The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 19 Madam was sent away by you!

That's right, now he has become a cripple, with no spiritual energy in his dantian, and his legs have also lost their function.

Given his state of being worse than death, perhaps death is the best relief.

Feng Ling looked at his paper-pale face and clearly read the despair in his heart. She smiled and said,

"Have you decided to give up?"

The other party didn't respond, obviously frustrated.

However, Feng Ling did not stop, she continued to stimulate him with words,
  "In your current state, you don't even have the strength to pick up a sword, and death seems out of reach."

Her words were like sharp blades, constantly cutting through Mo Feiming's last line of defense.

Looking at Mo Feiming's eyes that were almost bursting with fire, Feng Ling smiled and continued:

"Are you really willing to continue to be so cowardly? When your true love was taken away by the enemy at the wedding, and you yourself were brutally tortured by the enemy to this point, don't you hate Nanchang Yue?"

Mo Feiming clenched his fists hard,

Hate...how could he not hate it? However, now, with a mutilated body that cannot even die, how should he seek revenge...

"Mo Feifan, aren't you worried about how your beloved will be tortured in the hands of Nanchang Yue?

Aren't you afraid that she will become like you and lose her freedom forever? Since you like her, why don't you try to cheer yourself up, why don't you seek revenge, why don't you take her back from Nanchang Yue? "

Feng Ling's words are sharp and speak directly to people's hearts. Mo Feiming smiled bitterly,
  "How do you know the pain in my heart? Now I am just a useless person..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by another person, Feng Ling. Her eyes were deep and her tone was calm,

"But you're alive, aren't you?"

"As long as life lasts, there are infinite possibilities. As an immortal king, are you not as good as an ant in understanding the preciousness of life?"

Mo Feifan's heart trembled, and she continued,

"What's more, there are countless elixirs in the world of cultivation that can repair bones and muscles. Your legs are only temporarily incompetent, not permanently disabled. How can you conclude that there is no elixir in the world of cultivation that can repair your damaged Dantian?"

In the world of cultivation, it is not uncommon to see monks whose Dantian has been destroyed, but they have all disappeared. It has never been heard of anyone who can reshape their Dantian and embark on the road to immortality again.

However, deep down in my heart, I couldn't help but feel a sense of expectation. He held the quilt tightly, his fingers trembling slightly,

"But what if...there really isn't..."

Feng Ling chuckled lightly and said easily:
  "So what? There are thousands of roads in the world. If you really can't return to the original Taoism, then find another way. The world of cultivation is so vast and full of wonders. If you just give up, then nothing will really happen. there is none left."

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Mo Feiming's heart suddenly, causing him to wake up instantly. Yes, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing.

Even if Dantian is destroyed, there must be other ways to explore. But if you give up first, you will really get nothing.

Feng Ling turned around and brought a bowl of medicine:

"If you accidentally spill this medicine this time, we really won't have a bowl."

Mo Feiming suddenly felt a little guilty, but he was still a little uncomfortable deep inside. Why is this woman helping him? Wasn't she supposed to hate him?

He reached out to take the medicine bowl and couldn't help but ask:

"Why do you want to help me?"

"help you?"

Hearing this, Feng Ling couldn't help laughing.

"Are you OK?"

Mo Feiming's originally pale face turned red instantly, and he said in embarrassment:

"What are you doing so close..." Feng Ling smiled slightly and teased:
  "Of course I want to see if your brain is burned out?"

Mo Feiming frowned and asked in confusion:

"What do you mean?"

Feng Ling glanced at him and sneered:
  "If you hadn't suggested to my family that I should be married as a substitute, I wouldn't have been manipulated like an object. I don't blame you this time. You have already considered me to be rich, kind and tolerant, and broad-minded. How can you still be so generous? How dare you say such a thing?"

"..."

However, to Mo Feiming's ears, this was just a duplicitous excuse. From beginning to end, she never did anything to hurt him.

Thinking of this, Mo Feiming's face blushed even more, it was guilt. He did involve another innocent woman in order to protect his sweetheart.

Now, it was this woman who had been hurt by him who saved him regardless of her past grudges.

For a time, all kinds of complicated emotions came to his mind. He felt guilty, guilty, embarrassed... in short, a mixture of emotions.

Perhaps only in the most difficult and helpless times can we truly see the true nature of a person. But now, except for a woman who had been hurt by him, there was no one else around him...

Mofei Ming felt a little lonely in his heart, but he still mustered up the courage and whispered:

"Sorry……"

Facing Feng Ling's surprised look, I felt funny inside.

Although there is no such description in the original text, so what? What can a belated apology save?

Deep in the palace of the magic city, Nanchang Yue's headache broke out again.

The fifteenth period is still far away, but this demonic energy is restless in advance.

This time the pain was more intense than usual, not just physical pain, but more of an inner struggle.

Nanchang Yue endured this pain alone, without anyone to accompany him. The river lantern and note in his hand became his only comfort at the moment.

However, every time he saw these things, the emotions deep in his heart surged like a tide. He originally thought that by getting his beloved, he could completely forget everything in the past, but now it seems that those memories and emotions are always with him.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions. I crushed the note hard, trying to get rid of those painful memories.

However, when he saw the river lantern in his hand, his actions became hesitant.

This is the only thing she has left. If even this is discarded, all traces of her existence in this world will disappear completely.

Just stayed up all night...

Nanchang Yue rubbed his eyebrows and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is she now?"

The maid hesitated for a moment and replied:
  "The fairy is in the dormitory, but she has been in a bad mood. And...she really wants to meet the Lord Demon Lord."

Nanchang Yue interrupted impatiently:

"I'm not asking her."

The maid was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion:

"Lord Demon Lord, you...have you forgotten that my wife has been sent away? We don't know where she is now."

Nanchang Yue woke up instantly, and then his chest trembled slightly, and he instinctively covered his heart.

Yes, Feng Ling had already left the Magic City, and he personally sent her away.

What was he thinking about? Why does her shadow always appear in my mind at inappropriate times...

(End of this chapter)