But only Di Mingjue knew how guilty and longing he felt in his heart.

Feeling guilty that I couldn't become stronger faster and protect my mother, so that my mother might not die.

In Di Mingjue's impression, Bai Shengwei was an almost perfect woman.

Kind, gentle, patient, but also possessing perseverance and determination.

So he would never believe that Bai Shengwei would be so hostile to Li Weiran.

Keli Weiran's expression when he said these words, as well as the strong fluctuations in the aura around him.

This means that everything he said is true.

Di Mingjue's words made Li Weiran's eyes turn even redder, and the smile on his face became increasingly full of hatred and malice.

"Di Mingjue, do you think that I have planned step by step and planned for hundreds of years to put you in such a life-or-death situation just to listen to your explanation or to make you believe it?"

"No, I just want Bai Shengwei, who is underground, to see with her own eyes what miserable ending the son she has carefully raised will end up in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Weiran formed a seal with his hands.

In an instant, the [Thousand-Knife Curse] that had been implanted into Di Mingjue's body immediately began to wreak havoc.

Di Mingjue, who had been trying not to show anything strange, finally couldn't help but groan.

Bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

A piece of paper that had been burnt to black fell from his arms and disappeared into flying ashes.

Li Weiran looked at the piece of paper and sneered: "Do you think I will really trust Chu Moli without taking any precautions? No, in this world, I will not trust anyone, I only trust myself

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"Di Mingjue, you are in doom today!"

Di Mingjue's whole body was leaning against the invisible barrier of the cave, crumbling and almost unable to stand.

And the wounds that opened up and down his body had completely stained his clothes.

But even in such a miserable and desperate situation.

Di Mingjue's expression was still so cold and indifferent.

Thick and long eyelashes drooped, covering the dark light under the eyes.

Just then.

The melodious sound of the piano came from the misty forest.

Di Mingjue and Li Weiran's pupils shrank almost at the same time, and they suddenly turned their heads to look.

Immediately afterwards, a sword light was seen roaring from the forest.

Directly chop it on Li's undyed hand.

Bang--!

The violent impact caused Li Weiran to fly backwards several meters away.

A cut was made on his hand by a sharp sword, and blood splattered everywhere.

For a moment, Li Weiran felt as if the scratch was hitting his heart.

The pain penetrated his heart and lungs and made the blood all over his body become slightly cold.

…

A figure rushed out of the forest and arrived at Di Mingjue's side in an instant.

Muyan held onto the man's shaky body and felt the coldness and stickiness of the tentacles.

My heart shrank violently, and the hand that checked my pulse couldn't help but tremble.

"Di Mingjue, what's going on? Why did you come to the Martial Continent and make yourself look like this?"

Although she said resentful words, the worry and distress in the girl's eyes almost overflowed.

Di Mingjue felt like he was being stepped into a glacier in a dream, and his heart, which was so cold that he couldn't feel anything, began to warm up little by little.

It also made his eyes unknowingly filled with downright tenderness.

In this world, he would only love the tenderness shown by the woman in front of him.

But it's not over yet.

He hasn't gotten the answer he wants yet.
Chapter completed!