Love is like holding a torch against the wind; it is bound to burn your hands. This fire is like a carbuncle attached to the bone, which is difficult to extinguish once it touches the body.
Baili Duyue was once stained by the karmic fire, and now it seems that the fire will not stop until all his flesh and blood are burned.
Sang Feiwan clearly felt the cold tears on his neck. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to do at this moment. So he could only hug Baili Duyue tightly, then tilted his head to kiss away the salty tears from the corners of the other's eyes, leaving a dense and warm kiss.
Baili Duyue's body was tense, as if he was suppressing his tears and enduring the pain and hatred in his heart. He noticed Sang Feiwan's movements, silently clenched his fingertips, and for some reason, he suddenly pushed the person away as if he had been electrocuted.
“Crash—”
Sang Feiwan was pushed aside unexpectedly, the iron chain vibrating and making a sound. He looked at Baili Duyue in surprise, but saw that his red shirt was disheveled and his expression was gloomy. Then he stepped back from the bed and left the hall in a panic.
"Tomoon!"
Sang Feiwan instinctively wanted to catch up with him, but after taking just two steps, he was pulled back by the iron chain at the head of the bed, and he could not move out of this small space no matter what.
Sang Feiwan pulled hard twice, but found that he couldn't get free no matter what he did. Finally, he gave up and sat back on the bed with a slight headache.
Baili Duyue must still care about the fact that he once served as Fu Yuhao's spy, but that was the original body's fault, and it was too unfair for him to bear the blame.
Sang Feiwan was already thinking about whether he should tell the truth to Baili Duyue and tell her about his soul traveling through time. But this matter seemed ridiculous. After all, when he first traveled through time, Baili Duyue had tried to test him with the soul-driving technique, but there was no reaction at all.
What should I do? Is it impossible to reduce the degree of darkness to such a high level
The system flew out at some point, floating around nervously, anxious like an ant on a hot pot. Before, Sang Feiwan had clearly reduced the degree of blackening, but who would have thought that Fu Yuhao would suddenly appear, and now it can be said that he has returned to the pre-liberation era overnight.
"Why are you in such a hurry? He's not going to come back." Sang Feiwan glanced at the system, not knowing whether he was comforting it or himself.
The system asked back: Am I anxious
Sang Feiwan nodded: "You are anxious."
system:…
Well, it is quite anxious.
Sang Feiwan had spent half his life calculating people's hearts and never made a mistake, but this time he miscalculated. After that, Baili Duyue didn't come to see him for at least three or four days. Every day, only the maid brought in medicine and helped him change his clothes and drink the medicine.
Sang Feiwan is now considered a master of the Spiritual Severing Realm, and can abstain from grains. He will not starve to death even if he eats or not. Although he does not know what the medicine is, it is probably used to treat injuries. After all, when he assassinated Fu Yujin, he was injured by the opponent's spiritual power, and now his internal organs still ache.
After he finished drinking the medicine that day, he finally couldn't help but ask the maid: "City Lord... I mean, where is the Emperor?"
The maid didn't dare to say anything. She couldn't say that Baili Duyue would wander outside the palace for a long time every day but never enter. If she said that, she would lose her head, so she could only kneel down and say, "My lord, I don't know. The emperor is busy with affairs. Maybe he is dealing with memorials at this moment."
Seeing that she didn't dare to look him in the face, Sang Feiwan knew that she was not telling the truth. He thought that Baili Duyue was a person who liked to dwell on trivial matters. If he continued to avoid her like this, he would probably never be able to resolve this knot in his life.
We have to find a way to meet each other.
As Sang Feiwan thought about this, she unconsciously stroked the edge of the medicine bowl with her fingertips. Then, under the gaze of the maid, she slowly put the bowl back on the tray, making a dull sound.
"You may withdraw now."
Sang Feiwan said.
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The maid nodded upon hearing this and was about to leave with the tray. However, at this moment, Sang Feiwan, who was fine just now, suddenly changed his expression and spit out a mouthful of blood without warning. Then he fell to the side of the bed with a pale face, holding his chest, as if he was in great pain.
"Young Master!"
The maid was startled when she saw this, and the tray in her hand fell to the ground with a clang. She hurried forward to support Sang Feiwan, and asked anxiously: "Sir, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?!"
