After exhausting myself to death

Mo Jingchun was silent for a long time.

The tea cup is made of warm jade, the tea is still warm, and the tea fragrance is still lingering.

He came early in the night and didn't realize it was already dawn.

After a long time, Mo Jingchun asked in a hoarse voice: "Did you know that if Ming Huan knew about this, he would kill himself without you taking action if it was absolutely necessary?"

A person who can take the entire divine domain as his own responsibility, what reason is there to doubt his sincerity?

Bai Jinwu suddenly smiled: "I know."

It was precisely because he knew that he couldn't let Shen Minghuan know.

Mo Jingchun said sadly: "You know, but you still do it."

Bai Jinwu calmly took a sip of tea and said, "This is safer. I don't allow even the slightest chance of failure."

"...Well, you always have a point." Mo Jingchun smiled miserably: "You are the protagonist of the story, destiny is yours, you have the final say. I won't let you worry about it. When will you need me to destroy myself? Why, just say it and I’ll do it myself.”

He was also an accident.

Mo Jingchun stood up staggeringly. He clearly drank tea, but he seemed drunk. Mo Jingchun held on to the chair and barely stood firm, then suddenly asked: "Bai Jinwu, have you ever regretted it in these years?"

Bai Jinwu sighed and stood up, helped him up, and said in a calm and decisive tone: "I know what you want to ask. Over the years, I have been repenting all the time, but if I could do it again, I would still do it."

Mo Jingchun asked about "regret", so he used "repentance".

Mo Jingchun suddenly felt a sense of deep sadness. He suddenly realized that he seemed unable to hate Bai Jinwu.

Bai Jinwu killed Shen Minghuan. He couldn't hate him, but he couldn't forgive him either. Bai Jinwu and Yu Shenghan, who made this decision personally, must have suffered more than what he had endured, and he was a coward who could neither go against the will of heaven nor make up his mind.

Mo Jingchun brushed Bai Jinwu's hand away and took off the white silk. His spiritual power washed through the meridians of his eyes, and he saw a red sun when he opened his eyes.

He didn't feel the joy of regaining his light, and he didn't use the magic of rushing, so he stumbled outside.

Bai Jin had no intention of seeing her off. He stood there and asked with a slight smile: "Are you willing to treat your eyes?"

Mo Jingchun raised his head.

The monk with spiritual power to protect his body could open his eyes to the sun, but he seemed to be unable to bear the dazzling light, tears streaming down his face.

Mo Jingchun turned his back to Bai Jinwu and sighed: "...he is gone, who can I show wearing white silk to?"

*

After Mo Jingchun left, Bai Jinwu stood there for a long time.

Until a figure appeared where the third cup of tea was.

Yu Shenghan frowned slightly as he looked at Mo Jingchun's retreating position, "Why should you tell him?"

Bai Jinwu slowly looked away and sighed.

He slowly walked back to his seat and sat down. His movements were a bit stiff like a puppet. He raised his head, showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said, "Yu Shenghan, the king is back."

Yu Shenghan frowned again: "Shen Shu?"

Bai Jinwu nodded and said mockingly: "Wang did a good job, but...I can recognize him even if he turns to ashes."

"It's really him." Yu Shenghan couldn't help but be in a daze for a moment. He quickly came to his senses, tightened his grip on the sword at his waist, and then released it. He asked, "Is it feasible to kill him again?"

Bai Jinwu was silent for a moment, "What do you think?"

He took a sip of tea, swallowed the sourness in his throat, and said calmly: "We were able to kill him once, not because of your strength or my plan, but because he believed in us."

How can a person who is in the early stage of Mahayana kill a person who has completed the Tribulation Transcendence? A sword forged with trust can kill even a true immortal.

He poisoned Shen Minghuan and led him into the prepared formation.

Yu Shenghan used an excuse to break through, but Shen Minghuan actually sacrificed his cultivation to help him.

