Grudge Breaker

Chapter 168 is imminent -
Song Weichen woke up and found herself lying in the Marrow Washing Hall, with Zhuang Yuheng guarding her worriedly. The last memory was in Wuqingju, and I don’t know how long it has been.

She didn't see Mo Tingfeng. Could it be that she had broken her promise and led the team to the ghost market alone? Wouldn't he quietly lift the name summoning ban? Thinking of this, it is inevitable to feel sad. She wanted to call his name, but she was afraid of disappointing herself, so she endured it, but in the end she didn't say it out loud.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Zhuang Yuheng held her hand gently.

Song Weichen smiled and shook his head. He must have spent a lot of energy trying to save her, and he did feel much better now.

"Brother Yuheng, this is the first time you didn't feel my pulse immediately after I woke up."

Zhuang Yuheng was smiling, but his eye circles were a little red, "I don't know how many times I touched you. What's wrong with you little girl? You can't be active for a few days to let me relax?"
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"Am I dying?"

She asked calmly, but Zhuang Yuheng almost lost control of his expression after hearing this.

"Don't talk nonsense, you won't die as long as I'm here."

"Then tell me the truth, how long can I live?"

She was unyielding, knowing that there were certain things in the countdown before she could make a decision, and tried her best not to leave any regrets.

"The truth is that your heart failure has worsened. If you continue to delay and not remove the mark of your past life, there will really be no hope."

Zhuang Yuheng has always been unwilling to touch the topic of "how long can he live", as if it is his taboo.

The attacks are becoming more and more frequent, and there are more and more messy diseases. Song Weichen knows that she really can't delay it any longer. If something happens to her, not to mention how Mo Tingfeng will collapse, Gu Cangyue's current state is very unstable. Maybe she would go completely crazy and self-destruct - she would have to work hard for a while longer.
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"You are the King of Medicine and you are helpless. Why are you so sure that Sister Huashan can help me remove the mark of my past life?" She would ask this, which proved that she had decided to find Sad Huashan.

"You misunderstood. The painting fan cannot help you remove the mark. It can only allow you to recall all Sang Pu's memories - the only person who can remove the mark from your previous life is you."

Song Weichen understood. In the final analysis, she had to identify the "wish to form a seal" from Sang Pu's memory, and then work with the person who formed the seal to achieve this wish before she could unblock the seal.

She felt that her intestines were a little green, she had missed asking a few questions in the well of time, and now she had to work so hard on just one sentence... I regretted it so much!

"Brother Yuheng, can I enter the Well of Time again?"

Zhuang Yuheng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Did she think it was a shopping trip on the water street? She just wanted to go there? It was Mo Tingfeng who used all his thousands of years of obsession with Sang Pu as a trigger to open the Well of Time. It was absolutely impossible to enter again.

"The only way to find a painting fan now is, how about I go with you today?"

"...Where is he?"

After much hesitation, she finally asked.

"He is searching for the underworld sun grass in the far north for you, and he won't be able to come back for a while."

Mom, it’s a good thing I didn’t call his name willfully, otherwise it would have sounded ridiculously far away. Wouldn’t it make him break his leg if he went back? Song Weichen secretly clicked his tongue.
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In the quiet state of sleep, there is no thoughts.

Sad Painting Fan never expected that the little girl whose name he had heard countless times from Mo Tingfeng and Gu Cangyue would actually come with Zhuang Yuheng.

Wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, Zhuang Yuheng kept asking questions for fear of frostbite.

That look was more than just concern for a god-sister.

The relationship between them is really "lively"... Sad Hua Shan smiled secretly.

Song Weichen looked at the extremely beautiful Lord Siyou in front of him, and couldn't help but have stars in his eyes. She had such a controllable appearance. You must know that Sadhuashan is such a beautiful beauty, even for her beauty, she would come here early. Got it!
"Sister Hua Fan, you are too beautiful!"

Song Weichen was about to introduce himself when Sad Hua Fan interrupted with a smile, "I know you very well, Weiwei, when you were kidnapped to the ghost market, I was forced to stay there every day by Ting Feng and Cang Yue. Huang Quansi searched for your name in the death register, so that after returning, he dreamed of you. "

It turned out that this happened. She scratched her head in embarrassment. It seemed that she had caused a lot of trouble to others.
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"Why did you come to me?"

