light gushed out from her fingertips, like a nimble white dragon circling and coiling in the air.