My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 59

Chapter 59: Looking at you, I can’t help but be happy.

Yan Jingyu and Liao Chen both gave the two of them apprenticeship gifts. Yan Jingyu’s were two secret manuals. The defensive formation was given to Qi Mufang, and the talisman classics were given to Ming Zelin, who didn’t seem to be one to fight with others.

It was a good thing he had been sorting and recording during this time, otherwise he wouldn’t even have been able to afford an apprenticeship gift.

Ming Zelin looked a little flattered. As he thanked him, he stammered, “I actually have one too…”

“I, on the other hand, feel that we two may have taken the wrong apprentices.” Yan Jingyu smiled. “Mufang is reckless and has a strong aura. Perhaps he should be following him. And you…”

He remembered the other’s long apprenticeship speech just now. It must have been Liao Chen who had forced him to make it up. He didn’t know how many drafts he had made behind his back. He couldn’t help but laugh. “If you don’t like to conflict with others, these are also enough to save your life.”

“Master, don’t worry. I will take good care of Brother Ming.” Qi Mufang patted his chest, his face full of joy. Liao Chen, on the other hand, very generously released countless Heaven-tier artifacts and said faintly, “What you have received is all his heart’s blood. Quality over quantity. This Lord has some Heaven-tier artifacts here. You each pick three, and it will be considered your initiation.”

Qi Mufang’s gaze towards him suddenly changed a little. “I, we?”

Like Ming Zelin, he had never expected that he would also have…

“How can this Lord lose to him?” Liao Chen said, “In the future, if you see any good treasures in any sect, this Lord can also help you snatch them…”

Yan Jingyu reached out and twisted him. Liao Chen shrank his arm. “Let’s leave it at that. After you’ve picked, you can all disperse.”

The space in the small house had already been enlarged. Qi Mufang was dazzled and could hardly believe that this great wealth had actually fallen on him. Ming Zelin even pinched himself hard and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

…So many treasures, they were stunned for a moment, completely not knowing which one to choose.

“How can an artifact be chosen in a short time?” Yan Jingyu spoke appropriately. “If you are not in a hurry, you can also leave them for now. When you have confirmed your own needs, it will not be too late to come again.”

The two of them looked at Liao Chen at the same time. The latter thought for a while. “I’ll give you three months.”

Qi Mufang immediately nodded. Ming Zelin, on the other hand, keenly realized that three months was precisely the day when Immortal Lord Dufang’s life would end…

“But Mufang’s side is fine. But Xiao Lin is cultivating demonic arts. He has always been practicing immortal arts before. I’m afraid he won’t be able to practice your sword technique… Speaking of which, what is the name of your sword technique?”

“This Lord’s sword technique is only for killing people. It is unrestrained and unpredictable, without any rules, and has no name.”

“You did give your own sword a good name.”

Liao Chen’s gaze swept over the Qiankun Pouch, avoiding this question. “He can cultivate it, as long as he cripples all his cultivation.”

Yan Jingyu’s face changed slightly. He immediately looked at Ming Zelin. The latter’s expression was stiff. Under Liao Chen’s cold gaze, he forced a smile and nodded. “I, I am, willing…”

Although he said that, his expression was clearly not written that way.

Yan Jingyu immediately said, “You look to be already at the Cloud-Soaring Realm…”

“A mere Cloud-Soaring Realm.” Liao Chen directly interrupted him. “It took over a hundred years to only reach the Cloud-Soaring Realm. With his aptitude for cultivation, it would be difficult to enter the Huiyang Realm even in another hundred years. It’s better to cripple it and start over.”

“On what grounds do you so easily pronounce his future?”

“This Lord’s and his affairs do not require your management.”

“You at least have to get his consent. To easily cripple a hundred years of cultivation is not something everyone can accept…”

“Consent?” Liao Chen raised his hand. Ming Zelin was originally still looking at the two of them arguing in a daze, but his body was suddenly sucked over by him. The moment his chest touched his palm, he suddenly felt his meridians all over his body being washed by a vast and boundless force. He immediately twisted his face in pain. That powerful force passed through his four limbs and hundred bones, connecting to the core in his dantian—

Boom.

His whole body went limp, and he heard something shattering in his ears.

Endless spiritual light flowed from the top of his head. His expression was dazed. He subconsciously wanted to prop himself up, but found that his palms were limp and powerless, and his brain instantly went blank.

