Grudge Breaker

Chapter 340 Dream Buds
wish?

Song Weichen couldn't help laughing when he heard Zhuang Yuheng say that he would help him fulfill his wish. Yuheng always paid attention to the meaning of words, so why did it sound like she was going to die when she mentioned the word "wish"?
Apparently because of the elixir and magic that blocked the pain, she hadn't realized until now that she had a bleeding penetrating wound near her heart, and she thought that the coldness of the cloud cocoon had caused her to suffer from hypothermia. She also imagined a scene in her mind where Gu Cangyue regained consciousness in a critical moment and brought her to Sikong Mansion for treatment.

But as his consciousness gradually returned, Song Weichen could no longer laugh...

She remembered that Mo Tingfeng went to Yunjian to look for her, but his magic power was sucked away by the "Tiger-stopping Dome". Not to mention the death curse on the mask of the Ghost King, and the threat of the necromancer... just talking about the warlock grading trial that will be held in the Goddess Peak soon, how can Mo Tingfeng, who has no magic power, take charge of the overall situation?

Moreover, Gu Cangyue was in danger of losing his mind at any time. His main soul was already unstable due to the betrayal of his auxiliary soul Shu Tinglong, and he was forced to cultivate a third soul that had never been cultivated to a god. Even though she did not understand the immortals' methods, she knew that the more critical the moment of cultivation, the more important it was to have a clear mind and no desires. The reason why Zhuang Yuheng almost fell into the devil and became a big monster in the past was the result of a single thought difference during the critical period of cultivation.

But Gu Cangyue is currently unable to achieve either of the two things: a clear mind and being free of desires. In order to send her to Sikong Mansion for treatment, he has risked everything to get out of his Yuan cocoon. Who knows if this will lead to greater danger - if Shu Tinglong really wanted to harm him, he wouldn't have to threaten him with the phoenix feather. Now is the best time!
All these things came to her mind, and Song Weichen was eager to lift the quilt and get up. Wish? She did have many wishes, and they were all urgent!
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"Weiwei, don't move!"

No one expected that Song Weichen would struggle to get up. Zhuang Yuheng hurried to stop her but was still a step too slow. She lifted the quilt and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

Song Weichen wrinkled her nose and sniffed, then lowered her eyes to look, and realized that Zhuang Yuheng's question about her wish did not seem to be a prophecy.

She reached out her hand to her chest with some confusion and looked at it carefully. The sweet and fishy smell told her that the glaring wound was not an illusion, but why didn't it hurt? She recalled the heart-wrenching pain when she just woke up, and she immediately understood that Zhuang Yuheng must have used some method to relieve it.

At this point, Song Weichen was very clear that she didn't have much time left.

"I want to... sit up."

Her voice was weak, but fortunately she could still speak. She curled the corners of her mouth lightly. Now that things had come to this, it was not too bad. She had to hurry and arrange her "afterlife".

"Okay...Brother Yuheng will help you."

Zhuang Yuheng's eyes were red, and he couldn't bear to look at the wound on Song Weichen's chest. He gently wrapped her in fox fur, hugged her and helped her sit up, and put a few cushions behind her so that she could half lie and half lean on the couch.

During the whole process, Gu Cangyue stood five steps away without saying a word, with empty eyes, watching everything with his hands idle.

……

Perhaps because he knew he was going to die, Song Weichen was surprisingly lucid and calm.

Even if this accident had not happened, she would have only had a little over a year to live. She had privately rehearsed this situation in her mind, so it didn't feel sudden. It's just that there were too many unfinished things, which made her feel regretful.

For example - what was the last sentence she said to Bingtuozi? It didn't seem to be a good thing, as if...she was calling him a "fool"?
Song Weichen's nose was filled with sourness. It was such a pity. He had so many good things to say, but...

She glanced at Mo Tingfeng, who was still sitting cross-legged in the medicinal bath and unconscious. She felt infinite regret when she thought that she could no longer lift the love-severing restriction for him. If Ji Baishou were here, she would definitely ask him to take out one of his souls and leave it to Bingtuozi, so that he could lift the restriction in the future. Unfortunately...

"Wait, just now Brother Yuheng said that Mo Tingfeng has lost all his magical powers?" Song Weichen suddenly thought of something. That's not right. If he had lost all his magical powers, he should be... dead now.

She clearly remembered that Mo Tingfeng himself said that every second he was with her, the backlash from He Dong caused by the love-cutting restriction was occurring, and he had to rely on his magic power to resist it - but he had no magic power now, which meant that He Dong had already been devouring his body, and his life should be in danger. Why was it still like this?
"He... is still alive?"

Song Weichen looked at Mo Tingfeng and asked in a trembling voice. He relaxed only after receiving an affirmative answer from Zhuang Yuheng - could it be that because she was about to die, his love-killing restriction was lifted by itself?

