Little Qinghua tightly closed her eyes, bowing her head in fear, waiting for the holy sword to strike her.
But after waiting for a while, the expected pain did not arrive. Little Qinghua slowly lowered her head, carefully opened her eyes to look, only to see a hand reaching around from beside her neck, with the slender middle and index fingers gleaming with white sword aura, pinching the blazing holy sword, preventing it from descending any further.
"Guan... Brother..." Little Qinghua joyfully turned her head, and sure enough, she saw Chen Guan, his whole body radiating pure white sword aura, like a Sword Immortal descending to earth, looking down at her.
"Little Qinghua, sorry you had to endure this. Rest to the side for now, watch
handle this," Chen Guan's eyes turned towards Luo Yuanfei, filled with icy intent.
"Okay." Little Qinghua quickly got up and moved behind Chen Guan, just like when she was a child.
When they were little, Chen Guan often played pranks on her, but whenever soone bullied her, Chen Guan would resolutely stand in front of her.
No matter how many people there were against them, Chen Guan always did the sa.
Of course, most of the ti when facing many people, Chen Guan would just grab her and run.
But in the end, when they were caught, Chen Guan always protected her, taking the worst beating himself.
So no matter how much Chen Guan bullied her, Little Qinghua never minded, because she knew that if anyone really tried to bully her, Chen Guan would definitely step forward to protect her.
"The Buddha is still there, the demonic thoughts remain, how did you regain your self?" Luo Yuanfei felt the Pure Yang sword aura and the holy sword constantly intertwining, the power of the holy sword unable to withstand that pure white sword aura, the demon fla on the sword continually being shattered.
This was not what truly shocked him; what truly shocked him was that even though the mountain-like Qingyan Buddha shell was still present, proving that Chen Guan's heart demon had not been eliminated, how was he able to regain clarity?
This was a phenonon Luo Yuanfei had never seen, even when he used his own heart fla, before the demonic manifestation had dissipated, it was impossible for him to regain clarity.
Little Qinghua and Jiang Qiemo, after all, were not the primary bearers of my heart fla, and were still very different from Chen Guan.
"Be it Buddha, demon, god, or immortal, they are all good, as long as they serve my desires, I shall be their most devout follower." Chen Guan calmly stared at Luo Yuanfei, "But if they bring
no benefit, what use do I have for them? I do not keep idle gods here... nor gods that bring
annoyance... defy my will... be it god, immortal, demon, or Buddha... they must all get out..." Chen Guan pointed a finger, and the mountain-like Buddha shell ford by demonic thoughts shattered into countless wisps of blue smoke, ascending and dispersing into the void.
Luo Yuanfei stared blankly at Chen Guan, his lips twitching uncontrollably, his twitching becoming more severe, until he finally broke into frenzied laughter.
"You're absolutely right, you said it so well, defy my will, be it god, immortal, demon, or Buddha they must all get out, turns out this is what I really wanted... You really are sothing... Unfortunately... you appeared too late... otherwise we might have been friends..."
"Absolutely not, at the mont you wanted to kill my friends, you should not have stood before , because you don't deserve it." Chen Guan spoke, the Pure Yang Sword Immortal fully unveiled.
Countless strands of sword aura erupted forth, not only shattering the demon fla on the holy sword, but breaking the holy sword itself.
As the holy sword shattered, several other Luo Yuanfei suddenly transford into black mist and dissipated, disappearing without a trace.
The raging sword aura struck Luo Yuanfei, directly propelling his body skyward, piercing through his body with countless strands of sword aura, making him look like a glowing porcupine.
"You don't deserve it?" Only these three words echoed in Luo Yuanfei's mind.
He could have used the scarecrow substitute technique to escape, but upon hearing these three words, his body stiffened as if in shock, unable to move, allowing the countless strands of sword aura to pierce his body, launching him skyward.
These three words, they're the deepest taboo buried in his heart.
"In the end the little cobbler and the princess lived happily ever after." The beautiful mother closed the book, turned and kissed the boy who had fallen asleep listening to the story, tucked him in, and got up to leave.
"Mom, since dad is a cobbler, does that an I'll be a little cobbler too, and can I marry a princess?" The boy opened his eyes, his small hand clutching the blanket, covering half of his face, he gazed at his mother with big eyes and asked.
"Of course, son, one day you'll marry a princess too." The mother turned and walked back, sitting by the bed, kissing the boy's forehead again, stroking his cheek, and speaking softly.
"Really? The fairy tales you tell , are they all true? Is there really a Cinderella, a Snow White, and crystal shoes?" the boy asked happily.
"Of course." the mother replied with a smile.
"Then can I not be a little cobbler when I grow up, can I be a prince instead?" the boy naively said, his eyes full of anticipation, as if as long as his mother agreed, he would truly beco a prince in the future."
"You are already my little prince, you will always be a prince." They gently looked into the boy's eyes as they spoke softly.
Bang!
The mother's head exploded before his eyes, spraying him with white and red matter, the entire bed and wall were splattered red.
"No, you won't be a prince, because... you... don't... deserve..." The mother's headless body fell away, revealing the face of an evil man.
He might be handso, but at that mont, in the boy's eyes, he was undoubtedly the most evil and hideous creature in the world.
The sinister, ugly face drew closer to the boy, who was paralyzed with fear, unable to move, nearly pressing against his own face, leaving the boy's mind blank, unable to move.
"Rember, you're not a prince, a cobbler's child is only a cobbler, and no princess will marry a cobbler, because a princess will only marry a prince, and a prince will only be the son of a king."
"There's no Cinderella in this world, Cinderella won't beco a princess either."
"The magic of the glass slipper didn't turn Cinderella into a beautiful princess, but shackled her freedom and soul, turning her into an ornant that pleased n with her outer beauty, making her lose the courage to resist, indulging in self-deceptive fantasies, ultimately leading to complete ruin..."
"..."
The boy sat there dumbfounded, like a wooden figure, listening to every word spoken by the evil, hideous man.
"So... you'll never be a prince... you don't deserve it... rember that?" The man pulled his face away from in front of the boy, stood upright, towering over him like a god of fate, looking down as he spoke: "Rember this face... rember everything about ... this is what a prince should be like... understand?"
The man said, winking at the still-stunned boy, stepping back out of the gaping hole in the wall, mounting his steed, as if nothing had happened, just like that he left.
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