…Crippled?

He was crippled?

A hundred years of cultivation, just like that, so suddenly, he had become a mortal…

Liao Chen looked at Yan Jingyu with a provocative gaze. Yan Jingyu had actually noticed it the first time he had acted. Just like how Liao Chen had never listened to him finish his words before attacking back then, he had understood what the other was going to do the moment he had reached out his hand.

But, there was simply no room to stop him.

Liao Chen’s movements were extremely fast, and Ming Zelin was also too weak. He hadn’t even uttered a single word before he saw the spiritual light scattering from Ming Zelin’s body in an instant.

The Cloud-Soaring Realm was already a realm that many cultivators couldn’t even dream of. As long as they didn’t go to large secret realms, they could already walk sideways among ordinary cultivators.

It wasn’t just him. Even Qi Mufang was stunned.

Not until Liao Chen spoke. “This Lord’s actions do not require anyone’s consent.”

The air seemed to start flowing again. Qi Mufang and Yan Jingyu both looked at Ming Zelin, who had fallen to the ground. He was still in a daze, but his body seemed to have felt despair before his emotions did. Tears rolled down his face.

He trembled all over, looking at his own hand in disbelief. “My cultivation, my cultivation…”

His hand was trembling so much it was out of control. Qi Mufang also suddenly came back to his senses and drew his sword. “You demon—”

Liao Chen directly waved his sleeve. He flew out like a piece of paper and landed outside the courtyard, his back directly shattering a half-man-high stone.

Yan Jingyu’s eyelashes twitched slightly. Ming Zelin also suddenly shrank his body. He saw Liao Chen squat down, his gaze even a little interested. “Hate me?”

“…” Ming Zelin shook his head vigorously. The tears were still falling, but his strong desire to live made him not dare to raise any objections.

“It’s very painful.” Liao Chen was thoughtful, then looked at the sky outside again.

In this instant, he began to think of a new possibility. Would a person crippled by me also be hidden along with my own hiding? From what the lotus spirit had said, the power of hiding should only be for individuals. That is to say, after he was hidden, Ming Zelin would most likely forget who had crippled him… because hiding was not repairing, it would not be able to erase his actions just because he himself was hidden.

Then, without the memory of his participation in the first half of his life, would Ming Zelin not have doubts in his long-term pain, and think about who had turned him into a waste?

The lotus spirit was still a little wrong.

Obsession did not necessarily have to be positive. Just like those people, although they respected Yan Jingyu, when it did not involve their own safety, no one would care about Yan Jingyu’s life or death. When Immortal Lord Dufang died, they would sigh at the departure of a righteous person, would be moved by what the other had done in the past, and would show a look of longing when they talked about his talent back then…

Yan Jingyu’s influence was indeed very wide, and he had indeed touched people’s hearts on some level. But his death was still very light and would not bring any blow to anyone.

So when he made up a lie and proposed to use the fire of a million people’s obsession to save Yan Jingyu, the rules had watched coldly, because they knew very well that this was nonsense.

The dead Yan Jingyu had no value.

People believed in gods, which had nothing to do with the gods at all.

Ming Zelin might hate him, but he was helpless. He knew very well that he couldn’t do anything to him, and there were also the artifacts he had promised before. This might have neutralized his hatred. In his helplessness, he would more likely choose to believe that Liao Chen, this master, could really bring him hope again.

But… what if he were to cripple all the million cultivators imprisoned in purgatory?

In purgatory, the lava rolled, dividing the ground into irregular shapes. The trapped cultivators sat in groups of three or five on the surface of the parts circled by the flowing lava, taking turns to use formations to resist the heat of the flames, and also the thick lava that dripped from the top from time to time.

At a certain moment, a part of the cultivators with keen intuition suddenly opened their eyes, a chill running up their spines.

They felt a malice even more terrifying than death.

The source of the malice, on the other hand, was still seriously thinking about the feasibility of this matter. If a million people are not enough, then ten million, a hundred million. To have one’s cultivation crippled is an experience more terrible than death for any cultivator. A sudden disaster… the hatred of tens of thousands of people, is it not enough to make these people remember who had harmed them?

“Liao Chen.”

Yan Jingyu’s voice came. Liao Chen came back to his senses slightly. Only now did he discover that he had unknowingly walked into the courtyard. Ming Zelin had been taken to a side room, and Qi Mufang seemed to be comforting him.