Sad Hua Fan held Song Weichen's hand affectionately, loving it from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm afraid that my choice will be caused by Sang Pu's memory, or changed by her memory, so I can't make a decision for a long time."

Sad Hua Fan Miao understood her embarrassment, "Both adults are top candidates, and they are both devoted to you. It is normal for them to be entangled, so how can they come now?"

"I'm going to die if I don't come here, just like the one with a registered permanent residence in Huangquan. In addition, I talked to Sang Pu in the Well of Time, and she taught me to be at peace with my life - as we say there, don't think so much, follow my heart.”

Sad Painting Fan chuckled and pinched Song Weichen's face, "It's so weird and fun that even I like it. No wonder they both have to be you."

Song Weichen smiled and held Sad Hua Fan's arm, leaning his head on her shoulder.

"You like me? By coincidence, I like you too! How about we live together?"
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"Who is so bold as to have the idea of ​​painting a fan in my house!"

Before anyone could see him, a deep and powerful male voice came from the yard.

Zhuang Yuheng, who had been smiling and drinking while watching Song Weichen and Sad Painting Fan playing with treasures, his eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Brother Baishou, you're welcome!"

Before he finished speaking, a tall and muscular man walked into the room.

The person who came was none other than the former Si Chen Ji Baishou, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall. His wheat-colored skin was slightly rough due to his years of martial arts practice, but his features became more handsome and full of masculinity.

Although he has been retired for many years, he still habitually wears a black brocade robe. He looks about ten years older than Mo Tingfeng. He is calm and powerful, which makes Song Weichen afraid for no reason.

She thinks he looks like a wild beast in the mountains, right! Like the Smaug dragon entrenched in the dwarf treasure mountain in the movie "The Hobbit 2"! And the Sad Painting Fan is the treasure mountain...

Did she dare to touch the treasury of Smaug, who loves money as much as his life?

Song Weichen subconsciously let go of the sad painting fan and stood timidly behind Zhuang Yuheng.
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"Abai, don't scare Weiwei." Sad Huafan smiled with a bit of anger.

Ji Baishou walked up to Sad Hua Fan very naturally, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her forehead without hesitation. There is a huge difference in height between the two, and the latter habitually leans on the man's chest, looking at the harmony created by heaven and earth. "It's a rare chance for us to meet each other. Mr. Yu Heng will definitely not come back until he is drunk today!"

Ji Baishou affectionately held the sad painting fan and sat down at the table together, chatting and laughing and drinking with Zhuang Yuheng.

He did not take the initiative to greet Song Weichen, or even look at her.

Is it something wrong with the big brother's way of opening it? Song Weichen thought to himself, clearly feeling that he was dissatisfied with himself. Have you ever been offended? It's impossible, she doesn't even know him...

While she was thinking wildly, Zhuang Yuheng gently held her hand and pulled her to sit on the plum blossom stool beside him.

"Weiwei, this is the former Si Chen, Ji Baishou, Ting Feng's good brother, and the one who loves your sister Hua Fan. You should call her Brother Ji, both emotionally and rationally."

Song Weichen quickly stood up and bowed to Ji Bai, "Brother Ji, I..."

Ji Bai interrupted her with a wave of his hand and glanced sideways, "Are you Song Weichen?"
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She blinked her eyes, feeling panicked for no reason, and nodded in agreement.

"You were the one who caused my painting fan to be guarded in Huangquan Division day and night? But you exhausted her!"

Song Weichen understood immediately that his feelings were due to his resentment towards her even before he saw it. How could this eldest brother's domineering and doting attitude towards his wife be more terrifying than Mo Tingfeng and Gu Cangyue?
"Yes, I'm sorry. Sister Huashan was hurt because of my incident. Weiwei apologizes to you."

She hurriedly picked up the jug on the table and poured a full glass of wine, and carefully brought it to Ji Baishou, but he didn't accept it, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Bai Shou, what are you...?"

Zhuang Yuheng was puzzled. Ji Baishou had always been chivalrous and courageous, but he was so petty and petty today.

Song Weichen's health was already in a very bad condition. When he was nervous, his heartbeat was disordered and he would inevitably feel dizzy and short of breath. His lips were even whiter and his hands were shaking a little.
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"A Bai." Sad Hua Fan was unhappy.

"I'll take it, I'll take it." Ji Baishou lost his temper instantly and quickly took it, tilted his neck and drank it.

"Song Weichen, I'm not your eldest brother, so I'd better call you "Sir."

