Grudge Breaker

Chapter 333 So That's It
"No, Tingfeng, you misunderstood!"

"me……"

Song Weichen was anxious to explain, but she was held so tightly by Gu Cangyue that she couldn't get away at all - it was really absurd to express her feelings to another man in the arms of one man, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to start.

In fact, even if she wasn't embarrassed, she didn't know how to start.

...What should I say?

Should she tell him that the reason she didn't reveal the truth at the banquet that night was because she knew she was dying and didn't want to drag him down?

Should I tell him that after the Chinese Valentine's Day, when he lifts the ban on love, he will completely forget about her, and will no longer remember Sang Pu, let alone Song Weichen? To him, she is nothing more than a speck of dust blown by the breeze.

Song Weichen was caught in a dilemma, knowing that his silence would cause him great pain, while her confession would cause him great pain.

……

"Weiwei, is this your answer?"

Faced with Song Weichen's silence, something in Mo Tingfeng's heart suddenly cracked.

"Tell me, what did I misunderstand?"

"When I agreed to let you come to Cangyue Mansion to look for someone last night, I was afraid that I would see a scene like this, but in the end I chose to believe and support you. What about you, Weiwei, what about you?"

The darkness in Mo Tingfeng's eyes was rapidly falling, as if it was going to engulf himself.

……

"Let me go."

Song Weichen didn't know what to say to Mo Tingfeng, she just wanted to get rid of the awkward intimacy. She almost used all her strength to pry open the arm that was holding her, but as expected, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

“Cang Yue!”

In desperation, she bit down on his arm, her bite mixed with magic power was extremely ruthless, and the white sleeves of Gu Cangyue's brocade robe quickly turned red after one bite. He was unmoved, and she was also unmoved - after all, he was the Supreme God, so what if he broke his tendons and bones, he would surely recover quickly.

Unexpectedly, something strange happened.

At the moment when the scent of Gu Cangyue's blood filled Song Weichen's mouth, perhaps because his blood also flowed in her body, some kind of information synchronization was generated, and countless fragmentary images related to Gu Cangyue that she had never seen before suddenly popped up in her mind.

Different from the images he saw through the Divine Concentration Technique at that time, these images were extremely fast, contained a huge amount of information and had a messy perspective. Some were like Gu Cangyue's subjective perspective, while some were like an objective perspective looking at his experiences, pouring into his mind like thunder.

She saw that on the day when snow fell in Wuqingju, Gu Cangyue disguised himself as Shu Yinglong and went to Wangyue Tower. He once again entered the room with all kinds of masks hanging on the wall and saw a piece of letter specially left for him on the table. The ink was not yet dry:

"Master Cangyue, if you want to find the lost things as soon as possible, you might as well go home now. Here I specifically refer to your home at the Immortal Tree. No more waiting after this time."

The moment he saw this scene, Song Weichen immediately understood why when Gu Cangyue appeared again, he was supposed to take her back to Cangyue Mansion as planned, but instead took the initiative to ask her to stay in Tingfeng Mansion.

I still remember him saying,
"I have something to do and I have to go home. I haven't been in sleep for the past two days. When I finish my work, I will go directly to the ghost market to find you. I really don't trust you to go to that kind of place."

I still remember when she replied,
"I will definitely wait for you to come back safely, and you must come back safely."

Now it seems that both of them have broken their promises.
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Song Weichen felt a little headache, and between breaths, a second scene came like a tide, from Gu Cangyue’s subjective perspective——

"Do you know what you are doing?!"

"When you've had enough fun, come back here!"

Gu Cangyue roared at the back of the person opposite him. He suppressed his anger and waved his brocade sleeves, shaking the place where the two people were standing - outside a floating pavilion carved out of white jade in the Undead Temple. The emerald green buds on the brocade flower tree shattered like spring rain and dissipated into the ethereal void.

"Panic?"

The man turned around with a playful look on his face, which was somewhat out of place on his beautiful face that looked like a banished immortal.

Shu Tinglong was wearing a Dark Moon brocade robe embroidered with silver clouds. His sleeves swayed in the wind like clouds following water. His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples. His whole demeanor was like the first melted snow water on the top of Mount Kunlun, and his clarity revealed an immortal nobility that could not be desecrated.

Only those thin lips showed a distant smile, and the eyes were like a cold pond with no bottom.

"Now, do you still have the ability and qualifications to give me orders? Hmm? Crazy King Cangyue."

"Without my rational support, look at what you did. You cared so much about that little girl, but you almost killed her on Yushan Yaotai...tsk tsk tsk."

"You! Shut up!!!!!"

Gu Cangyue gritted his teeth as he spoke each word, his long hair fluttering in the wind. He was already on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

The fact that Song Weichen's innocence was almost taken away by force at Yushan Yaotai has always been an insurmountable mountain weighing on Gu Cangyue's heart. Whenever he thinks of the loss of control that night, he becomes restless and uneasy.

The man in front of him knew that this was his hidden pain that could not be touched and his weak spot, but he still came to expose it without knowing the consequences.

"Do you really think that I can't leave you?!"

……

"Hahahahahaha!"

Shu Tinglong burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in history. He laughed so hard that he bent over with laughter.

Gu Cangyue's eyes were like ice, but there seemed to be fire in the ice that was about to drip blood. They didn't know when the suspended pavilion they were in had been surrounded by tens of thousands of ice arrows, and each ice arrow was pointing at Shu Tinglong - however, as a mortal with no magical powers, he did not show any fear at all.

"Gu Cangyue, others may not understand, but don't I understand you?"

"It's not that you don't want to kill me, but you can't."

Finally he stopped laughing, and Shu Tinglong calmly adjusted his sleeves, lifted his robe, sat on the white jade bench in the center of the pavilion, and made some tea for himself.

"I admit that if I completely cut off ties with you, I will never be able to return to this Undead Temple, and I will no longer have the power of immortality. I will become a true mortal."

"But so what? I didn't inherit any of your magic power. Compared to being enslaved and harassed by a madman like you, a few decades in the human world is probably another kind of eternal life."

"But you are different."

"You're so conceited that you don't even know when I betrayed you."

"Do you know? If I completely cut off ties with you today, you will either lose your mind or your soul will collapse and you will die."

"As the first god of ancient times, and as the main soul, how does it feel to be strangled by the auxiliary soul you gave birth to?"

……

"Snapped!!"

As if it couldn't bear Gu Cangyue's anger, the white marble table where Shu Xinglong drank tea cracked, and shattered into pieces of jade along the cracks. Then the jade floor of Futing spread out like water, creating ripples, and actually absorbed and integrated all the broken jades, giving a sense of fate that dust returns to dust.

Shu Xinglong curled his lips and smiled, as if he was accustomed to such scenes.

He stood up, put his hands behind his back and looked outside the pavilion. The fields were vast and open. The cranes flying through them created a breeze, and the emerald green buds on the branches of the brocade trees collided with each other, making pleasant sounds.

"It seems that Master Cangyue is not ready to have a serious discussion with me. In this case, I will take my leave. Master, please take care of yourself."

He had just taken two steps when distinct pillars of thick fog rose up from all directions, completely blocking the pavilion like a beautiful suspended dungeon.

"Have you been allowed to go?"