In the calm night, in the dilapidated courtyard, Ling Chuxi's voice was so cold. It was like a piece of ice that lasted ten thousand years, but it was wrapped in a strong anger like a volcano, just waiting for the moment to explode.
"Ling...Senior Sister Ling, why are you here?" Situ Kuangjian said tremblingly, and the depressive energy that was pouring out was forced back.
His hand was still pointing at Meixiu, but when he was at a loss what to do, he even forgot to take it back.
Ling Chuxi ignored him, just looked at the man, with sobs in her throat and tears in her eyes.
The man stood there, staring blankly at Ling Chuxi like a stone sculpture.
His figure is no longer as straight and upright as before. He is as rickety as a waning old man, and his white hair is indescribably haggard. Only between his eyebrows, there is still a faint trace of the arrogance of the past.
"Yichen!" Ling Chuxi's tears finally rolled down her cheeks, splashing with ice flowers.
If one only looked at the hunched figure like a waning old man, with that haggard face, almost no one would be able to recognize that the person in front of him was the cold-as-iron, arrogant Ling Yichen from the past.
But Ling Chuxi will never admit her mistake, no matter what he becomes, she will never admit his mistake.
Scenes of the past emerged in front of her eyes, and at critical moments again and again, the figure standing in front of her like a steel gun seemed to be still shaking in front of her eyes, and Ling Chuxi's heart was shattered.
The eyes were filled with mist, and only silent tears fell down.
Ling Yichen stared at Ling Chuxi for a long time, his eyes filled with surprise at first, then a bit of bitterness, and finally, only endless sadness remained.
"You have the wrong person." After a long time, a hoarse and indifferent voice came from his mouth.
"Yichen, what's wrong with you? What happened?" Ling Chuxi could no longer suppress it, stepped forward, held Ling Yichen's hand tightly, and said with choked sobs.
"Yichen, what's wrong with you?" Ling Chuxi's consciousness felt as she felt a cramp in her heart.
His meridians and sea of qi have all been shattered, so broken that even his spiritual consciousness cannot be found. At this time, Ling Yichen is not comparable to the practitioners in the heaven realm, even the ordinary people in the human space who are suffering from long-term illnesses.
Not comparable.
Ling Chuxi couldn't even imagine how he could survive until now after suffering such serious injuries.
If she guessed correctly, his injuries were caused by the turbulence in space. If he hadn't saved her, how could Ling Yichen have been involved in the turbulence in space, and how could he have been so seriously injured.
Thinking of the faint smile on Ling Yichen's face at the last moment, Ling Chuxi's heart felt like a knife.
"I said, you recognized the wrong person." Ling Yichen retracted his hand and said calmly, but Ling Chuxi clearly saw the tears hidden in his eyes.
Ling Chuxi noticed Ling Yichen's shabby gown and the gap that had been torn when she fell to the ground. Endless sadness surged into her heart, and at the same time, boundless anger also burned.
Ling Chuxi fiercely drew out her long sword and walked towards Situ Kuangjian.
"Senior Sister Ling, the misunderstanding is all a misunderstanding. I didn't know he was your friend." Seeing the murderous intent on Ling Chuxi's face, Situ Kuangjian turned pale with fright and subconsciously stepped back, but did not pull it out at all.
The courage of the sword.
I remember that even when she faced Qin Shaozhong, Ling Chuxi never showed such murderous intent on her face. Obviously, she was really angry.
"Hmph, you're just a spiritual alchemist. Don't think that with Danxin Pavilion supporting you, you can just walk away in Xiuzhou City." He Daojia didn't know how terrifying Ling Chuxi was, so he drew out his long sword and said disdainfully.