On the top of the mountain, on the top of the tree, the branches are quiet, cold and windless.
Di Cheng held Ye Wantong in his arms, sitting alone deep in the branches, looking up at the incomplete crescent moon in the sky. He looked at it dreamily, letting his thoughts drift feebly in his memory, recalling the past.
I have never been so hopeless as today, I have never been so lonely as tonight, and I have never been so...so soulless...so devastated...
In a trance, all pursuits, obsessions, and ideals have become blurred and empty, and everything in the world has returned to silence.
Di Cheng is no longer able to regret, and has no intention to beg. At this moment, his mind is peaceful, as quiet as death. His eyes are dull, looking up at the crescent moon, his heart is as if dead, his tears have dried, and he is unable to plead. He just wants to hold Wantong,
Such eternal...quiet...keeping each other, hugging each other.
Forever and ever, time stands still.
Xi Yuhuang and others were worried about Di Cheng's situation, but they couldn't bear to disturb him, so no one followed him, and stayed far away in the depths of the valley, leaving him a space to relax. No one expected Di Cheng's reaction.
It would be so intense that no one had ever seen him, who was proud of fighting in the world, actually... lost his soul... as if his heart had died...
The darker the night, the quieter the mountain; the night is windless, and the mountain has no trace.
It seems that between heaven and earth, there is only the bright moon, the lovers clinging to each other, and the silent mountains and forests as companions.
The silver moonlight fell silently, creating this beautiful picture. But who can understand the sadness in the beauty, the loneliness in the tranquility, and the pity in the embrace, and who can understand it clearly.
Once dependent on each other, the yin and yang are separated for a moment, what kind of heartache is this.
If I had not accepted the instructions of the old living Buddha, and if I could have accompanied Wantong to King Yao's Mansion, perhaps the outcome would have been the same. At least I would have been by her side, accompanying her through the final journey of her life.
At least, it's not like they just met and just said a few words... and separated life and death...
If he had been more decisive in his dealings, if he had been more broad-minded in his generals, perhaps Tianmen would be stronger, perhaps he would have fought far away from Miao territory, perhaps... Wantong would not have died tragically...
Di Cheng owes Wantong too much.
I don't know how long it took, but a white shadow broke the beautiful and peaceful scene, falling silently next to Di Cheng.
Under the moonlight, the white clothes are misty, the hair is as white as snow, and the veil is white, like a dream.
Dicheng didn't realize it at all. He stared at the waning moon in the sky, holding his lover softly in his arms, silently recounting the promises he made and recalling the past.
The woman in white came silently and "accompanied" her silently. For a long time, when the crescent moon crossed the sky, the night fell into darkness, and a cold wind blew across the mountain top, and the peaceful atmosphere was finally broken.
"In the face of fate, everything is fragile. A beautiful face cannot escape the ravages of fate." The woman in white finally spoke, her voice was ethereal, filled with a bit of ice-coldness like snow.
Di Cheng was dazed and dazed, still immersed in his own consciousness, or locked in the depths of his consciousness.
"Daughters of body poison, ruthless and unrighteous, have risen in struggle and fallen in tragedy since ancient times. No one has ever experienced love, except...their sisters. Perhaps this is a little compensation from fate for their rough life."
Di Cheng's eyes swayed slightly, but he was still lost in memory, with no sign of recovery. The arms and wrists holding Wantong tightened silently, as if he was afraid of losing, as if he longed to embrace each other. Subconsciously, there was a strong feeling
Infatuation and obsession.
After a long silence, the woman in white looked up at the night sky. The boundless darkness and the shining starlight were cold, clear, or boundless and profound: "Who in the world can detoxify? Who can see the poison in the body?"
The mystery? Who...can kill a girl with body poison..."
"It's ridiculous that the three tantric sects are making false claims to save the poisonous woman."
"Is it to save? To harm? To temper? Or to push to despair?"
"The number of poisons refining in Miaojiang has been passed down since ancient times. The process of refining poisons is a lot of hardships. How can it be said that it will be broken if it is broken, and it will be solved if it is solved?"
