Chapter 1201: Chapter 1169: Oath of Life and Death
"Man?"
Suddenly, an extremely cold voice came from Lin Yi’s mouth:
"Who is he!"
Zhang Xinying, who was about to say something, suddenly stopped and looked at Lin Yi:
"Are you nervous?"
Saying this, she added:
"It’s just a dream, and it’s not necessarily me in the dream."
Lin Yi stared blankly at this woman who was close at hand, just a dream?
If it’s not you in the dream, who else could it be?
But Lin Yi didn’t say this out loud, because even if he did, it might be regarded as unreasonable trouble.
Is this jealousy?
Perhaps it is.
Lin Yi didn’t want to deny it either:
"Even if it’s a dream, I hope you’re dreaming of me, not another man."
Zhang Xinying looked at Lin Yi’s serious expression and couldn’t help but smile.
Even though Lin Yi interrupted her words, Zhang Xinying’s heart was still filled with warmth.
Then Zhang Xinying held Lin Yi’s hand with her other hand, and said affectionately:
"Can you listen to me?"
Lin Yi stared unwaveringly into Zhang Xinying’s eyes, and after a while, he nodded and said:
"Alright!"
After listening, Zhang Xinying smiled slightly:
"Thank you!"
Then Zhang Xinying continued what she was saying:
"That day it should be..."
But when she spoke to this point, she suddenly paused and looked at Lin Yi beside her.
Lin Yi was puzzled:
"What’s wrong?"
Zhang Xinying shook her head and then continued:
"That day should be a very important holiday..."
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In a manor adorned with lanterns everywhere, what sharply contrasted with the red lanterns was the manor’s silent atmosphere.
As night fell, the manor appeared even more eerie against the red lanterns.
And in the depths of the manor,
A man dressed in a large red robe was sitting motionlessly on a rocking chair in front of the courtyard, looking up at the bright moon and starry sky.
If it weren’t for the "creak creak" sound of the rocking chair, the man would’ve almost melded into the surrounding environment.
Suddenly, a mocking laugh broke the silence here:
"Young Master Ling, I’ve heard today is your great day!"
A man with fair and delicate features, dressed in a brocade robe, suddenly appeared at the courtyard entrance.
But in just a moment, the entire courtyard was surrounded from front to back, left to right by a group of people.
The people exuded an unmistakable killing intent, clearly not here for friendly purposes.
The brocade-robed man’s expression gradually became crazed upon seeing the figure on the rocking chair in the courtyard:
"How can such an important day be without my presence?"
"Today, I’ve brought my brothers to amuse you."
After speaking, he laughed loudly, his laughter echoing through the night sky.
However, the eerie thing was, among dozens of people present, only the brocade-robed man laughed.
The red-robed man on the rocking chair suddenly set his feet on the ground, instantly fixing the rocking chair in place.
Amid the wild laughter, a trace of cruel killing intent flashed across the red-robed man’s mouth as he whispered:
"You all are too noisy."
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Zhang Xinying glanced at Lin Yi next to her and said:
"Then I heard continuous screams coming from outside."
As she said this, Zhang Xinying seemed to be back in that scene, unconsciously clenching her hands.
Lin Yi, who was about to fetch water, immediately turned to grab Zhang Xinying’s hand, and quickly comforted:
"It’s okay."
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"Are you nervous?"
A gentle voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Xinying’s ear.
Zhang Xinying could clearly see through the red bridal veil, a hand covered in blood holding her hand.
However, trapped in the dream, she felt like a third party, able to hear, see, and even smell the strong scent of blood.
But she could do nothing in her dream realm.
Soon, the red veil over her head was suddenly lifted, revealing a man with sword-like brows and starry eyes.
The one lifting the veil was the man previously seated in the courtyard, dressed in a red embroidered robe.
This was supposed to be an incredibly romantic moment.
But the patches of fresh red blood on the man’s face and body mercilessly ruined this beauty.
However, the woman was not frightened by the man’s appearance; instead, she calmly extended her hand to cover the bleeding wound on his abdomen, saying:
"You’re hurt."
The man looked down at the fatal knife wound on his abdomen, his face growing pale likely due to excessive blood loss.
Yet he smiled indifferently:
"Did you forget?"
"I promised you that I would never let you be harmed again."
"In this life, you’re the ’Demoness’ hated by the world, so I’ll kill everyone who hates you."
"What does it matter to become an enemy of the world for you?"
"But..."
The man gazed dispiritedly at his injuries, sighed helplessly:
"It’s a pity the time given to me in this life is too short."
"To die at the hands of a bunch of riffraff, I hate it!"
As he said this, perhaps from agitation, he suddenly couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood:
"Ugh~ Pfft!"
The woman supporting him couldn’t help but chuckle:
"When did a top-ranked expert become trash?"
But as she spoke, suddenly two lines of hot tears fell from her eyes.
The woman looked emotionally at this man drenched in blood in front of her, and softly asked:
"Was it worth it to awaken my past life’s memories?"
The man responded to the woman’s passionate gaze, smiling gently:
"Of course it was worth it."
As he said this, the man seemed to try to reach to touch his beloved in front of him.
But after several attempts, he couldn’t succeed.
The woman helped the man sit on the bed, then knelt in front of him, actively placing his hand against her face.
Not minding the blood on his hand, dirtying her fair face.
At this moment, the man was as happy as a child, looking at the woman before him, using his last breath to say:
"Let me continue to...protect...you in the next life"
When the final word fell, the woman was just quietly observing everything.
As the man’s gaze gradually dispersed and vanished, the woman gently laid him down on the bed.
Subsequently, she took out an already prepared white elixir from her embrace and swallowed it.
After completing this, she carefully removed her shoes and then lightly laid beside the man, slowly closing her eyes:
"In the next life, I will still be your bride."
Suddenly a hint of pain flashed across the woman’s face, followed by black, foul-smelling blood spilling from the corner of her mouth...
Unknowingly.
The massive manor once again returned to its original tranquility.
Only, in places touched by moonlight, bodies lay sprawled across the courtyard, silently recounting what had transpired.
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