No, that's not right, Song Weichen denied secretly. It should be that his magic power still remained and had not completely dissipated, so the backlash of the sudden attack had not yet affected his body.

Song Weichen's eyes lit up, she understood!

"Help."

She stretched out her hand towards Zhuang Yuheng, and he sat beside her. Hearing her words, he moved closer cautiously.

"On me..."

“With him…”

"Half of the divine consciousness..."

"Help me... return it to him."

She spoke with difficulty, but her eyes were firm - half of Mo Tingfeng's consciousness was in her, and there must be a lot of his magic power attached to her, at least 20 to 30%, which was enough to solve the urgent problem.

If she wasn't really powerless, she would have wanted to praise herself as a "smart little ghost."

Zhuang Yuheng was stunned when he heard this. Mo Tingfeng left half of his consciousness on Song Weichen? This old guy is too bold! In an instant, he was really jealous and admired. Even so, he did not go crazy. What kind of iron mind must he have?

"quick……"

Seeing Zhuang Yuheng standing there motionless, Song Weichen became very anxious. Once she died, that half of her consciousness would have nowhere to rely on and would disappear like smoke and dust, and Bingtuozi would be in danger!
"well."

Zhuang Yuheng responded and began to cast a spell. He first set up several layers of protective barriers in the Marrow Cleansing Hall, completely blocking out visible and invisible threats and interference. Then he began to extract Mo Tingfeng's consciousness from Song Weichen. Returning the consciousness was not an easy task. If he was not careful, he would also go astray. He had to be extremely cautious.

Fortunately, Mo Tingfeng was unconscious at the moment, just like injecting water into an air container, the difficulty level was reduced by several levels.

After half a cup of tea, Mo Tingfeng's half of his consciousness returned to its place. Zhuang Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately nothing went wrong.

Perhaps it was a psychological effect, Song Weichen only felt that Bingtuozi's eyelids seemed to move, as if he was about to wake up. In contrast, her own eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. If it weren't for the cushion on her back, she would have collapsed.

No! She can't die yet.

Song Weichen couldn't explain what was holding her on at the moment. Her mind replayed the day when she first arrived in the dream world. Mo Tingfeng was the first person she met, and Gu Cangyue was the second. One was in the maze on the mountain top, and the other was on the shore of the abyss. They both saved her and hurt her, and now they were even.

I hope that after she leaves, things can get even between them.

"Please help me tell... Mr. Mo not to fight... with Cangyue again."

Hearing this, Zhuang Yuheng's eyes became hot again. This little girl doesn't care about herself at all.

"Okay, I'll tell Tingfeng that I'll help you keep an eye on them so they don't fight."

He was still gentle and his tone was normal. Zhuang Yuheng didn't want the sorrow of a dying person to linger around them. He hoped to give her peace and tranquility in her last moment.

Song Weichen curled the corners of his mouth slightly, trying to smile at Zhuang Yuheng.

"I'm sorry...Brother Yuheng."

"Always, causing you...trouble."

"If there is an afterlife, it'll be you who will cause me...trouble, okay?"

She was half joking and half serious with him. If there is an afterlife, I hope that God will give me a role as a heroine with golden fingers to practice with, or just an ordinary person, and never take such a sickly script again.

Song Weichen misses the time when he was the "middle man". Although he did not have any unforgettable love experience, at least he had a lively and unrestrained youth.

Zhuang Yuheng's eyes were red, but he still tried his best to smile and nodded seriously.
"Weiwei, I firmly believe that we will meet again, and then..."

I couldn't help choking up.
"Please take good care of me."
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"hiss--"

The wound began to ache dully, and she could not help but gasp softly. She had felt nothing in her chest just now, but now the pain was suddenly stirring like a wake-up call from hibernation. Song Weichen subconsciously wanted to lift up the fox fur to check, but she pulled her hand back halfway. She really didn't have the courage to look, and she knew that the inside of the fox fur must be horrible. Zhuang Yuheng was naturally sensitive to her discomfort, but the painkiller needed to be used after an hour, and it would be ineffective even if she used it forcefully now, and she...how could she hold on for another hour.

"slight."

Zhuang Yuheng called her softly. Although he was smiling, there was mist in his eyes.

"Can I go light the requiem incense? This way you'll fall asleep soon and won't... feel any more pain."

She understood what he meant, he didn't want her to die in pain. Song Weichen was gloomy for a moment, it seemed that the deadline was approaching...

No, she shook her head decisively to refuse, as she still had a "wish" that had not been fulfilled and she absolutely could not sleep.

"Cang...Yue."

She looked at Gu Cangyue who was standing beside her with difficulty, but he didn't react at all. He had been like this since just now, without any expression or movement, like a statue.

