Chapter 1825: Chapter 1805: Feng Ling Dreams of the Truth of Her Past Life_1 Chapter 1825: Chapter 1805: Feng Ling Dreams of the Truth of Her Past Life_1 Si Ye raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile, “Would you regret not witnessing the birth of the two babies with your own eyes?”
“Mmm.”
Mu Fan pondered for a mont and humd a faint breath out of his nostrils.
“You really regret it?”
Si Ye feigned annoyance, “I was just asking casually.”
“No regrets.”
Mu Fan imdiately changed his answer with no hesitation.
“Hahaha.”
Seeing Mu Fan enjoying himself, Si Ye laughed heartily, her shoulders shaking.
“Ahem.”
With a helpless cough, Mu Fan hugged his wife tighter, his eyes filling with a gentle glow.
*
Ever since seeing Shengge at the South Heavenly Gate, Feng Ling started having dreams again upon falling asleep at night.
In the dream, he returned to that small village in the Human Realm and went back to the mont before the girl fell off the cliff.
This ti, the dream was different.
A seven-colored light descended from the sky, startling the girl who didn’t jump off the cliff. She stood still for a few seconds before running towards the direction where the light fell.
In the dream, he saw himself clearly after being injured and unconscious. He saw the girl jumping into the water without hesitation and saving him.
She carried him on her back, exhausting her strength to return to the cave where she often hid and cried. She used the only Spiritual dicine she had to treat his injuries.
He was unconscious for a day and night, and the girl stayed with him the entire ti. Fearing the cold in the cave, she took off her outer garnt and put it on him.
When he woke up as he wished, the first thing he saw was the girl’s haggard face.
His gratitude only lasted a few seconds before the embarrassnt he had never felt before surfaced, and his ears burned red.
When the girl saw him waking up, her eyes filled with joy and she showed a long-lost smile.
Her smile was warm and gentle, carrying a magical power that brought imnse comfort.
The spirit watched silently nearby, feeling an involuntary surge of happiness as well.
*
It wasn’t long before daybreak, and the girl’s foster father arrived.
The father and daughter whispered to each other outside the cave, discussing how he should repay them, unaware that he was listening to their every word.
With a smile, the spirit watched in silence, not realizing that his mood at this mont was unusually joyful.
They took him back to their ho where the girl, seemingly having a request, was extrely gentle and attentive to him.
With her ticulous care, his wounds gradually healed, and his heart, unknowingly, fell for her.
When his injuries were almost healed, the girl’s foster father made an additional request to him, invoking her innocence: to stay and marry her as his wife.
His heart had already fallen deep, and despite knowing the laws of heaven were inviolable, he agreed to the foster father’s request.
The girl was thrilled and told him her entire past without reservation.
She wanted him to avenge her.
He understood her very well.
On the eve of their marriage, alone, he went to the Capital City and killed the tyrant.
With the tyrant’s head, he avenged the girl’s family and soothed her tornted soul, which could no longer bear the burden of her past.
His impulsiveness brought irreversible consequences.
The Immortal Envoy found his traces, descended to the mortal realm with the divine order, and arrested him.
Heartbroken, the girl stabbed herself in the chest with a dagger at the mont he was taken away by the Immortal Envoy.
“No!”
The spirit scread in pain, instinctively rushing forward, trying to grab the dagger.
But he was still just a wisp of a soul without a physical body. He could only watch as blood spilled from the corners of the girl’s mouth, like a shattered porcelain doll, while she closed her eyes in despair.
*
“No!”
Feng Ling woke up from his nightmare once again, his heart aching trendously as he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.
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