Even if Chao Yan and other Xinghe clan members suddenly attacked him, he still felt that they had been tricked by someone and lost their minds, so he restrained himself and refused to hurt anyone.

He obviously realized something was wrong in the end, but he still didn't put up any defense when Bai Jinwu approached him.

Bai Jinwu prepared dozens of plans. He was well aware of Shen Minghuan's strength. He tried his best to plan but was still mentally prepared for failure.

He didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Shen Minghuan, a smart and alert person, did not escape any trap.

But the sword he struck through the heart was accurate and ruthless.

Shen Minghuan would not believe them a second time.

Yu Shenghan had only experienced two such powerless moments in his life. One was when Bai Jinwu told him the truth about the world and wanted to join forces with him to set up a murderous plot.

Once is now.

He knew that he could remain indifferent during the great calamity of heaven and earth, and he would risk his life on both sides. Even if he tried his best, he could accept the outcome no matter what. But a hundred years ago, he had exhausted all his determination in this life, and a hundred years later, it still seems to be a big dream.

Are there some things that really cannot be changed?

Yu Shenghan couldn't accept it. He asked, "Why can he come back?"

"I don't know, but it's not strange for Wang to do anything." Bai Jin regained his calmness when facing Mo Jingchun. He looked panicked: "I was slacking off. I should have moved faster. I should have done it earlier." You know, how could Shen Minghuan die so easily..."

"Bai Jinwu!" Yu Shenghan snorted softly, interrupting his obsessed appearance, "Maybe the situation is not so bad. If Shen Minghuan came back, why wouldn't he seek revenge from us, and..."

Yu Shenghan Gujing Wubo's expression was strangely distorted for a moment. He recalled how "Shen Shu" in the secret realm was obedient and pretended not to recognize them.

Yu Shenghan was silent.

It was fine when I didn't know, but now I know that under that mask is an old friend who has been thinking about Yun Shu for hundreds of years, and I feel a sadness that I can't express to outsiders.

He came back, but he pretended not to know them, and would rather pretend to be crazy than to draw a clear line. These four words "cut off the robe and cut off the meaning" are so ordinary, why do you feel like your heart is twisting when you read them?

Bai Jinwu's face instantly turned pale, apparently remembering that brief encounter, "Maybe, maybe he... doesn't care anymore..."

This is even more difficult to accept than hatred.

Bai Jinwu remembered that Shen Minghuan's soul power had invaded his sea of ​​consciousness when he left the secret realm, but it only quietly and gently dispelled the confusion of the miasma for him, causing him no pain at all, and he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't help himself.

It may be strange to say this, but——

He didn't agree because he believed that Shen Minghuan wouldn't hurt him. On the contrary, he recognized his king, and he was willing to give Shen Minghuan a chance to revenge and punish him.

But Shen Minghuan didn't.

"That's okay, it's good..." Bai Jinwu murmured, as if he had lost his mind.

Yu Shenghan ignored him. Shen Minghuan had always thought that they had a good relationship, but in fact it was just a cover-up. In fact, they all despised each other. Shen Minghuan could not even say a word to each other when Shen Minghuan was not present.

So of course he didn't like Bai Jinwu either. If it weren't for the fact that Bai Jinwu was the son of destiny and had to live until the end of the story, he wouldn't care whether he lived or died.

Yu Shenghan managed to calm down a little and asked in a deep voice: "You deliberately told Mo Jingchun these things because of Ming Huan?"

Bai Jinwu closed her eyes hard and said hoarsely: "If Mo Jingchun knows, it is equivalent to Luo Jinghong knowing. Luo Jinghong... will definitely tell the king."

He opened his eyes, his eyes calm, "I want to give the king a reason."

A reason to abandon the divine realm.

He could not kill Shen Minghuan again and force him to leave, so Shen Minghuan would be disappointed and choose to sever ties with the Divine Realm.

