Douro Continent

Chapter 537 Tang San's Sixth Soul Skill: Void Explosion Eight-Stage Throw

It wasn't that Tang San didn't want to use the more powerful Blue Silver Overlord Spear; it was simply that he didn't have time to condense it, even though that time had been greatly reduced. His Invincible Golden Body only lasted three seconds. The Clear Sky Hammer, which didn't require releasing a soul skill and had considerable attack power, was the best choice.

The Clear Sky Hammer flew out, its tip flashing white light. The Killing God Domain had already unleashed its maximum power in Tang San's death-defying strike.

Although Yang Wudi's attack was extremely imposing, at this moment, he had no choice but to retreat. The Clear Sky Hammer might not be enough to threaten his life, but the eight Spider Lances that sent chills down his spine could. It was an intuition, the intuition of a Contra Douluo-level expert.

Therefore, in an instant, Yang Wudi made the most correct choice for him: his right palm slammed into his own Soul-Shattering Spear, ensuring that his attack wasn't weakened by separating himself from the spear, and simultaneously, he was propelled backward by the strong recoil. This was the first time Yang Wudi had retreated since the start of the battle. Of course, it was precisely because he chose to retreat that he successfully dodged the piercing attack of the Eight Spider Lances.

With his palms clasped together in front of his chest, Yang Wudi, who was in mid-air, gathered all his strength to block the incoming Haotian Hammer.

While the Weapon Soul True Body might be more powerful than the Martial Soul True Body, it lacks the advantages of the Martial Soul True Body. The amplification is almost entirely concentrated in the Weapon Martial Soul; having lost the Soul-Breaking Spear, Yang Wudi is now directly bearing the blows of the Clear Sky Hammer with his bare body.

The piercing, chilling aura first assaulted his body. Yang Wudi felt a sudden chill run through him, a violent coldness penetrating his entire being. Without the Soul-Shattering Spear, he couldn't stop this killing intent from spreading within him. The next moment, the Clear Sky Hammer slammed heavily onto his palms.

Under the immense force, Yang Wudi's palm slammed directly into his own chest. A dull thud ran through his chest, and he was sent flying backward, spitting blood mid-air. However, he had barely managed to block Tang San's desperate attack.

However, at the same time that Yang Wudi was severely injured by the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang San's invincible golden body time had also expired.

The golden light receded, and without the protection of his invincible golden body, Tang San truly felt the terror of the Soul-Shattering Spear's attack. With a soft "poof," blood spurted out as the thick Soul-Shattering Spear pierced through Tang San's right chest. The terrifying spear, twelve feet long, completely pierced through Tang San's body, then flew further away, disappearing into the wall behind him.

Tang San's body swayed, his face turned pale instantly, and the Clear Sky Hammer in the air disappeared.

"Young Master." Titan strode over to Tang San. But at that moment, two extremely intense lights rose from Tang San's body simultaneously.

A rich blue-gold light rose from Tang San's right leg, instantly enveloping his entire body. At the same time, a burst of red light erupted from Tang San's left arm, accompanied by countless spreading Blue Silver Emperors.

Tang San didn't release his martial soul; in the suffocating pain, he was simply unable to do so. At this moment, due to the penetrating wound in his right chest, even breathing was a problem. Yet, under these circumstances, his Blue Silver Emperor appeared on its own.

The six spirit rings reattached themselves, and the last one, the 100,000-year spirit ring that shone with an eerie light, suddenly shone brightly.

A phantom pink figure quietly emerged from the halo, and the next moment, she had already rushed in front of Yang Wudi, who was flying backward.

Yes, that was Xiao Wu's illusion. Although Tang San had been restraining himself from releasing his sixth spirit ring, when he was so severely injured, his depleted mental energy was no longer able to suppress the impulse of Xiao Wu's soul. Therefore, his sixth spirit skill, Xiao Wu, appeared.

In an instant, Tang San's body became illusory, and the gushing blood stopped abruptly in the void.

The Xiao Wu who appeared in mid-air was no longer the gentle and beautiful girl she was when facing the white crane yesterday. Her pretty face was filled with murderous intent, and in her illusory state, she was exuding a strong sense of coldness and killing intent.