Sang Feiwan fell on the bed in agony, clutching the maid's hand and saying intermittently: "I... my stomach hurts so much... it's burning..."
"I, I will go find a doctor right away!"
The maid was so panicked that she was at a loss what to do. Seeing that Sang Feiwan seemed to be in great pain, she immediately turned around and hurried out of the hall to find a doctor.
Sang Feiwan was just pretending to be sick. He had just used his spiritual power to injure himself and spit out blood. He saw the maid hurriedly running to report, and felt that he had to play the whole act, so he continued to hold his chest and roll around in pain on the bed. His acting skills were amazing.
Xiao Jin Gang made an ignorant exclamation: Wow, host, you are pretending to be sick!
"Nonsense, it doesn't seem like you're pretending to be sick!"
When Sang Feiwan was a child, his parents ignored him and he relied on pretending to be sick to get attention. He had done this dozens of times, if not hundreds of times. This was nothing to him. So when Baili Duyue heard the news and rushed over, and saw Sang Feiwan rolling on the bed in unbearable pain, he did not suspect that he was pretending to be sick.
"Where does it hurt?!"
Baili Duyue's face changed slightly when he saw this. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed Sang Feiwan's hand to feel his pulse, fearing that he had been poisoned by someone. However, Sang Feiwan refused to let him see his pulse. He pulled his hand back with a pale face and said in a cold sweat: "City Lord... No need... No need to save me... Just let me die..."
Baili Duyue's eyes were filled with anger: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Sang Feiwan looked at him with a pale face, looking somewhat weak and pitiful, and said intermittently: "If I die... City Lord, please don't be angry with me anymore..."
He tightly grasped Baili Duyue's hand, and with red eyes he said half-truthfully, "Fei Wan saw the city lord angry... It was more painful than death..."
Baili Duyue didn't expect that he was still thinking about what made him angry. He paused and closed his eyes. He didn't know how to respond for a moment. He saw the guard kneeling beside him, and kicked him directly, angrily scolding: "Asshole! What are you doing? Go and get a doctor!"
A maid had already gone to ask for the doctor. The guard had suffered an unprovoked disaster and could only bow his head and leave, sighing his bad luck as he followed the doctor.
Sang Feiwan continued to roll around in pain on the bed, veins popping out of his neck, and he pretended to be very sick. Baili Duyue looked gloomy and checked the medicine bowl, but there was nothing wrong with it. They were all top-quality healing elixirs, and it was impossible for them to be poisoned.
“Crash!”
The medicine bowl was thrown to the ground, revealing Baili Duyue's irritable mood. He tightly grasped Sang Feiwan's hand, while sending him spiritual power, he anxiously asked: "Where does it hurt?"
Sang Feiwan forced himself to cough up blood again. His face became paler and paler. He said in a hoarse voice, "My stomach hurts... cough cough... It feels like there are millions of poisonous insects biting me... It's burning... City Lord... I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't make it..."
Baili Duyue's fingertips tightened suddenly upon hearing this, and he couldn't help but tremble. He looked at Sang Feiwan with red eyes, and said word by word with gritted teeth: "Who said you were going to die?! There are so many rare treasures in the world, even if the King of Hell wants to take your soul away, I will definitely be able to summon your soul for you!"
His voice trembled, and he accidentally revealed a hint of panic.
Baili Qingdu died, Qian Jiangyue also died, how could Sang Feiwan die again
Sang Feiwan was tired of rolling around, so he gradually stopped, but in the eyes of others, it was a sign that he was about to die. He saw that Baili Duyue was at a loss, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be about to cry. Finally, he pulled his sleeve and motioned him to come closer: "I... I have something to say to the city lord..."
Baili Duyue paused after hearing this, and could only lean forward. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and after a long while he managed to utter a sentence with difficulty: "... What do you want to say?"
Sang Feiwan raised her hand and touched his cold face, wondering why this fool still loves to cry. She was silent for a moment, and finally whispered in Baili Duyue's ear: "To be honest with you, City Lord, I am a soul that has taken over another body..."
Possessing the soul
These four words were like thunder from a clear sky, startling Baili Duyue for a moment. He subconsciously looked at Sang Feiwan, but saw that the other party had a serious expression and was not joking at all.
Sang Feiwan had never said such true words in his life. In the other party's shocked and confused look, he whispered the secret that no one knew: "Does the city lord remember what Sang Feiwan looked like in the past?"
