The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 231 The Tragedy of Yuqing [Part 8]

"Yuqing...you silly girl, hold on!" The spatial confinement was completely lifted. Feng Ling, his eyes bloodshot, picked up the woman in green and frantically stuffed one spiritually rich pill after another into her mouth, but he could not stop her life force from draining away in the slightest.

“Girl…” The second and third elders came to Feng Ling’s side together. Looking at the haggard woman in his arms, who was bleeding profusely and whose breath was about to leave her, the two elders’ voices choked and their hearts were breaking.

"Second Grandmaster... Third Grandmaster... Don't cry, Yuqing still remembers... You promised... to take me... home... to find my mother..." Spitting out another mouthful of blood, Feng Yuqing's voice was intermittent, and a trace of regret and sorrow flashed in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, the second and third elders lowered their heads, tears streaming down their faces, unable to suppress their grief any longer, as memories of the girl flooded their minds.

She used to be willful and capricious, causing trouble everywhere, and they were always the ones who had to clean up her messes, only to have her scratch their ears and pull their beards.

Now she has grown into a graceful and charming young woman, but she is like a weak and helpless lotus flame, as if she could be blown away by a gentle breeze. There is no trace of the mischievous little witch she once was.

"Feng Ling...stop, listen to me..." As her life force rapidly dissipated and she realized that there was no way to save her, Feng Yuqing raised her trembling, icy hand and placed it on the purple-clad man's cheek.

"I know you've always treated me like a younger sister, but I don't regret it... If there's an afterlife... I wish to... accompany you as you comb your hair, and sleep side by side with you on our pillows..."

"Yuqing, stop talking..." Gently holding the delicate, boneless hand, Feng Ling watched as the woman in his arms breathed weaker and weaker, and a deep sense of self-reproach and grief rose in his heart.

Humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings! Every word and every sentence Feng Yuqing spoke touched Feng Ling's heart and pierced his soul.

Sister, do I really only see her as a sister? From the moment Feng Ling entered the Jade Purity Sect, he had a mischievous and clingy little devil by his side.

When the Ghost-Locking Tower stood up for him, it caused a rift with the Jade Purity Sect Master. Later, in Sunset City, he silently accompanied her; at Qiaojian Peak, a passionate kiss; in the dueling arena, he shielded her from a sword with his own body…

The things the other party has done, one by one, cannot be summed up simply by the word "brother and sister"! "Yuqing, I promise you! No need for the next life, in this life... I am willing to comb your hair, and promise you a thousand lifetimes of reincarnation, and ten thousand lifetimes of beautiful makeup!"

A delicate wooden comb materialized, slowly gliding through her smooth, jet-black hair, releasing a tantalizingly sweet fragrance that pierced the heart.

Feng Ling's gaze gradually hardened, concealing the sorrow deep within his eyes as he looked at the woman in his arms with deep affection.

It wasn't that Feng Ling was heartless and indifferent to Feng Yuqing's love; rather, he feared that having too many entanglements would become a fatal weakness, detrimental to both himself and others.

Little did Feng Ling know that during his daily interactions in Sunset City, two stunningly beautiful women had quietly entered his heart and become his Achilles' heel.

"Feng Ling...in the next life...we'll meet again!" Two clear tears streamed down her cheeks. The woman in green closed her eyes, her jade-like hands fell to the ground, and a faint smile of happiness lingered on the corner of her mouth, which was stained with blood.

"Yuqing!" The woman in his arms was lifeless. Feng Ling's eyes flashed, and a cold and arrogant aura surged wildly, becoming murderous, dark, and violent!
The second and third elders were shocked. They had never seen Feng Ling with such a terrifying side. He was like a completely different person, no longer the gentle and elegant man he once was.

But at this moment, the two of them obviously had no time to consider Feng Ling's unexpected turn of events.

"Tianjue only has this one precious daughter, and the two of us absolutely cannot let this girl perish!"

Two aged voices spoke in unison. The Second Elder, with his beard and hair fluttering, exchanged a knowing glance with the Third Elder, who then nodded and smiled.

Every time a baby hatches, it's a new beginning!
Life is not sustained by hope; rather, hope arises from perseverance… Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages present a pure land for your souls.

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(End of this chapter)