With a sudden flick of her head, her long, black scorpion braid wrapped around Yang Wudi's neck. At this moment, Yang Wudi was still in a state of being knocked away by the Haotian Hammer, and was somewhat dizzy.

Xiao Wu kicked off his lower back with one foot, using her waist strength to lift her upper body, her neck arching back, and her foot thrusting forward, sending Yang Wudi flying into the air. Seeing this familiar scene, Tang San was also incredulous. He finally understood the full power of his sixth soul skill, Xiao Wu. The combination of Void and the ferocious close-range eight-stage throw before him.

The scorpion braid silently detached, and Xiao Wu's phantom-like figure caught up with Yang Wudi, who had been flung into the air. Having transformed into Tang San's sixth soul skill, Xiao Wu's Eight-Stage Throw not only didn't weaken in power, but seemed to have even increased it. Yang Wudi was actually propelled directly into the air by her previous throw, crashing heavily onto the roof before bouncing back down. And Xiao Wu caught up with him the instant he bounced back.

A pink figure appeared where Yang Wudi was bound to fall, grabbing his waist with both hands. Her slender waist seemed to snap, and she spun Yang Wudi's body backward instantly. Although Yang Wudi wanted to resist, the impact with the roof had left him dizzy. Besides feeling the world spinning, he could only summon his Soul-Breaking Spear again.

Xiao Wu gripped Yang Wudi's clothes at the waist, spinning him twice in mid-air. As she landed, the rapid spin caused by her arched waist propelled Yang Wudi's body to crash into the ground with a breathtaking whistling sound. Yang Wudi tried to use his Soul-Shattering Spear to support himself, but in his rapid spin, how could he possibly see where the ground was?

The three Titans, stunned, almost simultaneously closed their eyes. The power of such a mid-air ambush and slam was unimaginable. Yang Wudi was truly unlucky today; he severely injured Tang San, undoubtedly enraging Xiao Wu's soul and causing her sixth soul skill to erupt in full force. Once transformed into a soul skill, each strike of Xiao Wu's Eight-Stage Slam had a stun effect, making it almost impossible to dodge once she caught her. This soul skill consumed very little of Tang San's soul power; it only consumed Xiao Wu's soul. Each time she used it, her soul power needed twelve hours of rest to fully recover. In other words, without harming Xiao Wu's soul, Tang San could only use this soul skill once a day.

All Yang Wudi could do now was barely manage to distribute his soul power throughout his body to protect himself. But in the next moment, a violent tremor shattered the soul power he had gathered. After all, this patriarch of the Broken Clan was not skilled in defense.

Boom! Yang Wudi's body slammed heavily onto the ground. Xiao Wu had slammed him flat on the ground, resulting in a full-body impact. Yang Wudi groaned, blood streaming from his nose. He was still somewhat dazed from the fall, the dizziness returning. But this was only the beginning.

Without pausing, Xiao Wu placed her hands on Yang Wudi's waist and performed a backflip, trapping her feet on either side of his head. She slammed his body forward, her hands free, but her feet were able to exert even greater force. With Xiao Wudi's feet propelling him, and with another backflip by Xiao Wu herself, he was swung up and slammed heavily to the ground once more.

Using the recoil from the second fall, Xiao Wu flipped back, slamming Yang Wudi back to his previous position. At this moment, the patriarch of the Broken Clan was like a sack being swung around by Xiao Wu's feet, hit six times in total, three times in the front and three times in the back, causing his bones to crack and pop continuously.

Titan, Niu Gao, and Bai He, the three clan leaders, swallowed hard as they watched the scene unfold. They could fully imagine the impact Yang Wudi was experiencing. While Niu Gao was somewhat confident he wouldn't be injured by such a fall, even Titan knew he was in for a rough time.

Yang Wudi's blood had already splattered at their feet. Finally, when Xiao Wu swung Yang Wudi's body up again, she didn't throw him directly to the ground, but instead flung him into the air. The six consecutive throws were finally over. Including the initial aerial ambush and spinning throw, that made a total of seven throws.

Xiao Wu jumped up again, catching up with Yang Wudi's body in mid-air, and once again clamped her feet around his neck.