This is a false world, and they are all false lives. How can it be worth letting Shen Minghuan stop? How could Shen Minghuan deserve to be sacrificed?

Shen Minghuan should always be alive and high, and no one can drag him into the mortal world.

Bai Jinwu's eyes were cold.

Yu Shenghan agreed, but he was not very sure: "Are you sure it's okay?"

Bai Jinwu suddenly smiled: "I was negligent a hundred years ago and didn't prepare a motive for myself. The king is so kind, and he might have thought that I had some difficulties, but it's different now."

"Actually, fame and fortune are better reasons, but Wang has always been smart, so he probably won't believe it. What I said to Mo Jingchun is 30% false and 70% true. Wang hates this kind of forced sacrifice the most. If he is allowed to Knowing that I gave up him for the Divine Realm, he will definitely be extremely disappointed with me..."

Bai Jinwu paused and continued: "He knows that you will die, and I will sacrifice my body to heaven to save the world. In this way, he can clean up the door and nothing will happen to the God's Domain, so he will not care."

Bai Jinwu began to murmur absently again, "The galaxy that Wang misses most has betrayed him. There is nothing to miss in this place in God's Domain. He will leave here, and with Wang's ability, no matter which world he is in, he will survive Very good, I just hope... I just hope that he will not encounter another world that needs to be saved and will drag him down. "

Although he didn't like Bai Jinwu, Yu Shenghan still believed in his judgment.

Yu Shenghan nodded and said concisely: "That's good."

That's fine.

Yu Shenghan suddenly teleported behind Bai Jinwu, raised his hand to cover his back, his spiritual power circulated, and his breath suddenly became weak.

A sharp pain hit her, and Bai Jinwu was stunned: "Spiritual power filling the body?"

The art of benefiting others at the expense of oneself.

Yu Shenghan also felt the tearing pain in the meridians all over his body. He turned pale and said calmly, "Well, why not Ming Huan? Just bear with it."

He didn't know what it felt like when Shen Minghuan used this forbidden technique, but at least as the person being cast, he couldn't feel the pain.

Bai Jinwu frowned: "You..."

"You're too slow." Yu Shenghan stated without any emotion.

Their strength is so different. Bai Jin can't even survive the tribulation. How can he fight against him? How to kill him with the sword?

Bai Jinwu had nothing to be embarrassed about. He had killed the royal capital for his ultimate goal, so why would he reject Yu Shenghan in a pretentious manner and talk nonsense that did not require the other party's charity or the other party's sacrifice of cultivation?

He endured the pain, tried his best to digest this huge spiritual power, and asked warily: "How can you be filled with spiritual power?"

Shen Minghuan never takes pride in himself, and he has no reservations about anyone asking for advice on cultivation problems, with the exception of this forbidden technique.

After all, it is a forbidden technique. If one operation is not performed well, the meridians may be severed, or the meridians may be severed, or death may occur. Shen Minghuan felt it was dangerous and had already said that he would not teach anyone. Why could Yu Shenghan learn from it?

Yu Shenghan took back his hand. He didn't hear the directness in Bai Jinwu's tone, and said calmly: "He used it on me."

Yu Shenghan was a genius second only to Shen Minghuan in the Divine Realm for tens of thousands of years. He studied for a hundred years and barely recovered Shen Minghuan's forbidden technique.

Bai Jinwu frowned: "When has the king ever used it on you?"

After all, the foundation of spiritual power infusion is not as solid as his own cultivation. Yu Shenghan is not bad in talent, and he is dedicated to chasing the peak of the avenue, so he has never asked Shen Minghuan.

Yu Shenghan's figure gradually disappeared, and before leaving, he calmly replied: "When we were in the East China Sea."

Otherwise, how can Shen Minghuan's strength be consumed by competition alone?

Bai Jinwu was stunned again, with a bitter smile on his lips.

Why didn't Wang doubt Yu Shenghan's bizarre and sudden behavior...