"Although we have been separated for thirteen years, my heart and feelings for Diewu have never changed. I will use all the time left in my life to make up for what I owe you, so... you are annoying and hateful to me.
I want to punish me... You can do whatever you want, but you must never leave me again. I have already lost Ruoruo, so I must never lose you again." Ling Chen hugged her tighter and tighter, murmuring like a dream.
The Sword Emperor is Xuanyuan Diewu, and he is absolutely convinced of this. Xuanyuan Diewu has been avoiding him since she recognized him, and today she decided to leave again. He always thought that he was the one who broke her heart...after all, she had sacrificed for him.
In her life, when she met again, she found that he was with another girl. This was undoubtedly a huge blow to her who was deeply infatuated. Even if she hated her because of love, she should do it.
When Xuanyuan Diewu was in danger in the new city, she would appear immediately and protect the city with all her strength, proving that she did not hate him purely. Therefore... he thought that after he said these words, Xuanyuan Diewu's determined heart would soften.
He no longer left. However, the body in his arms began to struggle again, and the struggle was even more intense than before.
"I am not Xuanyuan Diewu...she is already dead...I am not her!"
While struggling desperately, she shouted with all her strength. Her voice was still hoarse, but it contained sobs that could no longer be concealed, and an almost heartbreaking despair.
Shadisika has been watching them quietly beside Ling Chen. From Ling Chen's words, she can guess what kind of relationship they have and what happened. There is a hint of emotion in Ling Chen's words.
The emotion was soft and sincere, enough to make any girl's heart melt. She originally thought that the Sword Emperor would fall, but she didn't expect that it would be a more violent struggle. She raised her cheek curiously and looked at the figure who was struggling violently...
...Suddenly, her eyebrows jumped suddenly, a look of deep surprise appeared on her face, and her eyes fixedly looked at the Sword Emperor for a long time...
"Die Wu! How could I mistake you for you!"
"I'm not her...she's already dead...she died thirteen years ago...my name is Feng Xieyu, not Xuanyuan Diewu!"
"Die Wu..." The Sword Emperor's resistance made him a little at a loss. Xuanyuan Die Wu had a deep affection for him. They reunited after thirteen years of separation. Even if she had resentment, it shouldn't be like this! He hugged the sword tightly.
The emperor refused to let her break away, and said heartbrokenly: "I know I have failed you, and you deserve to hate me no matter how much you hate me, but..."
"She doesn't hate you!" The Sword Emperor shook his head vigorously, with growing wet marks spreading on his face: "What she faced back then was your death. To her, it was the cruelest thing in the world, and
You are not dead, which is the greatest happiness in the world for her. After losing something, finding something again after death, besides being grateful to God, what else will she complain about and hate? That girl named Ruoruo, she only has endless gratitude
, because she has been with you all the time. As long as you live happily with her, she will only be happy and at ease... She will give everything for you, and even if she resents the whole world, she will never resent you. But...
...I am not Xuanyuan Diewu, she is really...dead...I am not her!"
Ling Chen was stunned, and the strength in his arms gradually lost in despair.
Die Wu doesn't hate him... Yes, it's always her own unilateral guilt. With Die Wu's delicate and delicate character, no matter how big a mistake she makes, she won't blame herself, so how can she hate him.
Even if I hate the whole world, I can never hate you...
Isn’t she really Die Wu?
No! She is Die Wu, absolutely~ absolutely not wrong. But why is this happening...why...
"Are you really not... Die Wu?" The strength in his arms completely lost, until they fell down. Ling Chen looked at the Sword Emperor with a dull look, his voice was weak and lonely.
After struggling for a long time, she finally got rid of it. The Sword Emperor did not leave again. She shook her head forcefully and resolutely: "I'm not..."
"then who are you?"
"My name is... Feng Xieyu." The Sword Emperor's voice contained a suppressed tremor.
"Then do you know who Die Wu is to me?" Ling Chen looked at her and said softly.
"..."
