Qingyuan’s expression instantly froze, walking determinedly towards the door. Huahua’s face changed: “It’s Brother Chen.”
Seeing her hurry over, I followed closely. I must say, Chen’s timing was terrible. It was already extremely difficult to take Huahua away; protecting him would be even more challenging.”
Arriving at the front courtyard, I saw the lotus-blue clothing, undoubtedly belonging to Jian Chen.
After several days apart, his eyes had gained more vicissitudes. His slightly rumpled clothing suggested he had been searching for Huahua these days.
My heart stirred. Since he could enter, it meant the ghost gate had reopened. I suppressed my excitement and began considering how to take them away.
Huahua saw Jian Chen and walked towards him: “Brother Chen.” After two steps, Qingyuan stretched out his hand to block her.
Jian Chen gripped his long sword, staring at Qingyuan: “You’re the ghost creature captured by Yu’er that day.”
“So what?”
Their voices were cold and murderous, likely to fight within two sentences.
I actually hoped they would battle, giving me a chance to escape with Huahua. But Huahua tightly gripped Qingyuan, stubbornly saying: “Don’t hurt my Brother Chen.”
I truly despised Huahua, secretly wiping away tears, stepping forward: “Although Huahua is a demon, the ghost realm is unsuitable for her long-term stay. The Pear Garden is her proper residence. Qingyuan, you understand this, right?”
I sneered: “When I first met you, I was curious why you would practice such a forbidden technique. It wasn’t until Huahua mentioned Baiyu that I understood – you didn’t want Baiyu to die, didn’t want Huahua to die, so you chose to use your own life to stop that calamity.”
But you forgot one thing: you three have depended on each other for a hundred years. Whether lovers or family, they have become irreplaceable. What would they do if you died?”
Jian Chen, exhausted, replied: “If not this way, what else could I do? Watch Huahua die?”
I pursed my lips, words on the tip of my tongue, yet unable to speak. I am the God Monarch of the Divine Realm, an observer who cannot say too much, even if… watching the three of them face life and death, defying fate.
I hate this feeling.
Mu Yin frowned and said: “Susu, even if reborn, your Divine Realm cannot change the affairs of our Ghost Domain, right?”
