The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 33 Don’t leave me

At this moment, Feng Qianqian could only see the scene of Nanchang Yue destroying his arm for her, and her heart still couldn't calm down...

Nanchang Yue glanced at her, his tone as calm as water,

"Now, is it time for you to let him go?"

Nanchang Yue's face turned pale instantly, and his voice began to become hoarse due to the severe pain.

He inadvertently glanced at the figure slumped on the ground behind him, but could not clearly see the expression on Feng Ling's face.

The demon cultivator's facial muscles twitched slightly, and when he saw that he didn't hesitate to take action, he understood his strength.

A trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:
  "Don't worry, I will certainly keep my word..."

After saying that, he gently pushed Feng Qianqian and gradually relaxed his restraint.

Feng Qianqian just wanted to walk to Nanchang Yue quickly, and didn't notice the changes behind her for a moment.

Suddenly, the demonic cultivator surged up, with overwhelming murderous intent condensed in his palms, and suddenly attacked Feng Qianqian's back.

"Boy, back then you destroyed half of my body. Today I want you to taste how life is worse than death."

Feng Qianqian didn't expect that he would suddenly attack. The wind of his palm tore through the air, and the overwhelming murderous intent suddenly attacked her. She had nowhere to hide.

At this moment, a cry of surprise sounded,
  "careful!"

At that moment, even Feng Qianqian felt that she would definitely not be able to escape.

However, at the critical moment between life and death, someone suddenly pushed her aside and blocked the fatal attack for her.

To Feng Qianqian's surprise, the person who rescued her turned out to be her sister Feng Ling.

Feng Qianqian stood there blankly, almost unable to believe her eyes.

"Quickly...get out of here..."

Feng Ling used her last bit of strength to shout, but the palm hit her hard on the back. The powerful impact almost shattered her internal organs, and blood continued to gush from her mouth.

Seeing this scene, Mo Feiming's eyes turned red, and the pain and regret in his heart came like a tide.

He roared, his voice filled with endless hatred.

"You promised me you wouldn't hurt her!"

Mo Feiming shouted loudly to the demon cultivator.

The demon cultivator smiled indifferently, as if he felt that this woman was a hindrance and affected his plan.

"Demons have never been trustworthy. Doesn't Fellow Daoist Mo know this?"

he said coldly.

"I want you to die!!"

Mo Feiming has fallen into madness and obviously cannot accept such a result. He wants to avenge Feng Ling.

Nanchang Yue felt a chill spreading from his heart to his whole body, and every cell seemed to be frozen by ice.

His legs were weak and he stumbled to Feng Ling's side, gently taking her into his arms.

"Why are you……"

Nanchang's eyes widened, confusion and grief intertwined in his heart.

He had planned everything and prepared Feng Qianqian to endure the murder of the demon cultivator.

But why did she block the fatal blow for Feng Qianqian?
  "You can't leave me..."

Nanchang Yue's voice trembled and tears fell. Putting his hands on Feng Ling, he tried to use his power to repair her wounds.

However, blood still poured out of Feng Ling's body, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop it.

He hurriedly took out the elixir from his arms and stuffed it into her mouth, hoping it would save her life.

"it's useless……"

Feng Ling's weak voice came,
  "Too late……"

Nanchang Yue's heart felt like it was being torn apart, and he was in great pain. Hug Feng Ling tightly,
  "Why are you doing this..."

Feng Ling looked at him, tears welling up in her eyes and then falling down. But a smile broke out on her face and she whispered,
  "Because of you, you will feel sad... If she died, your heart would be as painful as a knife."

"You love her so much and I hate to see you sad."

Feng Ling raised her hand, covered her chest, groaned in pain, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

"I understand the pain...not being able to love, and I don't want you to experience the same pain..."

Nanchang felt more and more Feng Ling's tears falling on his fingers, so hot that his fingertips trembled involuntarily. Fengling said softly:

"Since you love her so much... then I will help you achieve your wish."

A flash of desperate pain flashed in Nan Changyue's eyes, almost rendering him speechless.

"That's not the case. Listen to me. I still have some things I haven't told you..."

But Feng Ling shook her head gently, her voice was incoherent, and she could hardly form a sentence.

"Don't talk yet...let me finish. I don't have much time..."

Trembling, she took out an exquisite brocade bag from her arms and took out two wooden carvings.

One was carved by her own hands. Although it was a little rough, her intentions could be seen.

Nanchang Yue recognized the other one at a glance. It was the one he had lost and asked her to find.

Feng Ling handed the broken wooden sculpture to Nanchang Yue with a relieved smile on her face.
  "I have known for a long time that the person carved by the Demon Lord is not me, but I still have a trace of greed in my heart..."

"Look, I carved this for you... It's supposed to be a pair, but my skills are not very good, so it's quite laborious to finish it alone."

Feng Ling said softly.

Nanchang held her hand tightly, her voice trembling,

"Don't worry, I'll teach you. Let's learn slowly together."

Feng Ling did not respond immediately, but just looked at him quietly, her eyes full of deep attachment and reluctance.
  "But... we don't have much time."

"When the Demon Lord said those words to me, I really thought... that all the hardships come with joy."

"But reality is still cruel."

She smiled bitterly, as angry as a gossamer,

"After all...I'm just a substitute."

"That's all, at least...I did one last thing for you."

Feng Ling whispered softly, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth and dyed her clothes red.

Nanchang Yue's heart was overwhelmed by pain and regret, and his voice was full of urgency.

"It's not a substitute, please listen to my explanation..."

When Feng Ling heard his words, she seemed to have a flashback. She raised her hand and touched his cheek gently, with a trace of doubt.
  "Are these tears shed for me?"

Her smile was so ethereal, it seemed like it would disappear at any moment.

Nanchang wanted to say something more, but was stopped gently by Fei Ling.

Feng Ling's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally was almost inaudible.

"Stop talking, just think of it as tears shed for me. Whether it's true or false, or a substitute, this is the end of this life..."

Fengling's words were full of exhaustion,

"I have no regrets in this life, I loved you."

"But if there is a next life, let's not meet again, okay?"

Feng Ling closed her eyes, her voice full of exhaustion,
  "I'm so tired and want to take a rest."

Finally, she asked softly,
  "If possible, can you take me home to see you? I want to go home..."

After Feng Ling said this, she seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden.

The fingers gently slipped from Na Changyue's face, and the frown between his eyebrows gradually relaxed.

Nanchang Yue's eyes turned red, and he gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth.
  (End of this chapter)