PFC Chapter 527 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [203]
Chapter 527 The Cold and Pure Human Buddha Child VS The Adorable and Devoted Demon Cat Emperor [203]
When Shiga arrived, he saw Jiang Xiyu falling from the sky.
Streams of light and blood rain fell around Jiang Xiyu, their burning glow illuminating his pale, fragile face.
In that instant when he saw it clearly, Shiga's soul suddenly seemed to freeze.
He stared at Jiang Xiyu, his pupils trembling violently. In the blink of an eye, his soul shattered like ice, and his heart felt as if it were being repeatedly crushed and tortured by an invisible hand, bringing him excruciating and desperate pain.
Dense and numerous, penetrating deep into the bone marrow.
At that moment, the world seemed to collapse and overturn in his eyes, and the sound of the wind and screams gradually faded away from his ears.
Shiga seemed deaf and blind; he didn't know how he got there, but he managed to catch the utterly shattered figure before Yuejia could.
Jiang Xiyu fell into his arms, coughing up bright red blood that seemed endless.
Shiga's pupils were filled with the glaring blood color. He stared at Jiang Xiyu expressionlessly, as if he had lost even the last vestige of his soul.
Yuejia staggered over, and finally, she almost crawled to Jiang Xiyu's side.
He knelt in the void, his face completely cracked, his whole being horrified as if he had collapsed. He looked at Jiang Xiyu lying lifeless in Shijia's arms, wanting to reach out his hand, but he trembled and could not lift it up.
I don't know what to do, or where to touch.
All I could see was blood everywhere; his body was covered in blood.
An unprecedented sense of helplessness and fear instantly overwhelmed Yuejia.
He was terrified...
Why is Jiang Xiyu bleeding?
How could there be so much blood?!
She was just in his arms a moment ago, why has she changed like this now?
Isn't it because she's finally willing to respond to him and tell him she loves him?
He finally understood why they had suddenly dumped him.
In the past, he did not believe in this person's sincerity.
Now, he was willing to believe, but looking at this person, he saw him shield him from the heavenly tribulation, and he saw that he was truly willing to give up his life for him.
Looking at Jiang Xiyu's broken state, he felt a sense of helplessness and fear he had never experienced before.
Why did I do this in front of him? Why did I shield him from that lightning tribulation? And why did I have to use this method to prove that he hadn't lied to me?
why!
Yuejia looked at him, her pupils suddenly tearing open, filled with blood.
His fear was so obvious, as if he didn't want to believe what he was seeing, that his eyes were also covered by a veil of light that obscured everything.
"no, I can not……"
"how could be……"
"Jiang Xiyu, you, you..."
He shook his head and murmured, his voice hoarse and filled with grief, as if he himself had been struck by a thunderbolt.
How could such a scene exist? It's like a heart-wrenching and soul-crushing torture.
It was as if he had fallen into a bloody, inescapable hell, where crimson light snaked through his dreams, the sky and earth shattered, and his delusions were trapped between life and death.
Yuejia finally couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to snatch Jiang Xiyu from Shijia's arms.
Shiga was eerily quiet. He couldn't even notice Yuejia anymore. He seemed to have lost his soul, clinging tightly to Jiang Xiyu and refusing to let go.
It was as if if he let go, the person in his arms would fall away.
"Kitty..."
"Kitty..."
Like Jiang Xiyu, Shiga coughed up blood, as if he had tasted all that blood and bitterness. He called out softly, one call after another, until finally his voice was filled with obvious sobs and difficulty: "Cat..."
A few drops of blood splattered on Jiang Xiyu's long eyelashes. The blood trembled slightly. He heard a hoarse shout in his ear. With his last breath, he raised his eyelids slightly.
The light was so dazzling that he couldn't see anything at all.
A glistening tear slid down the corner of his eye; it was hard to tell if it was blood or tears mixed with blood.
He couldn't see the person in front of him clearly; their pupils were unfocused and lifeless, and they were softly saying something.
It was too soft, as if she had never spoken.
Jiang Xiyu strained her eyes, trying to see them one more time, and silently murmured their names, unsure if anyone could hear her.
He felt very sorry...
Needless to say, it would be incredibly painful for them to disappear from their sight like this.
But Jiang Xiyu had no choice...
All he could say was sorry, over and over again, silently and reluctantly.
Until those bright golden eyes completely dimmed, Jiang Xiyu's hands finally fell limply to his sides, and his head slumped in Shijia's arms as if it had no bones to support it.
At this moment, fate brings us together and fate separates us; our connection has ended...
Some people are trapped inside, utterly despondent, as if they have fallen into an abyss.
Yuejia finally dared not snatch anymore. He knelt beside Jiang Xiyu, staring blankly at the face that had fallen into Shijia's arms. After a long time, he seemed to react and desperately wiped the blood that had fallen from Jiang Xiyu's lips until both of his hands were stained with blood.
He held Jiang Xiyu's face in his hands, utterly helpless, refusing to let him fall.
"Jiang Xiyu, Jiang Xiyu..."
Seemingly feeling that such a form of address was too distant and cold, he immediately softened his voice and called out to him softly and in a flattering manner, while unconsciously giving Jiang Xiyu a smile.
That smile was so bitter that his words were incoherent and extremely astringent.
"Husband, husband... don't joke with me like that, and don't scare me..."
"Open your eyes and look at me, don't look away..."
As Yuejia spoke, she continuously poured merit into his palm.
But that body seemed to be riddled with holes and full of wounds. No matter how much merit Yuejia poured into it, it would dissipate and leak out of his body like smoke.
Merit could not remain in his body; his face lost all color, a color that Yuejia had never seen on his face before—pale white, almost transparent, as if it were about to dissipate at any moment.
His face was so cold, so cold that Yuejia's knuckles turned white, and her teeth chattered: "It'll be alright, I'll save you, I promise I'll save you..."
Merit emanated from Jiang Xiyu's body, spreading in countless strands that almost pierced Yuejia's eyes.
He asked, as if possessed, "Why can't I transfer the merit... why can't I transfer it!"
He looked up at the scattered merits, and the fleeting light in his eyes fell without warning.
It crashed into the sea of clouds, and the sea of clouds instantly filled with a sorrowful atmosphere.