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Chapter 231 The True God
Sang Ning was in a daze for a moment, but the hand holding the sword did not shake in the slightest because of the momentary confusion of thoughts.

Zheliu snorted, but still did not resist.

It turned out that being pierced by a sharp object in the chest would be so painful.

How painful she should have been.

A drop of clear tears suddenly rolled down from Zheliu's eye socket, and the tear dripped down his blood-stained cheek to the wound on his chest.

It hurts more and more...

Why did God treat him like this?
Why has he been asking for nothing all his life?
Why are the mistakes in the world always so hateful?
If he had known earlier that Sang Ning was Zi You, wouldn't all of this have happened?

Does he still have a chance to save Sang Ning?

Obviously he had noticed it before, and he had already had other feelings for her during the backtracking technique, but he still didn't want to believe it.

He even always thought that all his attention to her was because she and Shu Yu were also looking for the jade pendant he wanted most.

On their way back to the demon world, she took advantage of the opportunity of their separation to cast a tracking spell on her, so she had those three years with Cui Ming.

She knew that she didn't love him, but Xie Zhuo and Shu Yu, but he couldn't help falling for her again and again.

But later, after coming out of the backtracking technique, he only thought that this was the karma that belonged to the real Cui Ming and the Seventh Prince thousands of years ago, and he was just influenced by it, not cherishing her.

Who knows, who knows he was wrong.

He always thought it was sad that Shu Yu fell in love with a double, but he didn't expect that he himself was the saddest.

He thought he was praying mantis to catch cicadas, but who knew there was a real oriole behind him.

This time, he didn't even know who to blame.

Probably he can only blame himself for being stupid, for being incompetent and cowardly.

Blame him for not recognizing it early, he is the real Ziyou.

Zhe Liu looked up at Sang Ning's face obsessively, enduring the severe pain suddenly, and cautiously stretched out his hand to grab Sang Ning's hand hanging by his side.

Sang Ning frowned, took a step back in disgust to avoid his hand, and then pulled out the sword stuck in his chest.

Zhe Liu spit out another mouthful of blood because of her strength, and then fell to the ground.

"You gave me this today, and I will pay you back today. We still owe nothing."

"Also, I hope we'd better not see each other in the future."

A crisp bird song came, and the beautiful phoenix bird flew from a distance, bringing a glow from the sky.

Zhe Liu narrowed his eyes and looked at a person and a bird coming from a distance, his eyes were full of confusion.

Sang Ning turned her head to look, but before she could blink, Shu Yu, who was standing on Luanfengniao's back just now, was in front of her in an instant.

He stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, hugging her tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear in front of him again.

Sang Ning let him hug her, she could feel some abnormal violent fluctuations in his emotions, she gently reached out to hug him, patted his back, and whispered: "Shu Yu, I'm fine .”

"I'm really fine, don't be afraid."

Seeing that Shu Yu should not respond, she said something solemnly.

After a while, Shu Yu put his head on her shoulder and muttered in a low voice, "A-Ning, I'm sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late, it's just right now, we can leave together." Sang Ning said happily as if nothing had happened.

Zhe Liu was lying on the ground, looking vaguely at the two tightly hugging each other.

Even though his vision was so blurred, he could still see the warm and soft smile on Sang Ning's face so clearly, it was as beautiful as a fantasy.

Obviously, all these appearances of hers were only for him in the past.

Obviously, they should be a couple who depend on each other.

why?
Will this be the result?
Looking at the lonely jackdaws flying by in the sky, he slowly realized what it was like to be heartbroken at this moment.

Qingyan had already turned into a human form, but he stood there for a while looking at this extremely special scene in front of him, not knowing what to do.

Originally on the way, he also swore to Dijun that when they found Sang Ning, he would burn all the broken willows to ashes with a fire.

But now seeing his blood-stained, dying appearance, he seems a little unsure whether he needs to breathe again.

Shu Yu finally let go of Sang Ning, his eyes paused for a moment on the wisteria flower god seal on Sang Ning's forehead, and he unconsciously bent his eyebrows.

Only the gods who have survived the catastrophe can become real gods, and then live the same life as the sky.

Only gods with the same life span as the sky will show their divine seal.

From now on, Sang Ning will be a real god, and no one in the six realms of the world will be able to hurt her.

Shu Yu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the beautiful and unusual wisteria flower seal on her forehead. He followed the shape of the wisteria flower and outlined it carefully, with a smile on his lips.

Sang Ning looked at him inexplicably, showing a suspicious expression.

Shu Yu was taken aback for a moment, then blurted out, "You still don't know?"

"what do you know?"

Sang Ning grabbed his hand and touched his forehead, "What's on my face?"

"Yes, there is something." Shu Yu said with a light smile.

Sang Ning felt that his reaction was a bit strange, but he thought about it for a while, thinking that it was because of the dust and dirt from his actions just now, so he raised the back of his hand and wiped his forehead.

Then Shu Yu watched helplessly as a few bloodstains were left on her forehead.

As soon as he grasped her hand, he was slightly relieved when he saw that the back of her hand was stained with blood.

Shu Yu frowned, "Why are you rubbing your face carelessly with blood on your hands?"

"what?"

Sang Ning glanced at the bloodstains on the back of his hands, and shook his head funny, "If you don't tell me, I'd have forgotten, did I have it on my face? The more I rub it, the dirtier it gets!"

"Don't move, I'll wipe it for you." Shu Yu took out a clean white handkerchief and gently stroked her forehead, then grabbed her hand and wiped the back of her hand clean inside and out .

Sang Ning looked at his movements with a bit of helplessness, but also a bit of inexplicable joy.

Qingyan stared blankly at their actions, not understanding.

For them, isn't it possible to clean the whole body by just using a formula?Why does his emperor want to imitate human beings to wipe bit by bit?
I don't know where the idleness comes from.

After a while, he realized belatedly, maybe this is called the taste mentioned in the script?

Shu Yu finished inserting her hand, and looked at her other hand holding the sword, which was also stained with blood, more than this hand.

Even her purple skirt had a lot of blood on it.

Shu Yu glanced at the folded willow on the ground indiscriminately, looked at the blood-stained sword in Sang Ning's hand, and suddenly said, "A-Ning, give me the sword."

Sang Ning was stunned for a moment, "What are you going to do?"

(End of this chapter)