"Xiao Wu, have mercy!" Tang San's anxious shout saved Yang Wudi. When Xiao Wu looked at Tang San in mid-air, the murderous intent in her eyes instantly turned into tenderness. She loosened her grip on Yang Wudi's neck, slammed her right leg down, and sent him crashing back to the ground. She then flew to Tang San's side like a swallow returning to its nest.

boom--

Poor Yang Wudi crashed to the ground again, his face bruised and swollen. If it weren't for his level 80+ soul power constantly protecting him, and Xiao Wu not completing the terrifying 1080-degree aerial spinning slam of the final move of her Eight-Stage Throw, he would have been half-dead, if not dead. It's important to understand that after being transformed into a soul skill, 70% of Xiao Wu's Eight-Stage Throw's power lies in the final, continuously accumulating strike. The first seven strikes are merely to break through the opponent's defenses as much as possible.

The scene was completely beyond the expectations of all the spectators. Yang Wudi lay unconscious on the ground, while Tang San, who had suffered a near-fatal injury, stood perfectly still. If Yang Wudi's fall and unconsciousness were shocking, then what was happening to Tang San at this moment filled everyone with horror.

After his body entered a state of nothingness, blood stopped gushing from his wound, and the blue-gold light that had spread from his right leg to his chest rapidly spread throughout his entire penetrating wound. Then, stimulated by that blue-gold light, it was clearly visible that the muscles at Tang San's wound were rapidly growing as they writhed, and in a strange way, his wound was healing quickly.

When Tang San shouted to stop Xiao Wu from completing the final strike of the Eight-Stage Throw, the wound on his right chest had completely healed, and even the bone beneath the skin was gradually rising. Apart from the irreparable hole in his clothes, there was no trace of the wound at this moment. It was as if the Soul-Shattering Spear had never pierced through his chest.

The illusory Xiao Wu, seeing Tang San's somewhat reproachful gaze and then at the healed wound on his chest, raised her right hand, patted her chest in a gesture of relief, and smiled sweetly at Tang San. She then pointed to the Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch at his waist, and with a flash, the sixth spirit ring that had merged into Tang San's body disappeared.

Why did Tang San heal so quickly despite being so severely injured?

Xiao Wu bestowed upon Tang San a 100,000-year-old soul bone with two domineering skills: instant teleportation and invincible golden body. However, Tang San possessed more than just this one 100,000-year-old soul bone; the first one he received was the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone inherited from his mother.

It's important to know that Tang San's mother only sacrificed herself to Tang Hao after reaching maturity. How could the quality of her soul bone be inferior to Xiao Wu's? This is another hidden skill of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, besides its flight ability.

This name was given by Tang San. Not long ago, he had already discovered the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone as his second skill. Otherwise, why would he put himself in a potentially fatal situation in order to subdue the Broken Clan?

However, even Tang San himself didn't know the extent of the maximum repair effect of the skill attached to the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone. But he was certain that the Blue Silver Domain and places filled with Blue Silver Grass would be extremely beneficial for the effectiveness of this soul skill.

Although his face was still pale and his vital energy had been significantly damaged, what did these matter compared to a penetrating wound? He only needed a few days of rest to recover on his own.

The two youths Yang Wudi brought with him rushed to his side and helped him up. Fortunately, Yang Wudi's soul power was strong; although he was dazed and confused from the fall and had been injured by the Clear Sky Hammer earlier, at least his bones were not seriously damaged. Internal injuries, however, were inevitable.

One of the two young men helped Yang Wudi back to his seat, while the other quickly took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a few pills and put them into Yang Wudi's mouth, then took out water from his own soul tool to help him swallow them.

Tang San recalled Xiao Wu's gesture of pointing to the Ruyi Treasure Pouch before leaving, assuming she was telling him to take some medicine to strengthen his body. Seeing Yang Wudi taking medicine, he subconsciously reached into the Ruyi Treasure Pouch as well. There were still some Dragon Mushroom Leaves left; taking one would be enough to help him quickly recover his energy.

However, when Tang San reached into his Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch, his expression turned strange in an instant, and he quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

Titan strode over to Tang San's side, while Niu Gao and Bai He gathered around Yang Wudi, using their soul power to help him activate the medicine. Seeing Tang San's sudden movement, Titan quickly asked, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Tang San shook his head and said to Titan, "Senior, I'm a little tired. I'll go back and rest first. When Senior Yang Wudi wakes up, please tell him that I hope to have a good talk with him this afternoon."

