eurekapd Chapter 649 I Don't Owe You Anything
Chapter 649 I Don't Owe You Anything
Chen Huasheng paused for a moment, then turned his head and gave a normal smile: "Naturally, it's because my junior brother from Danfeng has made further progress."
Shen Qingqing closed her eyes.
Chen Huasheng thought she was too tired and needed to rest, so he planned to go outside to keep watch. Just as he reached the door, he suddenly heard Shen Qingqing's cold voice from inside.
--"fraud."
It's a liar.
Even though he had cast several dust-removing spells on himself, he still couldn't stop the constant stench of blood emanating from his wounds.
After wiping the heavy sword with a clean cloth, Chen Huasheng sat outside, amidst the blue sky and white clouds, watching over the person inside, repeatedly wiping the razor-sharp blade.
Shen Qingqing opened her eyes and stared blankly at the canopy above her head. In her mind, the system's voice kept circling, urging her to get up and take action quickly.
[Host, the last attempt has failed. You must make a decision.]
[If you rush to the Outer Heavens now, you might be able to take advantage of the war between the two realms, reap the benefits, and ascend smoothly.]
[This is a golden opportunity; please consider this carefully, host.]
Think it through carefully, and ascend smoothly...
Yes, she still has a lot to do. Her points are running out, and she must rush to the Outer Realm now. This is her last chance. This small world is about to be destroyed, and she cannot die with it.
She must live, live a long, long life, and live more joyfully than anyone else!
But... she suddenly felt so tired. Why did she have to be so tired to live? After climbing one mountain, there was another. The mountains seemed endless, and her suffering seemed to have no end either.
She pulled the blanket over her head and buried it tightly, wishing the suffocating darkness could engulf her forever.
There's no need to be sober, and no need to think about the future.
Xuan Ling really wanted to kill her. Even though she used a lot of miraculous medicines and healing formations, it took more than half a month for her injuries to heal to about 70%. Her severed arm was reattached, and the pain was excruciating, but she slowly recovered under Chen Huasheng's careful care.
As usual, Chen Huasheng picked her up, placed her in his homemade wheelchair, and pushed her out to bask in the sun.
Feeling the warmth on her body, Shen Qingqing suddenly remembered what had happened not long after she transmigrated to this small cultivation world. At that time, she was unfamiliar with the place and didn't even speak the language. She was almost starved to death by the indifferent relatives and elders of her clan. She barely managed to crawl out of the dog hole and, in a daze, saw a pink and white skirt fall in front of her, like soft petals piled up with frost and snow.
She raised her head in the gentle light, and a deity bowed his head to her, his compassionate gaze reflecting the finest frost flowers in her pupils.
So beautiful, so clean, so unattainable.
That was the first time she met her senior sister.
That was the first time she had so clearly perceived her own lowliness and wretchedness, covered in mud, which made her so ashamed that she felt she shouldn't have appeared in front of her at all.
The weather seemed to be like that back then too; it was beautiful, sunny, and with a gentle breeze.
"Would you like some red spirit berries?" Chen Huasheng handed her a spirit fruit.
Shen Qingqing blinked, then lowered her head and took a bite of his outstretched hand, her curled tongue inadvertently brushing against his fingertips.
Chen Huasheng's hand trembled slightly. He hurriedly stuffed the spirit fruit into her arms, his face burning as he withdrew his hand. He wanted to escape, but didn't want to leave. He hesitated in place, speechless.
Shen Qingqing hadn't expected this unexpected turn of events, and her cheeks flushed slightly. She glanced at Chen Huasheng, then quickly turned her head away as if nothing had happened.
An awkward silence fell between the two of them.
Finally, Chen Huasheng spoke up: "Does your arm still hurt? Or should I go get it for you again..."
Shen Qingqing leaned forward and boldly grabbed his hand as he was about to leave.
"Senior Brother Chen..."
Chen Huasheng held his breath and turned to look at her.
A gentle breeze ruffled the wisps of hair on Shen Qingqing's forehead. Her eyes were bright as spring, as if a hundred flowers were blooming in them, pure and beautiful.
"Let's be together, okay?"
Chen Huasheng was stunned. Before he could react, Shen Qingqing had already grabbed his arm, slowly stood up, and then moved closer little by little, pressing her thin, red lips against his eyes.
Chen Huasheng's pupils trembled, and he was speechless for a moment.
Shen Qingqing didn't give him a chance to speak. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips from bottom to top.
Autumn frost and rain patter on the moist embankment, while sparse rain falls obliquely across the east, weeping softly.
The crimson clouds shine brightly, yet my heart remains distant; the goddess, though seemingly devoted, plays a game of indifference.
A moment of pleasure, a fleeting love affair; a night of springtime, a predestined relationship.
The wind stopped and the rain ceased, and the first rays of dawn appeared.
Chen Huasheng held the delicate girl in his arms, whispered in her ear, and pleaded, "Qingqing, please don't leave. Let's stay here, away from all the trouble. I'll be with you..."
Her fair, lotus-root-like arms stretched out from under the covers, hooking around the back of his neck. Her warm breath tickled his chin, like the most alluring fairy in the dark night.
"Brother Watson, I'm cold..."
"hold me……"
Spring blossoms fall to the ground, filling the room with tenderness.
Long afterward, everything returned to calm. Shen Qingqing rose, draped in her veil, and bent down to stroke the hair on Chen Huasheng's forehead, her gaze lingering on his brows and eyes.
"...I don't owe you anything anymore..."
[Host, it's time to go.]
The light suddenly dimmed, and Shen Qingqing waved her hand, instantly covering her entire body in a dress adorned with gold and silver threads.
"You didn't hurt him, right?"
[He's just asleep; he'll wake up in three hours.]
Shen Qingqing nodded. She got off the bed and prepared to leave, but when she reached the door, she suddenly felt reluctant and wanted to turn back.
[Host, are you really sure you want to give up everything for him?]
Shen Qingqing remained silent and closed the door.
Some things are like a mirage, ultimately beyond her reach.
Some things are like thorns on the road; even if they are riddled with holes, you still have to keep going.
"Qing, Qing..."
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Stepping onto this scorched earth once more, all I could see were ruins obliterated after the great battle. The dried-up waterbeds on the ground looked as if they had been scorched by the blazing sun, and one collapsed mountain after another lay on the distant horizon, like dusty shadows, silently shrouding the entire world.
Spatial rifts were visible across the land. Looking up, the crimson sun and moon hung at opposite ends of the celestial sphere. In the distorted view, bones littered the ground, and a chilling aura filled the sky.
Every inch of this land, every rock, is stained with blood. Countless souls are buried here, and countless tears and blood have stained the wounds.
In the dim, red-glowing world, only a massive golden magic circle, half-suspended in the sky, slowly rotated. The light from the circle was pure and warm, and within it, the ancient and intricate runes, weathered by time, still radiated a mysterious and forbidden glow.