Although he drank the wine, he didn't buy it. In Ji Baishou's eyes, anyone who made Sad Painting Fan sleepless and troubled was not someone worthy of getting close to.

"Master Ji, it was me who overstepped my bounds and lost the sense of propriety in my title. Don't take it to heart."

She said and poured another glass of wine. Just as she was about to offer it to him, her heart trembled violently and she couldn't control her hand. The wine glass fell on Ji Bai's brocade robe and spilled wine all over him.

Song Weichen was limp and about to fall, but Zhuang Yuheng quickly supported her and made her sit on the stool and lean against him.

"Wei Wei!" He called her urgently.

"Sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't... mean it." In just a moment, the color completely drained from her face.

Zhuang Yuheng hurriedly took out a pill made from Huangquan sungrass and asked her to take it, while Sadhuashan thoughtfully poured a glass of warm water and fed it to Song Weichen's mouth.
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"What's wrong with this little girl's movie? She's in such bad health?"

Ji Bai used his magic to wipe away the wine on his brocade robe. He frowned and observed Song Weichen. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes. Could it be that he was too intimidating to her just now?
"She is troubled by the mark of her past life. If she doesn't get rid of it as soon as possible, her life will be in danger. I came here to ask for help from the painting fan, hoping to use the power of the mirror to recall all the past." Zhuang Yuheng was clearly explaining to Ji Baishou. But there was only Song Weichen inside.

"Jun Yu Heng is tired and takes Wei Wei to the side hall to rest. I will go get the Mirror of Recalling the Past right away."

As Sad Painting Fan said this, he glanced at Ji Baishou angrily and turned away.

Ji Bai Shoutian was not afraid of anything but the anger of Sad Huashan. It was obvious that she really liked this little girl named Song Weichen. After thinking about it, he moved closer as if to compensate, "How about I come and hug her? I'm familiar with this place."

Zhuang Yuheng couldn't help but pick up Song Weichen and said, "Then Master Laoji will lead the way."

His expression was as usual, but his address was obviously unfamiliar. Zhuang Yuheng himself did not notice that his emotional stability became worse and worse after meeting Song Weichen.
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Song Weichen took the medicine and rested for a while, and gradually recovered.

Sad Hua Fan thoughtfully brought a small bowl of black sesame paste. Zhuang Yuheng wanted to take it but she refused and fed it to Song Weichen in small bites.

Although Song Weichen had lost his sense of taste long ago, he felt that this sesame paste was delicious at this moment.

"Sister Hua Fan, I finally realized what it means to be beautiful and delicious. The sesame paste you feed me is so delicious!"

Sad Huafan carefully wiped away the paste on the corners of her lips with a handkerchief, "Little Guitou, you are the only one who can speak." After a pause, "Abai is a rough man with a single-minded mind. Don't be as knowledgeable as him. "

Zhibei drew a fan and was a little annoyed with him. Ji Baishou was not in the room at the moment, so he avoided it knowing the current situation.

Song Weichen pouted, "How dare I? Besides, I've already seen it before. He must have heard me confess that I like you, and then he got jealous and used it to his advantage. Maybe I'm his love rival now!"

Sad Hua Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud, why doesn't this little brain think about things according to ordinary people's thinking?

"Weiwei is not very serious sometimes, just adapt to it." Zhuang Yuheng sounded like someone who has come before.

Sad Painting Fan couldn't help but help Song Weichen smooth the hanging hair on both sides of his shoulders.

"Such a cute little devil, I can't bear to have anything happen to you."
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She pointed to a thirty centimeter bronze mirror on the table, "This is the Mirror of the Past."

The bronze mirror was covered with mottled patina due to its age, and there were bow-shaped buttons on the back, decorated with arc patterns of panchi. Song Weichen couldn't see what it looked like on the front because of the angle.

Sad Painting Fan walked to the table, faced the mirror with both hands and performed the magic technique. In an instant, the front of the bronze mirror began to glow, and the colorful prisms like a kaleidoscope shimmered throughout the room.

“Weiwei, can you see the bronze mirror glowing?”

Song Weichen nodded fiercely. He didn't understand why Sad Painting Fan asked this question. The titanium alloy dog's eyes were almost blinded, okay?

"That's good, because we can't see it. The sesame paste you just ate was made with Yixi water. If you can see the light, it means it has taken effect. Come here, only you can see Sang Pu's life."

"It's just...are you really ready?"