I traveled through time with my best friend.

"Cough cough..." Chongming endured it all the way, but finally he squatted down in pain and started coughing.

"Who are you doing this for?" a cold voice sounded.

Chongming forced himself to stand up, turned around and looked at Qingye who was standing behind him, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why are you here?"

"I came to see if you are dead?" Qing Ye's unhappy voice sounded.

"Hehe, don't worry, you won't die." Chongming said with a wry smile.

"Humph." Qing Ye quickly put the dagger in his hand against Zhong Ming's neck and said coldly: "I said, when I see you again, it's either you or I."

Chongming pursed his lips with difficulty, his pale face soaked with sweat. There was no trace of tension in his eyes. He said calmly: "Since I owe you, I have nothing to say." After that, he closed his eyes.

Qing Ye frowned, and seeing that Chong Ming did not resist at all, he said angrily: "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"You will." Chongming said with his eyes closed.

Qingye saw that Chongming did not struggle, and put down the dagger angrily, "You..."

Before he could finish his words, Chongming collapsed.

Qing Ye quickly supported Chongming and saw that Chongming's face was even paler than before, so he put his hand on Chongming's wrist to feel his pulse.

After a moment, Qingye looked at Chongming in surprise, "You really left Jingming Hall?"

However, Chongming had already fallen into a coma at this time.

"Chongming? Chongming?" Qingye shouted, but Chongming didn't move. A hint of worry flashed in Qingye's eyes, and he immediately carried Chongming back to the inn.

In the inn.

After Qingye fed Chongming the medicine, Chongming slowly woke up. Looking at the unfamiliar environment, Chongming was about to get up from the bed.

Qing Ye's voice came from the side, "If you don't want to live anymore, just move?"

Zhongming paused and looked at Qingye who was sitting at the table. His pale lips moved slightly and he spoke hoarsely, "Why did you save me?"

Qing Ye looked at Chong Ming and said angrily: "Don't get me wrong, I saved you just to let you die in my hands."

Chongming looked at Qingye and turned his head away angrily, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He coughed twice and said nothing.

When Qing Ye heard Chongming cough, he could not help but turned around, stood up, walked to Chongming, and asked, "Why do you want to leave Jingming Hall?"

Chongming raised his eyes and looked at Qingye, saying, "I just want to leave."

"You..." Qing Ye approached Chong Ming with a sullen face and said, "Do you know that once you experience the heart-wrenching pain, you won't live long?"

"Isn't this exactly what you want? It saves you from having to do anything." Chongming said with a smile.

"Zhongming!" Qingye looked at Zhongming seriously and said through gritted teeth, "I have changed my mind now. I will not let you die. I want you to live and make you repent every day."

"Heh, I killed your parents and massacred your Southern Territory nation. Are you sure you want me to live?"

"Don't mention the Southern Region to me, you don't deserve it!" Qing Ye pinched Chongming's neck and looked at Chongming sharply.

But I didn't use any strength in my hands at all.

Chongming knew that Qingye couldn't do it, so he tried to provoke him, saying, "Qingye, if you don't kill me, your parents will hate you even in their graves. Have you forgotten their screams in the flames?"

"Stop talking!"

"Only by killing me can you calm the torment in your heart, and only then can you be worthy of them and your Southern Region!"

"I told you to stop talking!" Qingye shouted loudly and pushed Chongming away.

Chongming fell heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

After seeing this, Qing Ye realized that he had been too heavy-handed. A hint of worry flashed across his eyes, and he was about to step forward.

Chongming raised his eyes and looked at Qingye, and said softly: "Qingye, if you don't kill me, you will regret it in the future."

"You don't need to tell me." Qing Ye was afraid that he would hurt Chongming again, so he knocked him out with a palm and put him back on the bed.

Looking at Chongming lying quietly on the bed with a pale face, Qingye felt very complicated. Logically speaking, he was the enemy who killed his parents and destroyed his country, so killing him would not be enough for him. However, seeing that he was suffering from heart-wrenching pain and did not have much time left, he wanted him to live.

Thinking of the time when they were in Fengyun Tower before, when Chongming fell ill in order to save him, Qingye clenched his hands and turned away.

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The deepest part of the barren mountain.

Pei Zhijin and Jiang Xue warmed a pot of wine and sat in the house. The charcoal fire was burning brightly and the house was very warm.

Wenchuan and Wenyu walked in at the same time.

"Sir, there is news from the capital that His Majesty has suddenly fainted and King Cheng has gone to the palace."

Wen Yu said, "Sir, General Xuan has also secretly sneaked into the vicinity of the barren mountain. He will immediately surround the bandits and catch them off guard as soon as you give the order."

"Okay, let's wait."

"Now that King Cheng has entered the palace and General Xuan is ready, what are we waiting for?" Jiang Xue asked.

"Wait for Gu Yu."

"What are you waiting for Gu Yu to do?"

"He has sneaked into the palace with Liu Yu. It won't be too late for us to take action after he sends a message."

Jiang Xue nodded. "So all we can do now is wait?"

"Correct."

Jiang Xue took out a few glasses of warm wine, looked at Wen Chuan and Wen Yu and said, "It's a rare leisure time, sit down and take a rest?"

Wenchuan and Wenyu looked at each other and sat down.

However, at this time in Wanhe Hall, Lin Yiyi looked at Mu Feng anxiously and asked, "How is Xue'er's search going?"

Mu Feng shook his head and said, "We have sent people to look for it in the barren mountain. King Cheng's people are also looking there. So far, neither side has found it."

Lin Yiyi paced back and forth in the room anxiously, "What should I do? Xue'er, please don't get hurt."

Zhu Feng ran in anxiously from outside, "Sister Yiyi, the young marquis wants you to come over."

Lin Yiyi thought something had happened to Wang Ziyan, so she walked out quickly without asking any questions.

Wang Ziyan only heard the door slam and Lin Yiyi walked in quickly. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wang Ziyan looked at Lin Yiyi's anxious eyes and said with a smile: "It's not me, it's it."

"It?" Lin Yiyi followed Wang Ziyan's gaze and looked towards the window. A completely black bird was standing quietly in front of the window, flapping its wings.

Wang Ziyan's voice rang out, "Lord Pei sent a message. I can't go down. You go and take a look."

Lin Yiyi nodded, walked slowly to the window, took the letter box from the bird's leg, looked at the bird, touched its head, and said softly: "Go."

The bird immediately flapped its wings and flew away.

Lin Yiyi walked to the bedside, opened the letter and started reading. Then she looked at Wang Ziyan happily and said, "That's great. Xue'er is fine."

"What else did you say?" asked Wang Ziyan.

Just as Lin Yiyi was about to speak, she realized something and looked at Wang Ziyan with narrowed eyes and asked, "Have you been in contact with Lord Pei?"

"We've always been in touch." Wang Ziyan said with a smile.

Lin Yiyi handed the letter to Wang Ziyan and whispered, "You have been in contact, and you said you couldn't get out of bed."