Seeing Tang San's pale face, Titan quickly nodded, "I'll take you back."

Tang San shook his head and said, "No need. Senior Yang Wudi is probably suffering from some internal injuries. You should stay. I'm fine. You can see for yourself." As he spoke, he pointed to the spot on his chest where the wound had been penetrating.

Titan's gaze immediately turned strange. He could tell, of course, that Tang San's miraculous healing of his wounds was not due to a soul skill. If it wasn't a soul skill, then it must be a soul bone. Soul bone skills were taboo for any soul master, and although he was extremely curious, he didn't dare to ask too many questions.

Ma Hongjun didn't have as many reservations as Titan. Tang San refused Titan's escort, but the fat man had already taken Tang San's arm and helped him out of the reception room. As soon as he stepped out the door, he couldn't help but ask Tang San, "Third Brother, what happened to your wound? It scared me to death."

Tang San smiled slightly and transmitted his voice to the fat man, saying, "That's a soul bone skill. I named it: 'Wildfire cannot burn it out, the spring breeze brings it back to life.'"

No sooner had Tang San and Ma Hongjun left than Yang Wudi suddenly coughed up a mouthful of dark purple blood, exhaled a long breath, and finally came to his senses from unconsciousness.

The medicines refined by the Broken Clan were quite good. Although he was still burning inside and his whole body was filled with soreness, he had finally stabilized his injuries.

Yang Wudi, who had just opened his eyes, first glanced at the spot where Tang San had been. All he could see was a pool of blood. After realizing that Tang San was gone, his gaze became blank, and he stared blankly ahead without saying a word. But his trembling hands revealed the complexity of his emotions.

Titan, Niu Gao, and Bai He tacitly refrained from disturbing him. Bai He continued to inject his soul power into Yang Wudi's body, helping him to regulate his scattered aura.

After a long while, Yang Wudi's blank gaze gradually dimmed. He forced himself to stand up despite the aches in his body and stopped the white crane from continuing to channel its soul power into him. At this moment, he seemed to have aged ten years, and the arrogance on his face had been completely replaced by gloom.

Bai He couldn't help but speak up, "Old Goat, you don't need to be discouraged. If it were any of us, the result wouldn't have been any different. Besides, you haven't even used your eighth soul skill yet. It was because you held back that you gave him the chance."

Yang Wudi waved his hand at Bai He, "You don't need to comfort me. Losing is losing. Do you think I would deny it?" As he spoke, he quickly took out several medicine bottles from his soul tool and handed them to Bai He.

"Hold this for me. We need to injure that kid quickly. Take me to see him. He's been pierced by the Soul-Shattering Spear; if he's not treated properly, there will be long-term consequences."

Bai He did not accept the medicine bottle offered by Yang Wudi, and the expressions of the three clan leaders immediately became strange.

Yang Wudi was startled and looked at Bai He, saying, "Is he dead? But I clearly saw that his right chest was pierced. As long as he hasn't lost too much blood, he can still be saved!"

Niu Gao smiled wryly, "That kid's abilities are far greater than we imagined. When you were thrown, his wounds had already healed on their own. If I'm not mistaken, he had anticipated that injury, which is why he was willing to confront you head-on."

"Heal on its own?" Yang Wudi's hand trembled, and several medicine bottles fell to the ground. Fortunately, Bai He reacted quickly, catching them in his grasp. This prevented the medicine from being wasted.

A bitter smile appeared on Yang Wudi's lips. "It seems I've truly lost completely! What conditions did that kid propose?"

Titan said, "Tang San didn't say. He went to rest first. He just asked me to tell you to rest first, and that he hopes to have a good talk with you this afternoon."

Yang Wudi smiled bitterly, "It seems I really should rest. I've trained my attack skills my whole life, only to lose to a young man who's only level 60. Come on, take me to my room to rest."

Two disciples of the Po clan quickly helped him up from both sides, and he staggered out. Niu Gao personally led them to rest.

Titan and White Crane exchanged a glance, and White Crane sighed, "This battle not only shattered the old goat's stubbornness, but also his confidence."

Titan nodded. "It's a heavy blow for him, but from a certain perspective, it might not be a bad thing. After all, the old goat's mentality was never good to begin with."

