si-mexico Chapter 390 It’s too late
Chapter 390 It’s too late
"We're even now, aren't we? I'll give you a knife, and you'll cripple me..." The man forced a smile as he dodged backwards, his hands and feet shaking constantly.
"Chang'an, we, we are husband and wife after all. If we don't consider the Buddha's face, we should... consider the monk's face, right? Think about our daughter. She was born less than seven months ago. She needs me as her father!
"No, don't come over here, don't come over here!
"Our daughter needs me as her father. I can't die. You don't want your daughter to know when she grows up that it was you, her mother, who killed her father with your own hands, right?"
The man was so frightened that his voice became distorted. He tried hard to crawl towards the gate of the yard, hoping to find someone to save him, but the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.
The cold murderous aura became heavier each time.
Song Chang'an looked at the man crawling on the ground like a drowned dog with a pale face. The hatred in his eyes was almost as red as the blood flowing from his heart.
She forced a mocking smile with great difficulty, but her beautiful face was like a flower in full bloom, which was then rapidly withering petals one by one, and her beauty instantly turned into desolation.
"You said you loved me and wanted to be with me forever. I gave up the path to immortality, which I considered my life, and lived with you in seclusion in this desolate village. I bore you children, hoping only to be with you day and night. But what was the result? Tell me, what did I get?"
She laughed out loud, tears and blood running coldly down her cheeks.
"In the end, you wanted to kill me to prove your ruthless path to immortality. From the beginning to the end, I was just a stepping stone you chose, an insignificant tool for your immortal journey. Your love for me, all your promises to me, were all fake.
"How dare you mention my daughter in front of me!
"You deserve to die, and she deserves to die too!"
A red light suddenly flashed across the field of vision, blood splattered in an instant, and a clean porcelain-white hand pierced the heart of the person opposite.
The man opened his eyes wide in disbelief, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he waved his hands, trying to struggle, but the light in his eyes was finally extinguished by the woman's tears filled with hatred.
At the last moment of his life, he used up his last bit of strength to tightly grasp the woman's arm, and laboriously uttered the words he wanted to say word by word: "Don't... kill... our... daughter... Chang'an, my wife..."
Song Changan watched the man he once loved most die in front of him, tears streaming down his face until he could no longer see clearly what was in front of him.
She stood on the man's body for a long, long time, the sun set and the stars rose, the stars fell and the sun rose, the sun and the moon rotated, and everything she had was destroyed here.
Finally, she ignored the crying babies in the house, burned the man's body, and left.
She returned to the sect she had once worshipped, knelt for ten days and ten nights in front of her master who had placed high hopes on her, and then took the initiative to go to the Discipline Hall to accept punishment. She was beaten with ten soul-eating whips, which took half her life. Finally, she became a disciple of the Tiangan Sect again.
She began to concentrate on her cultivation and no longer smiled at anyone. "Cold-hearted" and "ruthless" became her synonyms.
But she doesn't care about any of this. As long as she makes rapid progress in her cultivation, everything else is empty talk.
She thought she would continue like this until she ascended to become an immortal or died. She never thought she would see that person, her daughter, again.
Her own flesh and blood, whom she both hated and loved.
The master brought her to her and said that she was old enough to accept a disciple, so the child was handed over to her.
Song Changan was unwilling.
She hated the child. If possible, she would rather die than see her, let alone face her day and night in the future.
But the master's orders cannot be disobeyed.
When Master left, he patted her shoulder meaningfully. Perhaps at that time she should have understood Master's painstaking efforts.
Song Changan was not kind to the child. He often treated her coldly, drove her away, and never acknowledged his relationship with her. When he saw her being bullied and ridiculed by her peers, he never spoke out to defend her. He even secretly arranged some of the incidents.
She wanted the child to give up and leave her world.
But compared with her harshness, the child was very respectful and obedient to her. He never complained even when being beaten or scolded. He was even more diligent in serving her, as if he wanted to gain her approval.
Song Changan found it ridiculous and even more annoyed.
As the child looked at her with more and more dependence and trust, she could no longer bear it and ran to find her master, wanting to replace this "disciple".
But before her master could reply, she heard the news first. Song Changan had never seen her so distraught, as if the world had lost its color in her eyes.
The rain was pouring down, and she questioned her at the top of her voice, asking why she gave birth to her but didn't want her; why she gave birth to her but didn't recognize her; why she gave birth to her but didn't love her!
Song Changan had nothing to say.
She knew, perhaps at the moment she went to find her master, she had already realized that blood ties and the bond of flesh and blood could not be severed just because she wanted to.
The more the child tried to please her, the less she dared to face the guilt in her heart.
Song Changan finally thought, at least, no matter what, he should make it up to her, to her biological daughter.
But it's too late.
Too late.
The scene freezes at the moment when the girl visits Song Changan for the last time, kneeling on the ground and begging her that if she cannot come back, she must go to Stone Village, pick up her sister, and protect her for the rest of her life.
Then there are long gaps.
Then, for some unknown reason, Song Changan's body quickly deteriorated, his spiritual energy could not be stored, and he was fighting death every day.
Finally, she took the initiative to destroy her physical body, relied on the family treasure to become a ghost cultivator, left the sect, and found Stone Village.
"Where's my sister? Where did she end up? Why can't I find her?
"No, it can't be like this, it can't be like this!
"Sister, sister..."
Song Nian'er seemed to have completely collapsed. She suddenly knelt on the ground, hugged her head and wailed. Black energy rolled and surged all over her body, almost swallowing her up.
"Senior Sister, this is the time!" Xu Youan reminded loudly.
Jiang Liqian pursed her lips and sealed it with the last stroke of blood. Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in the Fusheng Realm, and darkness covered the city.
The ferocious thunder, carrying the pressure of heaven and earth, suddenly struck Song Nian'er, who was kneeling on the ground in pain, from top to bottom.
In an instant, the world lost its color.
Just when Xu Youan and Shen Qingqing thought that everything was over, Jiang Liqian suddenly half-knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Xu Youan's face turned pale instantly and he rushed over with cold hands and feet.
"Senior sister!"
Jiang Liqian's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips and gave orders in a cold voice.
"Xinxin, eat it!"
A little figure in a pink skirt emerged from Jiang Liqian's heart, opened its mouth excitedly, and swallowed the arrogant and rolling black air in front of it in one gulp.