Yan Jingyu’s gaze withdrew from the dark clouds in the sky. Although Liao Chen had already fallen from the Demigod stage, he still had the Vermilion Bird’s divinity in him. Just now, at a certain moment, Yan Jingyu had seen a secret crimson pupil flash in the clouds. That was the malice of the Vermilion Bird god.

This meant that Liao Chen had just been brewing a rather terrible matter, and he had a very strong motive to put this idea into action.

Liao Chen’s gaze returned to his face. As expected, there were double pupils in his pupils. He reached out his hand and gently stroked Yan Jingyu’s cheek.

The touch was soft, delicate, and a little cool, yet it was still full of life.

The double pupils in his eyes returned to calm. The dark clouds in the sky retreated, and the bright sky reappeared. He slowly moved closer and touched Yan Jingyu’s forehead with his own.

Yan Jingyu did not dodge. He let the other calm his emotions and said softly, “I told Xiao Lin that it’s not a big deal to have his cultivation crippled. If he starts over, you can re-expand his meridians for him. This way, when he cultivates again in the future, it will be twice the result with half the effort.”

Liao Chen nodded, still pressing his glabella against his. His eyelashes were slightly lowered. To be so close to his spiritual platform made him feel an inexplicable sense of security.

The moment he saw Yan Jingyu, he had dismissed that thought. Because what he wanted was not to leave a mark in the world, but to have someone who could find him again. The hatred or resentment of others had nothing to do with him.

So, he could only insert needles around Yan Jingyu. It wasn’t that he loved Yan Jingyu that much, or that Yan Jingyu loved him that much.

But he believed that if there was only one person in this world who could break the hiding, then that person must be Yan Jingyu.

Even if there was no such unclear relationship between them, even if Yan Jingyu had no intention of looking for him, he also believed that Yan Jingyu had the ability to do this.

Yan Jingyu stroked his head. “It’s New Year’s Eve today. Let’s tidy up and put up the couplets. Mufang said he can make dumplings. Shall we do it together?”

Liao Chen nodded, then rubbed his nose against his, and only then did he finally let go of his hand.

Ming Zelin had already regained his spirits under Yan Jingyu’s encouragement. He and Qi Mufang were both from mortal backgrounds. The things that Yan Jingyu and Liao Chen didn’t know, or even didn’t recognize, they knew very clearly.

For example, the dumpling filling was originally chopped up with a knife, not with a wind blade. Yan Jingyu had originally been thinking that the dumpling meat was so big, it should be wrapped in whole pieces of meat. After listening to Qi Mufang’s explanation, he only then knew that the meat would clump together after it was cooked.

And for example, the firewood under the stove was also chopped up with a knife. Yan Jingyu had never used a stove. Even when he was in Cangmu Mountain back then, his food was handled by others. He himself was engrossed in how to draw in spiritual energy and had never looked up at the sky outside.

And Liao Chen didn’t need firewood to cook at all, and Yan Jingyu had never even thought of cooking himself…

All in all, with their help, Yan Jingyu and Liao Chen had completely experienced a real mortal life.

Unexpectedly, Ming Zelin’s skills were actually very good, and he was also down-to-earth and willing to work hard. At night, they not only ate dumplings, but also had a sumptuous reunion dinner.

During the meal, Ming Zelin was hesitant and timid, looking at Liao Chen from time to time. But Liao Chen was serving Yan Jingyu food on his own, completely ignoring him.

In the end, it was Qi Mufang who spoke. “Liao… Grandmaster, when will you open Brother Ming’s meridians?”

“No hurry.” Liao Chen was at ease. “He has just dissipated his immortal arts and still needs some time to adjust. In the next two days, I will first teach you some incantations. You can expel the remaining immortal energy in your body yourself. When the time is right, I will naturally help you.”

Yan Jingyu frowned. Liao Chen glanced at him. That glance was calm and irresistible. Yan Jingyu swallowed his words.

Ming Zelin, on the other hand, didn’t think too much. After getting his personal promise, he was a little more encouraged and repeatedly expressed, “Thank you, Master. I will trouble you, Master.”

Liao Chen smiled, quite satisfied with his reaction.

Halfway through the meal, the sound of fireworks exploding came from outside, and the sky lit up. Unfortunately, their courtyard was really a bit out of the way, and the place where the fireworks were set off was behind the house. Yan Jingyu soon couldn’t sit still and ran out first. He went out of the small house and out of the courtyard before he looked up and saw the pouring fireworks.