"It's ridiculous that he is unable to struggle, which ultimately aggravates the body poisoning outbreak."
The woman in white clothes spoke softly as if talking to herself, and the faint cold words echoed in the sky and the ground like a magic sound, drifting among the mountains and woods, bit by bit pulling Di Cheng back from the depths of his consciousness.
When his eyes returned to focus, and when he saw clearly what was in front of him, Di Cheng's dazed consciousness turned to indifference: "Is it you?"
"I can save her, as long as you can afford it!" the woman said again.
Di Cheng did not express his position, but said: "You have obviously been poisoned!"
The woman also did not answer, and continued: "Ye Wantong is not dead, and Ye Wantong should be saved. She is in a state of suspended animation now, and she still has a very weak breath, but... if she does not rescue her within ten hours, even the King of Hell will not be able to push her away.
Return to the earthly world."
Di Cheng looked steadily at the woman in white in front of him. After a while, he asked again: "The medicine pavilion is heavily guarded. Who let you out?"
The woman met Di Cheng's gaze: "Are you willing to take a gamble?"
The two of them were asking and answering questions, as if they were all following their own consciousness, but there was some connection between them.
After staring for a long time, Di Cheng's expression gradually became solemn: "Who are you!!"
"For the time being, someone who can save her."
"Conditions." Di Cheng pretended to be calm, but his already dead eyes flickered with a bit of heat. Although he was full of doubts, even though he was vigilant and surprised, even though he sensed some danger, at this moment... everything was very important.
But Ye Wantong!!
I was already desperate and heartbroken, but I didn't expect that God would care for me at this moment, bringing light to the darkness of despair. Even though Di Cheng's mood swings were too intense today, he still couldn't help but look forward to it.
Fake death? Save?
bet??
Gamble!! Wantong is already dead, what can be worse than this? Even if it is scheming, nothing can be gained, so Di Cheng would rather take a gamble. As long as Wantong can be saved, no matter what the conditions,
Everyone can agree.
"I have three requests, and you must agree. As long as you nod, I can resurrect her within half an hour, and completely eliminate the worry of body poison within ten days."
"Say!!" Seeing the affirmation in the other party's tone, Di Cheng's hope grew bigger and bigger, and his breathing became a little rapid. It was because he had experienced the deepest despair just now that he felt the intensity of hope at this moment.
"The first request is that the meeting between you and me tonight should be erased from your mind forever."
Hmm? Di Cheng was a little surprised. Request? Can this be considered a request? "It's totally fine. The second one..."
"Second, third, I won't tell you for now. When the time is right, I will come to see you again. Then... I hope you can still remember today's agreement."
Di Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the woman in white.
"Remember one sentence, I can save her or destroy her." The woman in white took out two delicate jade bottles and threw them to Di Cheng: "Two antidotes, one pill and one potion, mix them and take them.
There are two doses, one for Ye Wantong and one for Ye Wantong. After taking it, they will have a chance to survive again.
But...I can tell you clearly that there are other ingredients in the antidote. One day in the future, if you choose to refuse when I make a request, the price...will be borne by yourself."
Di Cheng caught the jade bottle and looked at the woman in white for a moment: "I thought your second request was... to let you go."
The woman in white ignored it and glanced at the old and disfigured Ye Wantong in Di Cheng's arms: "In ten days, she will recover, but in this life, she can only be an ordinary person and will never be able to appear in your eight tribes.
There is mental preparation in the team."
As long as he is resurrected, everything is worth it; if he can become an ordinary person, that is what Di Cheng wants. He really doesn't want his woman to have a special 'opportunity' again. So... without hesitation, Di Cheng poured out a crystal clear
Carefully put the red pill to Ye Wantong's mouth, and then pour the milky white potion from another jade bottle into it. Use artificial respiration to slowly send the melted potion into Wantong's throat.
The woman in white stopped staying and disappeared silently, leaving only a whisper as cold as frost: "Meeting you may be a little compensation from God. Di Cheng, treat her well."