The Sweetness of the Seventies-Chapter 987 - 956: Reincarnation of a Previous Life, Weeping
Chapter 987: Chapter 956: Reincarnation of a Previous Life, Weeping
Just as everyone lamented the fall of the Changling Supreme God, a figure clad in bright red appeared out of nowhere, shielding the Supreme God in the nick of time.
"You came, Changling!" Although the woman was stabbed in the back, there was no pain in her eyes, only the love for her lover.
"Yunyun!" the Changling Supreme God cried out, his eyes bloodshot. "You... You’re so foolish..."
"You... are... all right." The lady in red said, and then her body, under the refining power of the sharpening blade, turned into a puff of red mist.
Teardrops became blood droplets, scattering in the air.
With blood-red eyes, the Changling Supreme God roared, "Yunyun..."
He tried to reach out but Yunyun had already vanished into thin air.
"Haha, Changling, you feel the pain now, don’t you!" the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch laughed loudly, though tears also streamed from his eyes. "If I can’t have it, I won’t let you have it either."
"Die!" the Changling Supreme God, burning up all of his true energy, slowly raised his hand, transforming it into a sword and chopping slowly towards the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch.
The Thousand Eye Demon Monarch, already severely weakened by his previous attack, had no strength to withstand the Changling Supreme God’s strike.
Under the gaze of all, every eye of the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch vanished.
At the second blow, the now half-power-drained Thousand Eye Demon Monarch was bisected.
Surrounded by a golden aura of sword energy, the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch was devoured by it, the dark aura consumed until nothing remained.
The Thousand Eye Demon Monarch was gone, and the Changling Supreme God, staggering a few steps, picked up a Xiyu Flower Hairpin from the ground.
This was something he had made himself.
The hairpin remained, but Yunyun was gone.
Just when Changling was feeling utterly disconsolate, he noticed a drop of Yunyun’s vital blood on the Xiyu Flower Hairpin.
With this in mind, the Changling Supreme God walked away, holding the hairpin.
He did not hear the pleas of the people behind him.
As long as there was a drop of blood, Yunyun would come back one day.
This time, he was determined to wait for her.
In the bleak, cold winds, a tall and lonely figure waited continuously, searching.
Finally, he found the most suitable place.
At the peak of a snowy mountain, he used his sword to drill a hole at the summit, staying there with the Xiyu Flower Hairpin, one year, two years, endlessly waiting.
At last, when the moment was right, the Changling Supreme God used most of his power to send that drop of vital blood into the cycle of reincarnation.
This way, she could be reborn.
Even if he had to traverse mountains and rivers, he would find Yunyun.
He gave up everything and walked tirelessly between heaven and earth, taking the most simple steps to trace the footsteps of Yunyun.
Whenever the colorful clouds appeared, he would find a spot facing the rosy glow to play his flute, watching the light mesmerizingly, hoping to see the figure that haunted his dreams amidst the radiance.
If luck was on his side and the heavens were compassionate, he could truly see the woman’s appearance and her smiling face; yet whenever he could not distinguish between reality and dreams, reaching out to grasp her, he would clutch only at the emptiness...
Streaks of colorful clouds passed through his fingers, yet she was nowhere to be found...
Ah... Ah...
The poignant vicissitudes and wanderlust threading through the mortal world,
The journey close to your heart,
Pierce through the green mountains and desolation far and wide,
With dreams of you accompanied by the fragrance of flowers taking flight,
This life is crazed by you,
This love is unparalleled in the world,
The sword’s shadow, the water’s glistening,
Is just the past being the past,
This life is crazed by you,
This love is unparalleled in the world.
If there’s still an intimate wandering
Withered beauty hard to forget
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Fortunately, her singing is still by his ear······
Accompanying him all the time······
He Tiantian, like an outsider, watched scene after scene, moved by their love and saddened that they couldn’t be together.
"Wuwuwu······" He Tiantian cried in her sleep.
Huo Yingjie was awakened by He Tiantian’s sobbing, turned on the light to see her face stained with tears, but she wasn’t awake; she was crying because of a dream.
What did she dream about to cry like this?
Was he in the dream?
"Tiantian, Tiantian, wake up." Huo Yingjie gently shook He Tiantian, wanting to ask what sort of dream had made her cry so hard.
"Huh?" He Tiantian woke up groggily, her voice nasal, "What’s wrong? Why are you calling me?"
Huo Yingjie reached out to wipe away her tears and softly said, "What did you dream about? You cried so sadly, you scared me."
He Tiantian was taken aback and then remembered her dream.
So clear, so real!
"I... I dreamt about the Changling Supreme God." He Tiantian murmured to herself, raising her eyes to look at Huo Yingjie, the man before her superimposing with the man from her dream, yet also separate.
They had similarities, but also differences.
"Oh?" Huo Yingjie was surprised, "Can you tell me about it?"
He Tiantian nodded and said, "I can. I dreamt of a red-clad woman named Yunyun dancing on the summit of a snowy mountain······"
As He Tiantian finished speaking and looked up at Huo Yingjie,
She froze.
Because Huo Yingjie had tears in his eyes!
"Brother Yingjie, what’s wrong?" He Tiantian asked, instantly recalling that Huo Yingjie had mentioned something about past lives before, "Was it like that back then?"
"Yes, I regret it," Huo Yingjie said, "It took us three lifetimes to come together······"
His master hadn’t lied to him······
He had waited, and the wait was over.
He Tiantian wrapped her hands around Huo Yingjie’s neck, gently kissed away his tears, and said, "It’s all in the past now, we are together, and so happy. Your earnest pursuit, my patient waiting, they have both come to fruition. Although the process was complicated, the outcome is good, isn’t it?"
"Yes, we’re finally together," Huo Yingjie said, "That’s wonderful!"
The two embraced, feeling each other’s warmth, not just in a dream!
In a daze, Qi Zhengmin’s voice came from outside: "Sister Tiantian, why aren’t you up yet? Weren’t you going to the morning market?"
Hearing the voice, He Tiantian quickly got up.
"So early!" Huo Yingjie looked at the time, it was only four in the morning, and outside was dim.
"You watch the kids at home, I’ll go out and buy stuff," He Tiantian said softly, "Thanks for your hard work, mwah!"
He Tiantian, as if comforting a child, pecked Huo Yingjie on the face, dressed, took her wallet, and left the room.
After a quick wash, she went to the morning market with Qi Zhengmin.
Zhang Ning followed, ensuring He Tiantian’s safety.
"I can’t believe you managed to get up so early," He Tiantian said with a laugh, "Truly, the power of love is great."
Qi Zhengmin heard this and was about to retort when they heard hurried footsteps from behind; turning his head, Tang Qian had followed them.
"It’s so early, why didn’t you sleep a bit longer?" Qi Zhengmin asked, it was indeed too early.
"I’m here to help carry things," Tang Qian said with a laugh, indifferent to He Tiantian’s teasing gaze, smiling tenderly at Qi Zhengmin.
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