Liao Chen’s figure followed him out and looked in the same direction with him. Yan Jingyu was still pointing for him to see. “Purple, purple fireworks!”

“Mm, purple.” Liao Chen echoed warmly. Yan Jingyu pulled him again. “Blue-purple!”

Ming Zelin and Qi Mufang stood together, looking at the inexplicably excited Yan Jingyu outside. “Immortal Lord Dufang was the young master of the Yan Clan back then. What kind of fireworks has he not seen?”

“That’s right. Grandmaster isn’t even laughing at him.” Qi Mufang was also a little baffled.

The fireworks made from immortal sect minerals were much more varied than those of the mortal world. The fireworks of the mortal world, no matter how you looked at them, were all just a “boom” as they flew up, and then a “bang” as they exploded. But with the support of immortal arts, fireworks could be varied and more magnificent and colorful. The fireworks show of Hutian was a magnificent scene that the mortal world could never hope to see in a lifetime.

Liao Chen’s hand made a light gesture at his side. Hundreds of barrels of fireworks soon appeared in an open space far away from the village, and one by one, they were lit out of thin air, rushing into the sky and exploding with a “bang.”

Yan Jingyu immediately turned around. “Here, here, someone is setting them off here too!”

The fireworks filled the sky, illuminating his face, sometimes bright, sometimes dark. The myriad of colors flashed back and forth on his face. Liao Chen’s gaze fell on his face, looking at the joy and smile that filled his eyes.

Of course, he knew why Yan Jingyu was so happy, because this might be the last new year he would celebrate, and also the last fireworks show he would see.

Even if these fireworks were extremely ordinary, no longer like they were back then.

He did not ask Liao Chen how he was going to save him, and Liao Chen also could not tell him how he was going to save him. He did not say, and Yan Jingyu also did not ask any more. He guessed that Liao Chen was also at his wit’s end and was only telling him that there was a way so as not to make him too sad.

But actually, Yan Jingyu was not sad. He turned his face to look at Liao Chen and thought… alright, just a little bit, really just a little bit.

“This is the first time we’ve celebrated the new year together.”

Liao Chen grunted in acknowledgement. When he looked over, he quietly cast his gaze to the sky. “There will be many more times in the future.”

Yan Jingyu looked at his profile, also looking at his face, which was illuminated by the fireworks, sometimes bright, sometimes dark. The myriad of colors flashed back and forth on his face. He suddenly looked up, stood on his tiptoes, and kissed his cheek.

Qi Mufang’s eyes widened again. Ming Zelin, on the other hand, covered him with one hand, and the two of them turned and went in at the same time.

His heels landed on the ground. Liao Chen’s eyelashes had already twitched slightly. He turned his head to look at him.

Yan Jingyu revealed a smile. “Are the fireworks more beautiful than me?”

“…No.” Liao Chen reacted for a moment, his eyes flashing, and slowly curved his lips. “Looking at you, I can’t help but be happy.”

And being too happy would make one panic.

Yan Jingyu smiled again. “The matter of Xiao Lin, why did you lie to him?”

“I lied to him?”

“The moment his cultivation was dissipated by you, the immortal energy in his body would also have dissipated. Where would there be any residue?”

Liao Chen took his hand and slowly walked out. “You don’t have to worry about this matter. I will teach him a set of cultivation techniques and let him slowly open up his meridians himself.”

“Why go to such great lengths?”

“It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.”

Yan Jingyu still felt that something was strange. Liao Chen had already led him forward. “There are still many barrels of fireworks. Do you want to set them off yourself?”

Yan Jingyu was indeed attracted by the attention. Liao Chen held him and walked forward, then glanced at the sky again.

He needed Ming Zelin’s pain. Only pain could deepen obsession. So, let him constantly hope, and then constantly be disappointed. Only in this way could he possibly be found again in the future.

But just these were not enough. He still needed more needles, more, buried beside Yan Jingyu, which would make him have countless questions.

His consciousness passed through the village and established a connection with another figure.

In the Demonic Domain, a ghostly figure was cautiously circling through the gradually bustling demon city. He wore a hood, was draped in a chaos spirit cloak, and left no tracks in the snow.

