NFBE Chapter 312
Chapter 312
The body in his arms trembled slightly, but her voice was gentle, like a seductive whisper, bewitching the heart.
"Will you stay here with me forever?"
"I'm scared when I'm alone..."
The person in her arms held her tightly, but a slow smile slowly appeared on their lips, and an unusual light shone in their eyes.
"Okay, Wen?"
"Feel sorry."
The sound suddenly stopped, and an eerie silence fell over the surroundings. Nalan Jingwen calmly pulled the person out of his arms, watching his expression gradually contort.
"Why? Don't you feel guilty towards me?!"
He suddenly raised his voice, his eyes fixed fiercely on Nalan Jingwen.
The latter released his hand and said again, "Sorry."
Of course she felt guilty towards him and would make amends to Chi Chenyi, but not here. She had never forgotten that this was an illusion at the bottom of the Changqing River. She had been following the illusion, not because she had been bewitched, but because she had her own selfish motives. This illusion had shown her many things she had never seen before, so after she got out, she would send someone to find Chi Chenyi, not to make amends to this thing in front of her that she didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost.
Her apologies were never directed at the person in front of her, but always at Chi Chenyi.
When Chi Chenyi returns to her side, she will tell him in person.
The man's face gradually contorted into a ferocious expression, his eyes turning bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead. But the next moment, his ferocious expression froze on his face, and he slowly lowered his head, staring blankly at the hand that had pierced through his heart.
For some reason, a crystal tear slowly slid down his cheek. His eyelashes trembled as he looked up at Nalan Jingwen, his eyes filled with disbelief and indescribable sadness.
Nalan Jingwen withdrew his hand, and the man staggered and fell to the ground. There was a large hole in his chest, but there was nothing inside. He looked up at Nalan Jingwen, his face pale and broken, his lips trembling slightly, and his voice choked with sobs.
"Ah Wen, it hurts..."
Nalan Jingwen simply stared at him, not moving an inch, letting him do as he pleased, until the man's figure on the ground gradually dissipated like sand, and the ground beneath his feet began to shake violently. The surrounding palaces collapsed and disappeared in an instant, and a thick fog swept in, a vast expanse of white, in which the red figure stood motionless.
The fog has lifted, and my vision is clear.
Feeling his body enveloped in soft, cold water, Nalan Jingwen opened his eyes and saw a spring that resembled a pond. The spring water was green, unlike the water of the Changqing River; it was crystal clear and rippling.
She looked around, then raised her hand, and ripples spread from her fingertips. She was still in the water, but the spiritual spring seemed to be separated from the water of the Changqing River, protected by a barrier, which was quite magical.
Just as she was pondering how to find the spiritual herb that Aman had mentioned, a golden light suddenly emanated from the center of the spiritual spring. The light was dazzling, illuminating the dark and deep Changqing River until it was clear and bright.
A prototype object enveloped in golden light slowly rose from the center of the spiritual spring. Nalan Jing saw this and stepped forward, trying to grab it. But just as she was about to touch it, the golden light slipped nimbly through her fingers and playfully swayed in the air, as if mocking her.
Nalan Jingwen frowned as he stared at it, secretly gathering his profound energy in his palm. Taking advantage of its swaying motion, he suddenly attacked. The golden light couldn't dodge in time and was struck squarely, landing in Nalan Jingwen's palm.
She squeezed it, feeling a strange sensation. Jin Guang seemed to sense her power and suddenly became obedient, rubbing against her palm in a fawning manner. His obsequious appearance made Nalan Jingwen twitch the corners of her mouth.
Then, golden light spread out, and a strange-looking grass lay quietly in her palm. This grass was exactly the same as the spiritual grass in the ancient book that Aman had shown her.
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing carefully put the spiritual herb into his bosom and swam upstream without hesitation.
The danger of this illusion lies in the fact that it takes place in the water. Once you are pulled into the illusion, you may drown halfway through, without even having a chance to escape. No wonder Aman said that no one survives the Changqing River.
If it were truly someone else, they would probably be dead by now, let alone witness the entire illusion from the perspective of a bystander.
After smelling the water, Nalan Jing left quickly without even drying her clothes, not daring to stop for a moment, as she had already wasted a lot of time in the river.
She looked up at the rising sun overhead and estimated that more than two hours had passed, so she only had less than an hour to get back.
Fortunately, the route had been figured out, and many of the obstacles encountered on the way there had been resolved, so the return journey was relatively smooth, and we finally made it back to the inn before the last incense stick could burn.
She was exhausted and her Xuan power was depleted. Fortunately, Xiao Congyu supported her and let her lean on him.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Aman looked at Nalan Jingwen, whose face was somewhat pale, with a complicated expression. She hadn't expected that Nalan Jingwen could actually do such a thing for a man, and she was even more amazed by her strength, which was terrifying, and she even managed to escape from the Changqing River.
She didn't say much, only that, "You're fairly punctual."
Nalan Jingwen straightened up with some difficulty and handed her the wrapped spirit herbs from his arms. "How is Anian?"
Aman's eyes lit up the moment she saw the spirit herb, and then she handled it with great care, as if it were a priceless treasure. When Nalan Jingwen asked, she simply replied, "Don't worry, it's not dead yet."
Xiao Congyu looked at Nalan Jingwen with concern and said with reluctance:
"Miss, please go and rest. I'll look after things here."
Before Nalan Jingwen could speak, Aman interjected, "No, she has to stay and help!"
"How can I do all the hard work while she goes to rest?!"
Xiao Congyu's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting her to say that. "How can Miss help in this state?!"
Ah Man glanced at her and said firmly, "She begged me to save her. If she doesn't want to help, I can refuse to save her."
Xiao Congyu was about to say something when Nalan Jingwen interrupted him, "It's alright, I'll stay here."
Since Nalan Jingwen had already said so, Xiao Congyu couldn't say anything more, only muttering under his breath, "Isn't it said that doctors are benevolent? How could this person be like this..."
She treats saving lives like a transaction, expecting others to beg her. In her opinion, she's not a doctor at all, but a scoundrel!
Even though Xiao Congyu spoke very softly, Aman still heard him. She put her hands on her hips, her face full of displeasure.
"Who told you that doctors have a benevolent heart?!"
"Aren't doctors human? Don't doctors need to eat? Do I study medicine diligently so I can treat people for free? There's no such thing as a free lunch. You want to treat people like free laborers? How can you be so vicious!"
"I studied medicine so that people would beg me to save them. I can save them if I want to, and I can't if I don't. I'll save them if I'm happy, but if I'm not happy, even if someone dies in front of me, I won't save them. So what!"