Chapter 1207: Chapter 1207: The 99th Merit
Feng Fuce recalled the journey where he accompanied Bai Zhi’er as she grew up.
She was almost always helping others.
With her precocious wisdom, she was either navigating the court or dealing with family troubles.
Most of the time, she was concerned about the people, doing all the good deeds she could.
She was completely obedient. After the Heavenly Dao fell into a coma, she did not make a fuss and shouldered the heavy responsibilities alone.
When she said a hundred deeds of merit, she meant a hundred, striving hard to reach her goals.
She never confided her difficulties and hardships to Bai Xilie.
Bai Zhi’er was clearly only fifteen years old, yet she bore the responsibility of the entire world.
Feng Fuce realized empathetically how bitter the life his Little Heavenly Dao had lived.
Even while slumbering in this memory, she didn’t dare to cry freely.
Clearly, she was afraid.
But she told herself to endure.
Feng Fuce gradually held her tighter: "If you want to cry, then cry. I’m here, Bai Zhi’er, don’t be afraid."
"Even if one day, you lose everything, have nothing, I can still crown your name upon this Three Realms."
"Bai Zhi’er, you have me by your side, until death, I will never leave you."
Suddenly!
Everything around them vanished.
Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er found themselves in a realm of darkness.
He knew, she had remembered.
The little one in his arms, unknowingly, returned to the form of the maiden Bai Zhi’er.
"Brother Fu Ce..." Bai Zhi’er’s tears fell like rain, choking with sobs, "I almost became a coward running away."
Feng Fuce just chuckled lightly: "For so long, you bore so much alone, what harm is there in a brief escape?"
"Whether you are scared or worried, you can cry freely, because I am here."
"I will definitely achieve completion for you and succeed the Heavenly Dao."
Bai Zhi’er’s sobbing grew louder.
Feng Fuce gently patted her back: "Cry, your grievances, I’ll take care of them."
After he spoke, Bai Zhi’er leaned into his embrace and burst into tears.
Like a child who had held in grievances for a long time.
Her stress was truly immense.
Bai Zhi’er was very afraid she might not be able to inherit the Heavenly Dao, with her mother still in a coma, and her father always looking nostalgically at what her mother left behind.
At that time, she didn’t know what she could do.
Fortunately, with Feng Fuce’s companionship, she was able to express all her grievances.
Not long after, the two of them woke up together.
"Zhi’er!" Bai Xilie, who was by the bedside, saw Bai Zhi’er’s eyelashes flutter open, and he held his daughter’s hand joyfully.
Bai Zhi’er slightly turned her eyes, her eye sockets still red.
She saw her father’s eyes, filled with bloodshot lines, deeply shadowed, and knew that Bai Xilie had been too worried to sleep.
"Father..." Her voice was weak and hoarse: "I’m sorry for making you worry."
"Silly child, what is there to apologize for? As long as you’re okay, even if it takes my life to exchange, it’s worth it!"
Bai Zhi’er licked her dry lips, and Feng Fuce had already handed her a cup of tea.
Though he said nothing, his actions were seen by Bai Xilie.
Bai Xilie praised, "Marquis Wan, you’ve worked hard."
"No trouble," Feng Fuce said lightly, "for Bai Zhi’er is my life too."
Bai Zhi’er, who was sipping tea, suddenly widened her watery eyes and quickly looked at Bai Xilie.
Bai Xilie’s expression froze slightly.
But, he looked at Feng Fuce deeply, and surprisingly didn’t refute or question, not even losing his temper!
Bai Zhi’er was even more surprised.
Just then, a golden feather floated in through the half-open window.
Bai Zhi’er reached out, and the feather fell into her palm.
The ninety-ninth deed of merit, risking life to shield a snake demon from the Heavenly Tribulation, is good.
