Star Dome Railway: Give the man you love a home

Chapter 954 Jing Yuan x Original Heroine 84



Chapter 954 Jing Yuan x Original Heroine 84

Jing Yuan had actually been about to resign from his position as general, but he was struggling to hold on, just waiting for Lin Qian to return. After Jing Yuan left, Fu Xuan quickly took over the position of general.

"The general has finally fallen into the evil spirit's trap." Fu Xuan spoke while handling official business at her desk, as if the words were a sigh flowing from the depths of her heart.

The wind was like a naughty child, sneaking in through the window that was never closed tightly. The wind was fierce and as turbulent as a raging wave.

A storybook on the bookshelf was somehow blown to the ground and the pages automatically turned to the last page.

The storybook was "Forced Love with Yandere Girlfriend" which was confiscated by Lin Qian before Jing Yuan finished reading it.

The content of the last page is like a sharp sword, piercing the reader's heart. It says that the girlfriend is dead and the protagonist has gone crazy.

The ending of the storybook is heartbreaking, but in the real world, their story continues.

Since Bai Heng's soul was no longer in her body, Bai Lu had grown into a graceful young lady and was no longer in the eternal child's shape.

Bai Lu and Yan Qing, who has grown into a teenager, can both feel that General Jing Yuan's departure may be because he has fallen into the evil spirit body.

Near Linyuan Realm, there is a place that looks like a paradise, with birds singing, flowers blooming, and green trees shady.

There, a tombstone was quietly erected at some point, and on the tombstone were engraved the four words "late wife Lin Qian", like four heavy tears dripping into people's hearts.

Yanqing, Jiaoqiu, Bailu and Lin Qian's other friends, after discovering this sudden tombstone, came to pay their respects regularly.

In order to find an opportunity to reunite with his master, General Jingyuan, and to see how his master is doing now, Yanqing comes to this tombstone most frequently, almost whenever he has free time.

Finally, by chance, Yanqing met General Jingyuan, who was kneeling alone in front of a tombstone and crying bitterly.

Jing Yuan was dressed in black, looking desolate and cold. He raised his hand and gently stroked the tombstone.

Jing Yuan's golden eyes had now completely turned blood red.

"During the day I am filled with sorrow until dusk, at night I think of the past. I toss and turn alone in sorrow, my tears soaking the pillow."

"Ah Qian... don't you want to see your husband go crazy for you? Now your husband has resigned from his official position and devoted everything to love you, why are you still unwilling to come back..."

Jing Yuan's originally gentle eyes were taken over by madness, and in an instant, all his past gentleness and calmness were swallowed up without a trace.

Yan Qing, who was standing far away, looked at the strange and frightening General Jing Yuan in front of him with astonishment in his heart.

In Jing Yuan's eyes as he looked at the tombstone, a crazy and terrifying love spread out, but in the depths of his eyes, there was also a heart-breaking pain that penetrated deep into his bones.

This pain was like thousands of sharp blades piercing his heart at the same time, making Jing Yuan's eyes look even more sad and desperate besides being crazy, and every glance seemed to be filled with deep sorrow.

"General..." Yan Qing looked at General Jingyuan in front of him and finally couldn't help but speak.

Yan Qing's memory of what happened later has become as blurry as the mountains covered by morning mist. He only vaguely remembers General Jing Yuan holding the Xiyun Sword...

Yan Qing was naturally unharmed. Even if Jing Yuan had fallen into the body of a demon, he would never harm innocent people, let alone Yan Qing. He was still the General Jing Yuan of the past.

“Sometimes blind people, without being disturbed by the outside world, can see the most real things.”

For some reason, the words that Lin Qian once said suddenly popped up in Jing Yuan's mind.

Jing Yuan held the dagger that belonged to Lin Qian in his hand and waved it in front of him, with the blade flashing.

"Since I can only see Qian by closing my eyes, I don't need these eyes."

Jing Yuan certainly did not destroy his eyes, not because he was afraid of pain.

But at the moment before his eyes were destroyed, Jing Yuan suddenly felt the presence of Lin Qian's soul beside him.

"Husband, don't..." Lin Qian's weak soul, which was possessed by the Xiyun Sword, saw Jing Yuan trying to destroy her eyes, and spoke out anxiously to stop him, not knowing whether Jing Yuan could hear her.

In short, after Lin Qian said this, surprisingly, Jing Yuan really slowly put down the dagger.

"A Qian still can't bear to let go..." Jing Yuan sighed slightly, his thoughts drifting back to the past.

She remembered that Lin Qian once said that his eyes were beautiful, and she hoped that his eyes would gaze at her forever.

Jing Yuan gently picked up the eye mask beside him and covered his eyes tightly.

"So A Qian is here..." Jing Yuan, who was blindfolded, seemed to have seen something and was slightly excited.

Jing Yuan gently raised his hand and gently stroked the illusory figure in front of him, as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world, and said softly.

Since Lin Qian was killed by Jing Yuan himself, at this moment, Jing Yuan finally had the first smile on his face.

Everything Jing Yuan saw was naturally not an illusion, but Lin Qian's soul was truly here, and he could feel it clearly with his keen senses.

Lin Qian once possessed the cup, and because Lin Qian was in good health at that time, Jing Yuan could see through it at a glance.

However, Lin Qian's soul is now so weak that it is almost extinguished.

Only when Jing Yuan closed his eyes and blocked out the complicated world could he catch a glimpse of Lin Qian's presence in the endless darkness.


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