Both worlds are like dreams

Chapter 232 The pain of facing alone

Wei Yunzhou's Soul-Breaking Sword was suddenly unsheathed, and the Seven Killing Sword Intent was so terrifying that he swung it towards the woods behind him.

The majestic sword intent was like a giant dragon emerging from the water, cutting the trees in half. The people hiding in the trees were also affected, falling to the ground and having to show up.

Wei Yunzhou looked at the two figures, they were Phantom's black and white demons. With such a big commotion here today, it was hard not to attract Phantom's attention.

The Black and White Devils were shocked by Wei Yunzhou's domineering and sharp swordsmanship, but they were puzzled by the anger in his sword intent. They all came here to gather information, so why are they not allowed to get close?

Wei Yunzhou said in a deep voice, "Does the matter here have anything to do with you?"

The Black and White Devils looked at each other, and Changfeng spoke first, "We want to know too."

Wei Yunzhou knew that Phantom's strength was not enough to defeat Snow Phoenix's fourth level of the Mysterious Ice Curse, so this matter should have nothing to do with them. They appeared here, probably to investigate the situation here. "If you don't want to die, get out now!"

The Black and White Devils stepped back, but still stared at this side. They found that Wei Yunzhou's men had taken a lot of effort to break the ice and carry away the corpses that looked like residue.

Seeing that they finally left, the Black and White Demons went forward to check. This area was completely frozen by frost, and all traces were covered by ice and snow, making it impossible to explore. But they could confirm one thing, this wonderful technique must be related to Wei Xuehuang.

What's more, Wei Yunzhou also appeared here. But what are they looking for?

The two men walked around and found nothing, then disappeared into the night.

The thick ice gradually melted away until dawn.

Mo Xingyue waited at the gate of the palace for an hour, but Xue Huang did not come to see her off. She walked away angrily with a pout on her face.

Little did they know that the people from Shanhemen had already turned the entire Shangyang City upside down and still couldn't find Xuehuang.

Gu Qinglan and Mo Ruilin also realized something was wrong and came to Jinxiu Tower to inquire about the situation. Upon hearing that Xue Huang was assassinated by people of unknown forces and forcibly broke through the realm and disappeared, Gu Qinglan could not sit still and went out to look for her himself.

The spies from Shanhemen kept bringing in news, but to no avail. Xue Huang seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.

Several days passed, and compared to the chaos in Shangyang City, the mountain villa on the shore of Bi Bo Lake seemed isolated from the world.

The Snow Phoenix, whom everyone had been searching for in vain, was found sleeping quietly in a small courtyard built by the water.

Outside the window, the scenery of lake and mountains blend together, and the sunlight falls on her face, as beautiful as a peerless painting.

But there were always traces of tears in the corners of her eyes, which looked so sad on her beautiful face, as if she was immersed in a dream, which was full of sad things, but she couldn't wake up no matter what.

One day, two days, three days... Xue Huang was in a coma for a full seven days. Her injuries were too severe, and coupled with the sword in her heart, if it had gone just an inch lower, even a god would have been powerless to save her.

During these seven days, Xue Huang had been having the same nightmare over and over again. The huge door in her heart was opened, and she saw "herself" standing there alone, and the red figure stabbed a sword into her heart, and the face of the man holding the sword was extremely clear.

That "self" was desperate and resolute, burying himself in the wind and snow. And the figure in red, without a single wave of emotion in his eyes, walked away in the wind and snow, never looking back.

The wind and snow on the cliff were extremely cold. She couldn't tell whether Mo Yunchen's eyes were colder or the wind and snow were colder. She just felt that she was about to be drowned by this merciless wind and snow.

This scene was like a reincarnation, constantly playing out before her eyes. Xue Huang's heart had become numb, and in her ears there was only the faint echo of that cold, desperate, unwilling and resentful voice: Mo Yunchen, I hate you, in this life, the next, and eternity. I only wish that we will never see each other again...

Did this happen in her previous life? Why did it remain in her memory across time, space and reincarnation?

Xue Huang woke up in the morning light. She heard the sound of wind chimes. The melodious sound was accompanied by the crisp sound of birds, as if it was blended with the call of some kind of longing.

When she turned around, she could see the blue sky and green mountains in the distance. The wind chimes by the window were swaying in the wind. She could also hear the sound of water. Where was this place?

Xue Huang wanted to sit up, but she felt uncomfortable all over, especially in her chest. The extremely clear pain in the dream seemed to overlap with reality. She couldn't tell whether it was the pain of the wound or the pain of her heart. She just felt very sad.

At this moment, the sound of a door opening was heard, and a pair of heavy and slightly hurried footsteps approached her.

The next moment, Mo Yunchen's figure appeared clearly in her eyes.

Xue Huang suddenly had a feeling of time and space confusion. Everything in the dream was so clear that only his cold eyes remained in front of her. However, the man in front of her at this moment seemed different from the one in the dream.