Even though this kind of behavior had been discovered by Liao Chen last time, Zeng Huacai had to gamble again, because if he let Liao Chen continue to capture people like this, he was afraid that Hutian would also soon be breached.

He finally went around the demon city and came to a ravine outside the Demon Palace. Demonic energy was rampant in the ravine, and outside the ravine was a figure with a full head of silver hair.

He sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the Demon Palace opposite the ravine, which could disappear at any time, his eyes empty.

Zeng Huacai’s footsteps landed beside him. He said in a low voice, “He still hasn’t let you see him.”

Qin Zhongyou shook his head woodenly. Zeng Huacai slowly squatted down in front of him. “Zhongyou, go back. Liao Chen has been capturing people everywhere recently. Now, all the immortal sect members are in a state of panic. Hutian needs you to go back and take charge of the overall situation. Otherwise…”

“I just want to see him one more time.” Qin Zhongyou slowly stretched out his hand. In his hand was a Wufang Stone. The moment he took it out, a ferocious woman’s face suddenly slammed against the Wufang Stone. She kept hitting the Wufang Stone, as if she were cursing something, but she did not make any sound. “I captured Ruan Qingwan’s soul and imprisoned her in the Wufang Stone. I want to tell him that everything happened too fast that day… I didn’t have time to help him. He should have believed me. He shouldn’t have directly asked Liao Chen for demonic energy…”

“You…” Zeng Huacai looked at the distorted figure in the Wufang Stone. Her soul was a faint gold, her face already a little blurry. She should have already returned to the ruins, yet she was trapped here…

“If he wanted to torture his enemy, he wouldn’t have pierced her heart with a single sword that day. Zhongyou, like this, what is the difference between you and a demon?”

“If I had known he would get mixed up with Liao Chen, I might as well have fallen into the demonic path…” Qin Zhongyou murmured, “I looked for him for so many years. I searched the entire world, but only found the Du Fang Sword. One hundred and thirty-three years, he clearly came back to find me, but I didn’t recognize him… He clearly helped me, I already guessed that that person was him, but why didn’t I go to find him myself? Even if I were seriously injured and on the brink of death, I should have gone to find him myself! It was me who pushed him towards Liao Chen step by step, it was me… no, and you guys…”

He looked at Zeng Huacai. “It was us, step by step, who pushed him towards Liao Chen, and forced him to a dead end!”

“Zhongyou…”

“I even, even took the son of his enemy as my apprentice… Why didn’t I notice that something was wrong in time? How could there be someone in this world who looked so similar to him? I should have noticed that something was wrong long ago. It was me, my selfishness blinded me. I wanted to see him too much. Even though I knew that that person was just similar to him, I would still be happy because I saw him…”

“I should have insisted. I shouldn’t have believed that he was already dead. If I had always believed that he was still alive, I wouldn’t have thought that the matter of Du Fang reacting to Ruan Qixi was so natural… I even thought that he was his reincarnation… hahaha, how could there be such a stupid person in the world as me? How could there be such a blind person as me? I should really gouge out my own eyes. I should really be a blind man!!!”

“Qin Zhongyou…”

“You really should be a blind man.”

A cold voice came to his ears. The figure of Yin Shi, without a ghost mask, appeared on the ravine. Tens of thousands of demonic energy held him up, blocking the abyss that Qin Zhongyou could not approach. But under his feet, it was as if he were walking on flat ground.

Zeng Huacai immediately drew out his horsetail whisk. “Liao Chen, when on earth are you going to return Jingyu to us?”

“Return?” Yin Shi, that face that looked exactly like Liao Chen’s, revealed a smile. “He’s already dead. How am I supposed to return him to you?”

Zeng Huacai’s expression darkened. Qin Zhongyou suddenly looked up. He stood up and rushed over, swaying. “What did you say… Didn’t the Demon Realm say that you found many immortal physicians to save him? Weren’t you saving him…”

“This Lord did indeed try to save him.” Liao Chen said, “But he was already at the end of his rope. All the spiritual medicines were already useless to him. And all of this is because of you so-called old friends who are blind—”

His gaze was cold as he gazed at the two people in front of him. “Do you still delusionally think that after this Lord has cured him, he will still follow you back to Hutian?”