A smile appeared on Bai He's face. "It seems that this time, our four clans will truly be reunited. Now, let's see how my grandson persuades Yang Wudi. I believe he has the eloquence."

Titan said irritably, "Old White Bird, I've discovered that among us, you're actually the most cunning one. You were pretending yesterday, but actually, you were already willing when you heard about Tang San's identity, weren't you?"

Bai He laughed and said, "You're the one pretending. I'm very happy that my grandson is capable. At first, I didn't even know he was my grandson! I've found that I'm starting to look forward to the future of the Tang Clan. At least, our Min Clan won't have to worry about making a living anymore."

Ma Hongjun escorted Tang San back to his room, and only left after Tang San confirmed that he did not need anyone to protect him.

Tang San did not rush to cultivate. His expression was very strange. He lowered his head and stared intently at the Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch hanging at his waist.

At this moment, he didn't even have time to think about how to persuade Yang Wudi that afternoon.

Tang San knew the contents of the Ruyi Treasure Pouch all too well. With his exceptional memory, he knew exactly where each of his medicines was located. Xiao Wu's physical form was kept separately in one of the empty spaces.

But just now, as he reached into his pouch to take out his Dragon Ganoderma leaf to eat, he suddenly discovered that he was touching a peculiar softness. A softness that should never appear in the Ruyi Baobao pouch.

If I had to describe it, its smooth texture was like that of a freshly peeled lychee, yet not with the icy coolness of a lychee, but rather a tender warmth. What is it? What on earth suddenly occupied this part of the Ruyi Magic Pouch?

Tang San cautiously reached into the magic pouch, but when he tried to feel it again, he found that the object he had touched was gone. Everything seemed to have returned to normal. He immediately thought of Xiao Wu and quickly took her out of the magic pouch.

Xiao Wu, still curled up asleep in her rabbit form, had an even denser layer of frost-like gas covering her body, and the immense energy fluctuations within her could be clearly felt even from the outside. Indeed, after consuming two top-grade immortal herbs, if it weren't for her body, which had cultivated for a hundred thousand years, she would probably have already burst.

Looking at the sleeping Xiao Wu, Tang San felt somewhat disappointed. He himself did not understand what he was hoping for.

Tang San was indeed exhausted. This was the first time he had experienced the "Wildfire Never Dies, Spring Breeze Blows and It Grows Again" skill in the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone. He felt only the lingering numbness and itching at the site of his previous injury. He also felt extremely tired. In his battle against Yang Wudi, he had given his all, using every trick in the book. It was only thanks to Xiao Wu's special sixth soul skill that the situation was turned around. Now, utterly exhausted, he quickly ate a piece of Dragon Leaf and lay down on the bed, falling asleep. His intuition told him that the recovery his body needed couldn't be achieved through cultivation; only complete relaxation and sleep could quickly replenish his depleted life force and energy.

Tang San's judgment was undoubtedly correct. Although he was human, he inherited his mother's soul bone and martial soul, granting him some of the Blue Silver Emperor's immortality. However, he hadn't yet fully developed the power of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, and today's battle hadn't taken place amidst a large abundance of Blue Silver Grass. That's why he felt so exhausted.

As soon as Tang San fell asleep, a faint blue light began to emanate from his body—a signal emitted automatically by the Blue Silver Emperor. Driven by instinct, the Blue Silver Domain expanded invisibly. This area wasn't large, only about one kilometer in diameter. Within this kilometer radius, all the growing Blue Silver Grass rapidly released their life force, infusing it into their emperor's body. They themselves, catalyzed by the Blue Silver Emperor's aura, gained the potential for evolution.

He hadn't slept so soundly in a long time, his consciousness completely immersed in his mind, oblivious to the outside world. Tang San's life force was recovering at an astonishing rate. But he wasn't the only one changing. Xiao Wu, sleeping beside him, was also undergoing significant changes as Tang San repaired himself.

Around the body shrouded in white mist, fragments of phantoms appeared continuously. Due to the mist, these phantoms were not clearly visible; only a vague humanoid phantom could be discerned. Snow-white skin, black hair.

White mist continued to be released, gradually enveloping the entire room in a light, hazy fog. In the dim light, the flickering illusion gradually solidified, and the rabbit, which had been curled up, merged with the illusion, stretching its body. The entire room was filled with a delicate fragrance, which helped Tang San fall into a deeper sleep.