Thinking of the purple lines in his pupils and the strange dream bud that made him lose his mind, Song Weichen thought to himself that something was wrong with that thing. It was possible that her injury was caused by that evil thing. Given time, that thing would definitely hurt Gu Cangyue. No, it was very likely that it was already hurting Gu Cangyue!

“Cang Yue!”

She almost used all her strength to call out, which hurt her wound and made her cough uncontrollably. The coughed-up blood splashed onto the white fox fur like plum blossoms, which made Zhuang Yuheng feel uneasy. However, even though he was known as the King of Medicine, he was powerless to save the situation at this moment. All he could do was to get up and pull Gu Cangyue.

"Be careful……"

Song Weichen lay weakly on the couch, her wounds aching for a while. She could no longer sit still, but she did not bother to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. She forced herself to look up at Zhuang Yuheng, fearing that Gu Cangyue would suddenly attack her.

Fortunately, Gu Cangyue regained consciousness the moment Zhuang Yuheng touched him.
"Lord Yuheng?"

He looked at the person who came in some astonishment, as if he couldn't remember where he was for a moment.

Zhuang Yuheng didn't say anything. He just glanced at the little man on the couch with red eyes, then walked straight to the marrow washing pool and stood with his back to the two of them, no longer looking at them.

……

"puff!"

Song Weichen vomited blood again. She only knew that someone was coming towards her, but her vision had begun to blur and she could no longer tell who the person was.

She was panting heavily, and every breath seemed as if someone was sawing her wound. She regretted not asking Zhuang Yuheng to light the soul-soothing incense.

She was dazed and felt someone picked her up and held her in his arms.

"Weiwei, Weiwei!"

She heard the man calling her, and before her eyes was a hazy silver moonlight. Although it was blurry, how could she make a mistake? No matter how dim the moonlight was, it was still moonlight.

"Weiwei, don't be afraid. I will never let you go alone. I will accompany you to Sanzuchuan and Huangquansi. Don't be afraid."

Although his vision was blurry, his hearing was still clear. Hearing Gu Cangyue's "nonsense", Song Weichen became anxious - how did this foolish boy become a Luan Bird God? He was willing to commit suicide for a woman he had just met not long ago. How could he be a God of the upper realm! He must be bullying her because she was unable to do anything, otherwise he would jump up and beat him up!
"You bastard……"

Song Weichen spoke with force, and Gu Cangyue was stunned, suspecting that he had heard it wrong. Isn't it said that a dying man's words are kind?

"Gu... Cangyue, if you... dare to die easily... just try it. I will... look down on you for the rest of my life."

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"Tick."

Two drops of liquid fell on Song Weichen's face. She felt it and knew without guessing that they were Gu Cangyue's tears.

She was panting heavily and trying hard to force a smile towards the blurry figure. She wanted to tell him that she could tolerate tears dripping on her face, but she absolutely could not tolerate snot. However, she was too exhausted to make a joke.

"Cang Yue...live well and don't hurt...yourself anymore."

"Don't, don't hurt... Tingfeng. No, don't fight with him... anymore."

"promise me……"

She tried hard to look at the blurry figure. She wanted to see his appearance clearly again, to see that there was no purple line in his eyes and his expression was clear.

Unfortunately...she couldn't see anything clearly anymore.

"Okay, I promise you."

Gu Cangyue gently kissed Song Weichen on the forehead, and his voice sounded so fragmented.

This guy... She couldn't help but think, isn't he a famous tyrant in the Three Realms? Why is he always like a little crybaby in front of her...

"Whisper..."

While he was close to her, Song Weichen desperately uttered a few words. Gu Cangyue was stunned for a moment, then he understood and put his ear close to her lips.

"After I leave... you... go back to the upper realm, Yuan Jian. Cultivate, cultivate your Yuan Shen..."

"I believe in you. Even if there is no... no Boss Shu... to play a supporting role in the future, you can still succeed."

Song Weichen's words made Gu Cangyue's body shudder. How did she know the secret hidden in the deepest part of his soul? !

Perhaps because his mind was fluctuating too much, Gu Cangyue himself did not realize that his pupils began to flash purple light, and purple cataracts slowly appeared. The strength of his hands holding her unconsciously increased a little.

"How did you know?" His voice was tense.

"I, we...are connected by blood, idiot."

"So, even for me... you have to live well."

"call……"

Song Weichen found it increasingly difficult to breathe. The wound was so painful that she felt like she was a huge wound.

"Also... there's something wrong with the dream buds... pick them, pick them..."

"Ugh! Poof!"

Song Weichen suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood. Because of this noise, Zhuang Yuheng, who had been standing with his back to the two of them, turned around hurriedly, but was surprised to find that a ball of purple puppet energy was exploding from Gu Cangyue's entire body. The terrifying puppet energy was obviously out of control, and was not only attacking himself, but also attacking Song Weichen who was already dying in his arms!