"She is my wife." Ling Chen's voice was soft and gentle, with heart-warming tenderness in his eyes.
The Sword Emperor's body trembled, and he burst into tears for a moment.
Ling Chen raised his head, his eyes blurred, as if he was telling the sky the scene that would always be hidden in his heart: "That night thirteen years ago, Diewu held me in his arms, bathed in the moonlight, and for a long time by that creek, she was always there
She comforted me and told me that I must not lose confidence in my life. She would try her best to save my life... Even when facing me who was about to die, she took out a red rope and
One end was tied to the little finger of my right hand, and the other end was tied to the little finger of her left hand."
Ling Chen's vision became hazy. He still clearly remembered every scene that happened that night... Even on the day of his real death, he would not be able to forget it.
"This one is the red rope that Yue Lao ties us together tightly. One end of the red rope is connected to you, and the other end is connected to me. Brother Tianya, do you know what this means? Hee... it means
, From now on, I, Xuanyuan Diewu, have become brother Tianya’s wife, today, and for the rest of my life. And brother Tianya, become my husband, Xuanyuan Diewu, and we will be together forever, no matter what happens, nothing will happen.
They will be separated, and no one can leave the other."
"I, Xuanyuan Diewu, am willing to be the wife of brother Tianya. My brother Tianya and I were born on the same day, same year, same month, and I would rather die on the same year, same month, and same day as brother Tianya. This life only belongs to brother Tianya. Please bear witness to what I, Xuanyuan Diewu, have said.
Every word, every word, if violated, will be irreversible. Please God bless Brother Tianya and I to be together forever no matter what happens."
He recited the words Xuanyuan Diewu said back then. Thirteen years later, he recited not a single word wrong. Because this was the most beautiful voice and language he had ever heard in his life, and it was the most beautiful voice and language in his mind.
The memory that will never be erased is also his greatest spiritual support during those years in "heaven" and "hell".
The Sword Emperor's thin shoulders were trembling violently, and he was suppressing himself to prevent himself from crying.
"At that time, Diewu was still a child, but with a seriousness and piety that was inconsistent with his age, facing me who was infected with the terrible virus, he made an oath at the cost of cursing himself, tying his life that had just begun to
She gave her to me, a person who could die at any time. I will never be able to repay her feelings in my whole life. To have such a wife, even if I suffer ten times more suffering, I will still thank God."
Ling Chen lowered his head, looked at the Sword Emperor with his eyes, and raised the corner of his mouth with a slight arc: "'Brother Tianya, become my Xuanyuan Diewu's husband, we will be together forever, no matter what happens,
They will be separated, and no one can leave the other. This is what Diewu said and the oath she swore, and she will definitely abide by it, right...right?"
"But...but I..." The Sword Emperor covered his chest with his right hand and was already sobbing.
"Diewu and I have really faced each other's death." Ling Chen was still smiling. He quietly reached out and gently hugged the Sword Emperor's shoulders: "Even death can't completely separate us.
, what else can stop us from being together? I am not dead, and Die Wu is not dead either, but Die Wu is avoiding me now. I know that Die Wu is such a kind girl, the reason why she avoids me is only possible
One is that she is facing some difficulties, or something bad has happened to her, and she is afraid that it will implicate me...Am I right?"
"No...it's not..." Jianhuang shook his head hastily and retreated weakly.
"Then, is it because Diewu doesn't want to be my wife and doesn't want to be with me?"
"No! That's not the case." The Sword Emperor became even more panicked, his voice breaking.
"If the same thing happened to me, would you like me to leave you like you, or face it with you? Do you think it would be more sad to face it with you, or to leave you?
Sad?" Ling Chen asked quietly.
"I...I..." The Sword Emperor retreated step by step, and finally could no longer suppress his sobs.
"Life and death have not separated us. Are you really willing to separate us again because of something that may be just a small thing? Is this really what you want? You want to make yourself sad for a lifetime, and at the same time let
Am I sad for the rest of my life?" Ling Chen said softly, slowly, he opened his arms and faced the Sword Emperor: "If you still think that you are not my Die Wu and do not want to continue to be my wife,
Then, you can turn around...if you are my wife, my Diewu...come to my side."