In his hazy sleep, Tang San felt something warm against his body, soft as cotton yet elastic. As he turned over, he instinctively pulled it into his arms. He continued to sleep. In his dream, he saw Xiao Wu, and he dreamt that Xiao Wu had returned to his side, and they were embracing each other tightly.

I don't know how much time had passed when I heard a knock on the door.

"Third Brother, are you feeling better?" Ma Hongjun's loud voice rang out from outside.

Tang San, who was sleeping soundly, was startled awake from his dream and was surprised to find that it seemed to be dark outside.

"Fatty, what time is it?" Tang San asked subconsciously. As he asked the question, he suddenly felt something was wrong, because his body felt very heavy when he tried to sit up, and his right arm was already a little numb. In his hazy state, he looked into his arms, and almost instantly, all his sleepiness receded like a tide.

Ma Hongjun said from outside the door, "It's already evening. Third Brother, have something to eat. The leader of that Broken Clan is still waiting for your terms."

Tang San then realized what was happening. "Fatty, you go ahead first. I'll be right there."

Ma Hongjun noticed that Tang San's voice sounded strange, but because Tang San had exhausted himself in the previous battle, he assumed it was due to his physical condition and didn't pay much attention. He simply agreed and turned to leave.

As Ma Hongjun left, Tang San pinched his thigh hard, his whole body trembling slightly.

It hurt terribly, and only then did he fully realize that he wasn't dreaming.

In Tang San's arms lay a girl, a girl who was completely naked.

Her waterfall-like black hair almost covered her entire body, and her exposed skin clung to Tang San like a kitten snuggling close to him.

Tang San's numb right arm was because it had become her pillow; her head was buried in Tang San's chest, so her face couldn't be seen. But her delicate, flawless skin was enough to...

Tang San could clearly sense that he was a normal, vigorous man, which was why his voice sounded strange under these circumstances.

Tang San had no idea when the girl had appeared in his arms; she was sleeping so soundly. Could it have been arranged by Niu Gao? No, that was impossible. Chief Niu Gao wasn't that kind of person. Besides, he had just suffered injuries; why would he arrange a woman for him? But if it wasn't arranged by him, why was there someone else in his bed?

Just before falling asleep, Tang San sensed four members of the Yu Clan guarding the gate for him. With them there, how could outsiders easily enter?

He immediately snapped to attention, realizing he absolutely couldn't, and couldn't possibly, betray Xiao Wu. Without hesitation, he pulled his right arm away, trying to retract it. This movement seemed to startle the girl in his arms; she let out a soft moan and slowly raised her head.

However, when the girl fully raised her head and looked at Tang San with her bewildered and pure eyes, Tang San could no longer feel any stimulation, and his mind went completely blank.

It was a face as exquisite as an elf's, with a pair of large, dark eyes tinged with pink. Her peerless beauty was unadorned, yet everything was still so perfect, and so familiar.

"Xiao... Wu..." His voice trembled and sounded hoarse. In just an instant, Tang San's eyes turned completely red and moist.

Yes, that exquisitely beautiful face belonged only to the love of his heart. Perhaps there were other women in this world who could rival her. But in Tang San's eyes, she was his one and only, incomparable and unique.

The arms that had been trying to break free suddenly tightened, pulling her, who looked bewildered and helpless, into a tight embrace, as if trying to merge her into himself.

Despite pinching himself hard, Tang San was still afraid, afraid that this was all a beautiful dream. Holding the naked Xiao Wu in his arms, he felt no evil thoughts, only an intense, overwhelming love...

Xiao Wu's gaze remained blank and vacant. In Tang San's warm embrace, her white, lotus-root-like arms slowly rose and naturally wrapped around his neck. Her expression showed more attachment, but her eyes remained empty.

"Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu... Do you know how much I miss you? Why were you so foolish to sacrifice yourself to save me? Did you really think I would have any will to live after losing you? If it weren't for your sliver of hope for resurrection, I would have gone with you."

Tang San's voice was choked with sobs as he tightly embraced his beloved, his heart trembling uncontrollably. The fragrance of Xiao Wu's hair filled him with an unprecedented sense of happiness that permeated every corner of his being. He wished time could stand still at this moment, forever and ever…

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