"Awake." He said in a light tone. He placed the medicine bowl and medicine in his hand on the bedside, and then looked at her.

Xue Huang's face was extremely pale, and her lips were bloodless, but her ink-black eyes revealed an inexplicable coldness as she stared at him quietly.

Mo Yunchen narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing that she probably resented him because of the sword he used to hurt her. He didn't want to explain that the sword was not his intention, and he still hadn't figured out why he seemed to be out of control at that moment and stabbed her with the sword.

Xue Huang spoke with difficulty, her tone unconsciously revealing a sense of desolation and pain, "Why...save me?"

A wicked smile spread out from the corner of Mo Yunchen's mouth, "Isn't it a pity to die like this?"

Xue Huang turned her eyes away. She shouldn't have asked such a knowing question. Her blood was the material for him to make the poison. He would naturally not let her die. Even if she had to die, it would have to be after his poison was successfully refined. Just like in the dream, she would be discarded by him only when she lost her value.

Mo Yunchen looked at her expression, frowning slightly. How could that little girl who was as ferocious as a little fox suddenly become a different person? Why did she look so sad? She was crying even when she was asleep?

Why? Because of the sword he stabbed her with?

"You..." There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone, "Why are you so sad?"

Xue Huang closed her eyes, not wanting to answer him. She felt confused. She didn't know whether the memory in the giant door was a dream or a forgotten past. She didn't know whether she should face this pain.

Mo Yunchen put his hand on Xue Huang's belt, and before she realized it, he had already reached out to untie her clothes.

Xue Huang's expression turned cold, and she grabbed his wrist with a trembling hand, "What are you going to do?"

Mo Yunchen didn't say anything. He pressed her acupoints with his backhand and skillfully pulled open her clothes with his other hand, revealing her round shoulders and fair skin.

Xue Huang's eyes were almost blazing with fire, and she glared at Mo Yunchen with gritted teeth, "Mo Yunchen, you are shameless! Stop it!"

Mo Yunchen glanced at her with a half-smile, and removed the gauze on her shoulder and chest. There were two wounds underneath. Both have healed. The one on her shoulder healed faster, but the wound took longer. The one on her chest has just scabbed over, and if she struggles violently, it is very likely to break free. So he directly pressed Xue Huang's acupuncture points, "Be good, I spent a lot of effort to save you."

"I don't need you to save me!" Xue Huang's face regained some color due to her anger, and she looked more energetic.

"Your life is mine." Mo Yunchen said lightly while applying the best ointment gently on her scar. His fingertips were slightly warm, but Xue Huang got goose bumps all over her body.

If looks could kill, Mo Yunchen would have been riddled with holes by now.

Xue Huang was furious, "Mo Yunchen!"

Mo Yunchen's fingers trembled at the shout, and he poked Xue Huang's scar directly, causing her to frown in pain. His eyes were slightly cold, "Shut up! If you say one more word, I will pull your clothes down one more inch."

Xue Huang gritted her teeth, wishing she could chew him up. But looking at his slightly cold eyes, she still didn't say anything.

Damn it! He'd better not untie her acupuncture points, otherwise she would poke a few holes in his body.

Mo Yunchen applied the medicine to her, then helped her up and let her lean against the head of the bed. Ignoring her fiery gaze, he put the new gauze around her neck, passed it under her left armpit, bandaged the wound on her heart, and finally pulled her clothes on.

After doing all this, he still didn't untie her acupoints.

"Let me go!" Xue Huang gritted her teeth.

Mo Yunchen took the medicine bowl and said, "Drink it."

"Let me go first."

"Do you want me to feed you?" Mo Yunchen pursed his lips and smiled, then he drank a sip of the medicine, then pinched Xue Huang's chin and slowly approached her.

Xue Huang was startled and said quickly: "I'll drink it myself!"

Mo Yunchen swallowed the medicine, smiled softly, and brought the bowl close to her mouth.

Xue Huang immediately drank the whole bowl of medicine, enduring the bitter taste and anger. She had no idea what that bastard had put in the medicine. It was so bitter that she was about to cry.

Mo Yunchen's thumb brushed across her chin, wiping away the spilled medicine. "I'm going to untie your acupuncture points now, but you'd better not move, or I'll keep you like this."

Xue Huang glared at him and thought: I won’t listen to you.

"Looking at your eyes, it seems that you are dissatisfied with me." Mo Yunchen looked at her with a smile.

Xue Huang took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, looked at him calmly and said, "Let me go."

Mo Yunchen's mouth curled up in a satisfied arc, and he reached out to untie her acupoints.

Xue Huang really didn't move, she just changed to a more comfortable position and leaned against the head of the bed.

She moved her arms, only to feel her whole body go limp and weak, without even the strength to clench her fists.