Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

Zhu Yan turned around and looked at Nanzhi, worried that she would do something stupid, and said anxiously: "Azhi, don't talk nonsense!"

Zhuo Yichen's grip on the Cloud Light Sword tightened until it hurt. "Zhao Yuanzhou is right, Nanzhi, don't be silly!"

Nanzhi ignored them and continued staring at Chenghuang.

His heart, sunk into the abyss, felt cold, his whole body stiffened, his body felt hollow and when the wind blew, only sourness and bitterness remained.

"I've said before, I'm helping you voluntarily, and I won't let you pay the slightest price." Cheng Huang let out a wry smile, his voice so soft it seemed to be blown away by the wind: "Besides, what do I need your life for?"

"If there's one thing I really want from you, it's that you live well."

"I know you have a kind heart and don't want to betray your friends. You don't like what I've done, but it's not worth it to sacrifice your life just to bring me to justice."

After Cheng Huang finished speaking, he no longer looked at Nanzhi. The last trace of warmth in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a frosty coldness.

He took out his hourglass magic weapon and said to Zhu Yan in a cold voice: "Today I will take the Bai Ze Order. Once I have fulfilled the wishes of enough people, time will go back a hundred thousand years. At that time, I will rewrite the death of the first generation goddess."

"And everything that happens after that will not happen. The First Goddess will always control the Bai Ze Order. All suffering and disasters will be rewritten, and the fate of those who died will also be rewritten."

When he resurrects the first goddess and stops the collapse of the wilderness, his responsibilities will be fulfilled. Then he will be able to take off his shackles and live the life he wants.

I don’t know if Nanzhi will forgive him for what he did to her friends today.

But... these things have to be done...

Besides, as long as Nanzhi lives a peaceful and happy life, it doesn’t matter whether he is by her side or not...

"Zhuo Yichen." Cheng Huang looked at Zhuo Yichen, who was holding the Cloud Light Sword, and beckoned him: "Don't you want your father and brother to come back to life?"

"And Wen Xiao, your father will also come back to life."

Then he looked at Pei Sijing and said, "I have fulfilled your brother's wish. Although he won't come back to life, I will attach his soul to the puppet so that he can stay with you for a long time."

Finally, he looked at Nanzhi and said, "Nanzhi, if the Demon Hunting Bureau hadn't lost its power, your father wouldn't have died."

This is indeed the most powerful temptation. No one can remain unmoved when faced with such temptation.

Everyone was hit by Cheng Huang's precise attack on the softest part of their hearts. The death of their loved ones was the most painful wound in their hearts, and they kept bleeding until the end of their lives. Now that there is a good medicine that can heal the wound, how can they not struggle and waver in their hearts?

Although Cheng Huang did not mention Bai Jiu, Bai Jiu was also shaken in his heart when he thought of his mother being killed by a monster.

He really misses his mother.

Nanzhi recalled the warm times she had spent with her father and the words his father had said to her. She suppressed the pain in her heart and made a decision. A tear ran down Nanzhi's cheek, but her eyes, soaked with water, were filled with determination.

She looked at Cheng Huang and said, "My father...would not like this way of resurrection."

Zhuo Yichen gripped the Yunguang Sword so tightly that his knuckles were cracked. A drop of red blood slid down the hilt onto the sword. The blood of the Bingyi tribe had the effect of stimulating the power of the Yunguang Sword. As the ice-blue light of the Yunguang Sword grew brighter, Zhuo Yichen's expression became more and more determined.

Zhuo Yichen pointed the Cloud Light Sword at Cheng Huang's throat with a cold expression, "Stop misleading the people with your lies! My father and brother have dedicated their lives to the country and the people. They absolutely do not want to be resurrected by stepping on the corpses of the people!"

Wen Xiao looked at Cheng Huang with red eyes: "All lives are equal. Trading one life for another is ultimately selfish."

Pei Sijing placed an arrow on the Shadow Hunting Bow and aimed it at Cheng Huang: "My brother's death was caused by you. I will definitely avenge my brother!"

Zhu Yan looked at Cheng Huang, sympathizing with him, yet feeling sorry for him: "It seems your tricks of bewitching people are no longer working."

"Cheng Huang, you know that the sundial in your hand cannot turn back time. All it can do is store memories."

"You're lying..." Seeing that there was no sign of deception on Zhu Yan's face, Cheng Huang couldn't believe it. He still held on to his shaky trust in Li Lun: "Impossible! Li Lun can't lie to me!"

If Li Lun was lying to him, then everything he did would be a joke!

Unwilling to admit that everything he did was in vain, he could only firmly believe that everything he did would definitely go back to the past!

But the doubts in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and finally, under Zhu Yan's instigation, Cheng Huang crushed the magic weapon.

A red blood mist surrounded everyone.

Nanzhi closed her eyes and opened them again. She saw the gloomy prison, and sitting on the straw, leaning against the wall and resting with his eyes closed was her father.

Nanzhi's eyes instantly turned red. She ran over and grabbed the fence with both hands: "Dad! Dad?!"

She called out to her father and tried to get in, but she couldn't open the lock on the cell.

Looking at the bloody marks on my father's clothes caused by the whipping, tears of anger and heartache could not stop falling.

"Dad!!!" she shouted, hoping her father could hear her.

Her father did open his eyes, but he didn't look at her. Instead, he looked at the white figure standing between him and her.

He was dressed in a white robe, looking cool and noble. His golden hair was braided into an intricate braid but still reached past his knees. One could imagine how long his hair would be if it was let down.

Cheng Huang was tall and stood between the two of them, blocking Nanzhi and his father.

Nanzhi was stunned, staring at Chenghuang's back with tears on her face.

Is this my father's memory? Did something else happen between my father and Cheng Huang?

"Who are you?" asked the father, struggling to stand up with his tortured body, unwilling to show any vulnerability in front of others.

"I will fulfill your wish." Cheng Huang said in a gentle voice.

Because he had his back to Nanzhi, she couldn't see the expression on his face. She remained absolutely quiet and listened attentively, not wanting to miss a single word.

"I sense your strong obsession." Cheng Huang said, "I can help you realize any wish you have."

The father was silent for a long time, his conscience torn between his own and his own desires. Finally, he sighed and said, "My daughter shouldn't be implicated by me. I would like to ask you to rescue her from the dungeon and take her out of Tiandu."

Cheng Huang was puzzled: "Why don't you make a wish so that I can help you overturn the verdict?"

"No need," said the father. "I'm willing to pay everything I have as a price, but it's limited to myself and won't involve anyone else. If you agree, I'm willing to hand over everything I have right now!"

"If you feel it's inappropriate..." The father clenched his hands tightly, his fingers dug into his palms. For the first time, he shed tears and sobbed, "I'll apologize to my daughter when I get to the underground..."