Chapter 1347: Chapter 1347: Unfortunately, I Survived
Ming Xiu’s eyes, initially brightened at the sight of Beiting Huang, dimd further. His figure gently rippled within the water-like curtain of light. No one knew how much pain Ming Xiu was in at that mont. She had actually co back to life, truly co back to life. Since she was alive again, why had they made him co back as well?
Ten thousand years ago, he had died under the sword of the Devil Emperor; however, the Devil Emperor did not shatter his Soul Realm, granting him a chance to be reborn. Eight thousand years ago, he used that Soul Realm to refine a new body for himself.
Realizing that eight thousand years had passed, and during those years, the Devil Emperor had descended upon countless planes without ever collecting all of Huang Jiu’s soul fragnts, Ming Xiu felt a sense of utter despair. He wished he had never co back to life.
But his father, the Nine-Colored Great Sovereign Ming Hong, wouldn’t allow him to give up. He was the prince of the Spirit God Clan, carrying a burden unlike any other. “Eight thousand years, you have accompanied her long enough. Do you intend to spend your eternal life on her?”
When Xi Feng returned from a trip to the Western Wilderness and said that Huang Jiu’s Life Lamp had brightened again, Ming Xiu didn’t believe it. Not until this mont, when he saw Huang Jiu, alive and standing before him, smiling at him.
Ming Xiu’s lips trembled, but before he could speak, Beiting Huang spoke again. His clear voice pierced his ears after ten thousand years, unchanged, “It’s just a pity, I’ve co back to life as a man. I’ve heard that the prince of the Spirit God Clan has one consort and four ladies. I imagine he does not favor n.”
He was a man now! Ming Xiu’s eyes saw only Beiting Huang’s face, still so delicate and exquisite, a beauty no brush in the world could capture. Hearing Beiting Huang’s words, Ming Xiu even thought, what does it matter whether one is a man or a woman? When you like soone, does gender even matter?
The look in Ming Xiu’s eyes, as seen by Yan Ye, made the latter furrow his brow deeply. It was exactly what Yan Ye had feared the most. This man, like him, deeply loved Beiting Huang, unwavering for ten thousand years.
However, this look, when observed by Beiting Huang himself, only made him curve his lips into a mocking smile. If he hadn’t seen in the Demon Spirit Tomb how Ming Xiu aid his drawn bow at Huang Jiu, ready to release the arrow, then maybe he would have cut him so slack. But after seeing that, Beiting Huang felt nothing for this man.
No, even without that scene in the Demon Spirit Tomb, Beiting Huang could never forgive this man. No one had the right, without his permission, to tie him with such a domineering heaven-sent blood contract, one that couldn’t be escaped for all eternity.
If Ming Xiu’s bonding with him through the heaven-sent blood contract ant that Beiting Huang couldn’t be intimate with any man, and if the sa were true for Ming Xiu, then perhaps Beiting Huang would feel a little better about it. But Ming Xiu, who also had a heaven-sent blood contract, yet could have one wife and four concubines, even if Beiting Huang didn’t like Ming Xiu and felt no fondness for him, he would still feel indignant.
This indignation had nothing to do with love; it was purely about fairness!
Just as Yan Ye was extrely anxious, afraid that Beiting Huang would be moved by the depth of emotion in Ming Xiu’s eyes, Beiting Huang instead let out a clear laugh, emanating from his crimson lips, “Brother-in-law, please convey my regards to my sister, and tell her I will visit her in the 33 Heavens as soon as I can. Whatever she took from , I will reclaim it piece by piece. Whatever she made endure, I will return it to her twofold!”
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