Baili Duyue remembers...
The other person is vulgar and uncultured, and although he has a stunning appearance, he is a complete vase and a fool. Even just one look at him is too much.
But since the night when Duan Yang was driven out of the mansion, Sang Feiwan seemed to have become a different person, suddenly full of spirit and vitality. Not only could he paint, but he also had hundreds of poems in his mind, as if his soul had been replaced.
Just like...
It's like two completely different people...
Sang Feiwan seemed not to notice Baili Duyue's stunned expression, and said in a hoarse voice: "I am a soul from another world. I don't know how, I took over his body by mistake..."
"Although we have the same name, we are definitely not the same person. The Sang Feiwan in the past was Fu Yuhao's spy. I have never betrayed the city lord..."
Sang Feiwan said as he clenched Baili Duyue's hand. He lay weakly on the bed, his eyebrows drooping, his hair wet with cold sweat, looking so pitiful and innocent: "City Lord, please don't be angry with Feiwan anymore... Okay... Otherwise, even if I die, my soul will not be able to rest in peace in the underworld..."
The system was dumbfounded, thinking how could humans be so cunning? How could they be so cunning? How could Sang Feiwan, such a jerk, tell the truth? ! !
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Baili Duyue suddenly learned the truth, his mind went blank, he looked at Sang Feiwan in a daze, and uttered a sentence with difficulty: "But...but I used the soul-driving technique to test you before, and you didn't react at all."
How could Baili Duyue not notice such a big change in Sang Feiwan? He had used the soul-exorcising technique in front of the temple to test whether the other party was possessed by a demon, but Sang Feiwan did not react at all at that time.
Sang Feiwan said weakly: "I am not a demon... I am just an ordinary human soul... The soul-exorcism technique can only expel demons that have taken over other people's bodies... It naturally has no effect on me..."
As he was talking, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he acted like a complete show, saying pitifully, "I have never dared to tell the city lord... because I was afraid that the city lord would dislike me... But now I am about to die... If I don't tell him now, I am afraid I will have no chance..."
When Baili Duyue heard the word "death", his heart skipped a beat. He came to his senses and subconsciously clenched his hand, shouting angrily in a low voice: "What nonsense! With me here, who dares to kill you?!"
At this moment, the doctor finally rushed over. Baili Duyue didn't even let them greet him, and directly dragged the man to the bed. He gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Hurry up and treat him. If you can't cure him, I will beat you to death!"
The doctor was shocked, wondering how come the current emperor was even more evil than the previous one. He immediately put down his medicine box and went forward to check on Sang Feiwan's condition.
Sang Feiwan knew that if he dodged, it would inevitably appear that he had something to hide, so he did not stop the doctor from taking his pulse. It didn't matter whether the other party found out the symptoms or not. Anyway, he just had a stomachache. What could he do to me
However, the doctor stroked his beard and felt the patient's pulse for a while, and his brows suddenly frowned a little bit, and his face became more and more solemn. He said nothing, as if he suspected that he had taken the wrong pulse, and changed his other hand, but his expression became more and more tense.
Baili Duyue's heart skipped a beat when he saw this: "Did he get poisoned?"
The doctor frowned and shook his head, but suddenly said something shocking: "No, no, it's not a deadly poison, but a Gu poison."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Feiwan, who had just been lying on the bed "dying", suddenly burst into a violent cough, his face red and his neck thickened.
Don't get me wrong, I was scared.
Sang Feiwan "struggled" to sit up from the bed, looked at the doctor, and grabbed the doctor's hand that was taking his pulse. He asked in disbelief, "What did you say? I was poisoned?!"
Brother, are you kidding me? I am pretending to be sick!
The doctor frowned, worried: "Based on the pulse, someone has indeed put a poison in your body, but it's so strange, I have never seen this kind of poison before."
"… "
Sang Feiwan was already confused. He was obviously pretending to be sick, so how could he really be poisoned? He swallowed a mouthful of blood with difficulty, and asked with the last glimmer of hope: "Did you... make a mistake?"
The doctor glared and waved his sleeves when he heard this, feeling a little angry, thinking that he was questioning his medical skills: "Young Master, you are joking. I was born in Baiyao Valley and have been practicing medicine for 136 years. There is no way I can be wrong!"