The air condensed briefly, and then was filled with a sad emotion. The Sword Emperor's shoulders were constantly trembling and twitching, and the gray face towel had been completely wet... Finally, under Ling Chen's eyes, which was full of tenderness and longing.
Under the sight, her psychological defense completely collapsed, all scruples completely collapsed in an instant, and all that was left in the world was the haunting figure in front of her.
"Tianya...brother!"
This cry was like a cuckoo crying for blood, with countless emotions mixed in it, almost breaking Ling Chen's heart... But this time, the voice was a pure girl's voice, without any pretense of obscurity and hoarseness.
. She threw herself at Ling Chen, threw herself on his chest with all her strength, and began to cry heartily and heartily.
Who can know how sad and desperate she felt when she learned about Tianya's death? Who can know how much she has endured and suppressed over the years? Who can understand the endless joy, pain and pain in her heart when she knew he was still alive?
struggle……
Putting his hands gently on her back, Ling Chen closed his moist eyes and smiled reassuringly. Finally, his butterfly dance came back. No matter what happened to her or around her, as long as she came back
Yes, everything else is insignificant compared to it.
Satisika also laughed softly, seemingly even happier than Ling Chen.
Xuanyuan Diewu's crying was earth-shattering. She seemed to want to vent all her emotions for the past thirteen years at once. She kept crying for more than half an hour until her voice became hoarse from crying and the clothes on Ling Chen's chest were completely ripped off.
Shi. Lingchen has been holding her gently, motionless and silent, letting her vent... It's great to be able to hug Die Wu like this again, a scene that only appeared in dreams in the past.
Finally, Xuanyuan Diewu was tired from crying, and her crying gradually became quieter. She nestled against Ling Chen's chest, listened to his heartbeat, and put all her weight on him... This feeling was very important to her.
It also only appears in dreams.
"Finally can't bear to cry anymore?" Ling Chen patted her back, lowered his head and said with a smile. He stretched out his hand and touched her cloak and hat... Thirteen years, a full thirteen years, he was so
I eagerly want to know how Die Wu will be in a state of enchantment thirteen years from now.
As soon as he touched the edge, his hand was grabbed in panic by a hand wrapped in gray cloth.
"Diewu, let me see you, okay?" Ling Chen held her hand and whispered in her ear.
Xuanyuan Diewu lay on his chest and did not get up. Her voice was as ethereal as the wind: "Brother Tianya, I haven't seen you for so many years. You look...more and more girls like you. No wonder there are so many beautiful girls around you. But
...But...if I turned into an ugly monster, would you still...have me?"
"Haha!" Ling Chen smiled and asked, "Then if I turn into an ugly monster, will Diewu still be willing to be my wife?"
Xuanyuan Diewu nodded reflexively: "Yes, of course I am willing, I...I..."
"That's right, my answer is of course the same as Diewu's." Ling Chen shook the little hand that was holding his heart: "We are husband and wife, we advance and retreat together, we share honor and disgrace, we share hardships, we share life and death, and we will never leave. Don't say anything about me.
Diewu has become an ugly monster. Even if she becomes a beggar, becomes a cripple, or becomes a heinous villain, she is still my Diewu, my wife, and her position in my heart cannot be replaced by anyone."
Xuanyuan Diewu's shoulders twitched again, and the tears that she thought had been dried up were once again vented silently.
"Besides, my Diewu was so beautiful when she was a child. When she grows up, she will definitely be a beautiful woman with a beautiful country. There is no way she is ugly." Ling Chen said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt
Xuanyuan Diewu's body in her arms trembled violently, and an extremely sad and heartbreaking emotion was released from her body and spread to the depths of his heart.
Ling Chen's heart thumped suddenly, and a terrible guess suddenly appeared in his mind...
Could it be that Diewu...she...
Could it be that the reason why she has been avoiding him... could be...