“Ridiculous.” Liao Chen said, “He was just a mortal at that time, yet Qin Zixuan sent a knife into his chest. Zeng Huacai, this was your instruction, right—”

Zeng Huacai’s face was pale. He subconsciously shook his head. “We just…”

“You just didn’t want Qin Zhongyou to fall into demonic deviation. But in Qin Zixuan’s eyes, a dying Yan Jingyu would definitely lead him to fall into demonic deviation! You broke his heart, and you still want him to trust you?” He looked at Zeng Huacai, who couldn’t spit out a single word, then turned to Qin Zhongyou. “And you, that day, he painstakingly helped you break through to the false immortal stage, and the first thing you did after breaking through was to have his soul scattered. Qin Zhongyou, you killed him twice, once in Yaoguang Valley, once in the Demonic Domain. And you still want to see him again? On what grounds do you see him? In your eyes, is Yan Jingyu so humble and lowly that he will unconditionally forgive you even after being hurt by you time and time again?!”

Qin Zhongyou’s whole body trembled.

“Before he died, he asked me to tell you.” Liao Chen’s expression was contemptuous. “He has broken with Hutian. In this life, this body, this soul, will never return to the valley.”

Zeng Huacai subconsciously supported Qin Zhongyou.

“Qin Zhongyou.” He flipped his palm and sent out a curved blade. “You are not a good judge of character. Do you know what he thought in his heart when he first saw Ruan Qixi in Yaoguang Valley?”

Qin Zhongyou trembled slightly. The blade came towards him bit by bit. “He is already dead, thoroughly dead. His physical body has also been corroded to nothing in a year of treatment. You will never be able to see him again in this life.”

“Since you say you are blind, this Lord will lend you a hand, as a way to seek justice for him.”

Qin Zhongyou looked at the curved blade in front of him, tears rolling down his face.

“He trusted you time and time again, but you disappointed him time and time again. This Lord has known him for a while. Since he once risked his life to help you break through, this Lord does not want to pursue the matter. Pity my arch-nemesis… so peerless in his youth, yet in the end, he ended up in such a state. A hundred years of wasted time, nothing accomplished, old friends not recognizing him, best friends useless…”

Qin Zhongyou trembled uncontrollably and slowly reached out his hand.

Zeng Huacai grabbed him. “Don’t listen to his nonsense…”

“If you leave now, this Lord will be too lazy to say more.” Liao Chen said, “It’s just a pity, a pity… Yan Qi, in this life of yours, you have spent more than half of it fighting against despair. Now that you are dead, you probably won’t be able to see it, your best friend, not only is he blind, but he is also as timid as a mouse…”

He let out a long sigh. As he turned, tens of thousands of demonic energy once again swarmed up and sent him to the other side.

“It’s a good thing you can’t see… Yan Qi, it’s a good thing…”

“Qin Zhongyou—!”

A hiss came from behind. Liao Chen did not turn back.

Tens of thousands of demonic energy steadily sent him to the other side. The mechanism on the closed wall of the Demon Palace operated, and a white jade staircase appeared out of thin air. He walked forward with calm steps.

Behind him, Qin Zhongyou knelt on the ground, the curved blade in his hand stained with crimson.

Blood dripped down.

Zeng Huacai’s voice choked. “He must be lying to you… why, are you so, so foolish…”

Liao Chen stepped on the white jade staircase, entered the Demon Palace, and the staircase folded again, turning into a wall.

Liao Chen’s original body opened his eyes in the small house. Yan Jingyu was combing his hair, and from time to time, he would wave the comb and point. “Did you remember the incantation I told you? Is this move used with this much force?”

Liao Chen stood up and came to the door. Yan Jingyu had already turned his face to look at the seriously meditating Ming Zelin and nodded repeatedly. “Although your aptitude is average, you are careful and willing to learn. You are a person of the immortal sects. Even if you cultivate demonic arts, you will surely be a righteous person in the future…”

Liao Chen put his hands behind his back slightly and gazed at his smiling face.

If, after you are reborn, you know that Qin Zhongyou’s eyes have been crippled… no matter what, you will definitely find the culprit, right?

Whether it’s love or hate… these people you care about, the people who have been hurt by this Lord, you will definitely, spare no effort to find the truth…

“Yan Jingyu.” He suddenly spoke. Yan Jingyu subconsciously looked up and heard him say, “Come here.”

Yan Jingyu swayed as he walked towards him and stopped in front of him slowly. “What new trick are you up to now?”

“The Lantern Festival.” Liao Chen said, “It was agreed. You’ll accompany me to see the lanterns.”