Born to Disappear

Chapter 73

Han Siyu felt her hearing was troubled, then looked at Xie Shaosheng beside her. He knew very well, this third junior of his was not the type to play around with. More about big things like this.

So, Xie Shaosheng's remarks should be correct.

"This Xuan Qing, it's so emotional."

Xie Shaosheng was speechless hearing Han Siyu's comment. Emotional is the right word. Compared to winning or losing, Yuan Qing relied more on his emotions when dealing with Hualing. Instead of

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To get to this level, Yuan Qing had swallowed thousands of evil spirits within the demon abyss. His days were filled with pain by torn flesh and torn souls. Not one day did he have a good day.

However, despite his repeatedly thinning resolve, the Hualing that appeared in his memories would thicken the wall of determination that was on the verge of being destroyed.

There are times when on the verge of consciousness, in will dream of some things repeatedly.

In the dream, He was standing in front of an ice mirror. A man with an appearance he was familiar with, but a stranger reflected on the surface of the mirror.

The eyes of the phoenix, the bridge of the nose high and the jaw firmly. His gaze was ice-cold with an undisguised immortal aura.

The same appearance as hers, but Yuan Qing knew it wasn't him.

The war god Xue, Xue Yuan Qing.

That must be him. Because in this world there is no one with a similar appearance to him except that man.

Yuan Qing felt that dream was the longest dream in his life. In the dream, he saw with the man's eyes, touching with the man's hands, but all was not in his control. In other words, he was just a soul hiding within the consciousness of the God.

He saw how the War God Xue in the legends completed the report every day, going to the heavenly court every two days, patrolling the borders of the heavenly region every five days and occasionally going through a big fight.

It seems that being a God is also exhausting.

However, among all the parts of the dream, there was one part that Yuan Qing had never forgotten. It was the only time Xue Yuan Qing had swallowed a loss in her fight.

Without interest Yuan Qing saw the God entering his room, stripped off his armor and robe then ordered a hot water God servant with a clean cloth.

Yuan Qing still remembered how bad the wound was. Bad enough to make the God's servants tremble. Although it does not hurt internal organs, it will take a lot of time and effort to make it recover.

Xue Yuan Qing rubbed the edge of the wound without any change in facial features, as if all she cleaned was just a small cut on her fingertips instead of an incision extending from the chest to the abdomen. Seeing this, Yuan Qing felt this God's resistance to pain was no worse than his.

Really not bad.

After cleaning the wound in a perfunctory manner, Xue Yuan Qing threw the stained cloth back into the vessel, dyeing the clear water a dazzling red.

His point of view changed as the God moved towards the study table and grabbed the jade box with intricate carvings between the neatly arranged items, then carried it to the carved bed.

The jade box was opened with a certain formation, and it appeared that a jade bell was resting within it.

Xue Yuan Qing grabbed the bell carefully, then sat in a lotus position with the jade bell in her right hand.

For a moment Yuan Qing thought he was hallucinating.

Spiritual energy revolved around Xue Yuan Qing's grasp, lightly rubbing the God's hand like a little cat asking for attention. After two rounds, the spiritual energy condensed into a figure that he was familiar with.

He couldn't have mistaken.

If a moment ago only a faint shadow, then the current figure of Hualing like a complete entity with both hands was in the grasp of the God of war.

Looking at the clenched hand, Yuan Qing's expression instantly became unsightly in sight. His mouth felt sour, while his gaze was as sharp as a sword.

If he hadn't guessed wrong, the jade bell in Xue Yuan Qing's grasp should have been the Destiny Splitting Bell.

Bent aali Hualing.

"Your Majesty!"

From this point of view, Yuan Qing saw clearly the change in Hualing's countenance. From happy to sad, from cheerful to depressed.

And it's not because of him.

Yuan Qing felt more acidic.

Although he repeatedly convinced himself that he and the God were the same existence, the sour taste was reluctant to disappear.

Yuan Qing looked back at the clutched hand. His gaze was so sharp, as if he wanted to tear out that firmer hand. Although he knew the two hands were linked because of the Destiny-Splitting Bell and as a newly formed consciousness, Hualing could not separate himself from his original form.

"I'm sorry. That's because I'm useless, unable to protect Your Majesty."

Hualing's guilt-ridden voice drew back his attention. He saw a pair of eyes that he liked. There was a different twinkle when those eyes saw Xue Yuan Qing. Like seeing an elder, or maybe like seeing his lord. Each spark was an admiration for a superior existence, instead of the soft, timid twists that were often seen.

Yaun Qing turned her face away, slightly embarrassed from being jealous of her in the past.

Tampa deliberately swept his gaze at Xue Yuan Qing's open wound, instantly his forehead wrinkled.

The wound closed at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. If only there were no bloody marks, Yuan Qing would probably think the open wound had never existed.

"Your Majesty, don't get hurt again." Hualing said with unnatural exhaustion.

Yuan Qing's feeling stiffened. He looked back and forth at the trail of the pink wound of the God and Hualing whose figure was now fading.

Finally he knew why the Demon Emperor chose war and destroyed the false peace of thousands of years in order to obtain the heavenly artifact.

Turn back the time.

The temptation brought by the Destiny Breaking Bell was too great.

Although the Gods were called Eternal, they were not without death. Maybe at a high level of cultivation they can display a young appearance, but it cannot be denied that the inside will slowly decay near the end of age. Not to mention the deep gnawing wounds of the near-endless battle.

Having a Destiny Breaker Bell was equivalent to having a spare life that never ran out.

And when his mind was drawn to the memories of the past, Yuan Qing did not realize the purple heavenly lightning was curling right above him.

Only after a numbing sting spread through his body did he think of a single sentence.

Fighting against your own lover is a real disaster.