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Feng Xinglie truly couldn't let go. At the very least, she couldn't bear to watch that man, who looked at her with pleading eyes and couldn't bear to harm her in the slightest, simply disappear from this world.

Room number 18, also named "Di", was small, but its environment was vastly different from that of Room number "Tian". In the dark and damp gloom, even just standing outside the stone chamber, without entering, the strong smell of blood filled the nostrils, causing a wave of nausea.

Suppressing the trembling in his heart, Feng Xinglie took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The overwhelming crimson light assaulted the senses; the bloodstains on the walls had already dried, and heaven knows how many people had died in this place. The stench, reminiscent of hell, sent shivers down even the spines of Feng Xinglie, causing him to wince in unbearable pain.

His gaze followed the blood-red wall, and the figure lying on the bed came into view. His pupils suddenly contracted. The state of the person in the room made Feng Xinglie's heart surge with anger, and he even had the urge to drag everyone in charge of this cell out and torture them to death.

He was no longer the elegant man exuding a captivating, almost sinister aura at Yihong Pavilion. Nor was he the cold, ruthless man clad in heavy armor, radiating murderous intent, from the battle in the Southern Frontier. Now, his eyes were tightly shut, his face deathly pale, his clothes tattered and torn, every inch stained with dried, brownish blood. His long, silky hair lay disheveled like withered grass, and on the cold stone bed, a layer of blood-soaked crimson, though dark, was extremely glaring, one that could probably never be wiped away by any amount of washing.

How long has he been here? Feng Xinglie felt a sharp pain in his chest, an unbearable ache.

A thick black chain, as thick as an arm, hung on his ankle. He looked like a bloodied man, lifeless, lying there as if he were already dead. Feng Xinglie felt dizzy, bit his lower lip, and slowly walked over.

She still remembered how, back in the Southern Kingdom, he so desperately wanted revenge, struggling step by step to rise from the brink of death, refusing to yield to fate.

She still remembered that day in the palace, when he was in dire straits, yet he was ruthless and decisive, and did not hesitate to use cruel methods against her, just to escape the chance of death.

She still remembers that day by the pool, he crawled inch by inch toward the pool, refusing to give up and enduring it with his own will. That short distance was nothing short of a miracle for him at that time.

In Feng Xinglie's memory, Liu Wuge was always someone who knew how to yield, never bowed his head, struggled desperately, fought against fate, and was unwilling to give up hope.

At this moment, the man lay there helplessly, as if he would never stand up again, never roar at the sky again, never accuse the heavens of injustice, never be resentful and unyielding.

In an instant, Feng Xinglie's heart was filled with extreme anger! She didn't know why the King of Qing was treating him this way, nor did she know what information the King of Nanfan wanted to get from him, but those people would definitely pay a thousand times the price!

"Who?" The person on the bed moved slightly, slowly sitting up inch by inch with great difficulty. Such a simple action was so difficult for him at this moment!

However, he did not run away, nor did he lie on the bed like a stagnant pool. Instead, he sat up little by little.

Although he had to lean against the cold wall behind him to keep his body from tilting to the side, and although he had to gasp for breath to maintain the physical strength required for this simple movement.

Feng Xinglie bit his lower lip, no longer knowing how to describe the heartache he felt at that moment.

This is the real Liu Wuge! Even at this point, he still refuses to bow his head to anyone, more proud than anyone, more yearning for warmth than anyone, more hoping than anyone. Despite being so vulnerable, he still straightens his back the moment he awakens. When was she ever so stubborn, so inflexible...?

However, even now, Feng Xinglie has never given up this inflexible mindset.

"Wu Ge." With a soft sigh, even carrying an undisguised pity, Feng Xinglie finally stood in front of him and spoke gently with concern: "Wu Ge, I'm here."

"Meiniang? It's you, it really is you." A joyful voice came from the man's mouth. He desperately rolled over and groped his way forward, but accidentally rolled off the bed with a muffled groan.

His joy at recognizing her immediately brought Feng Xinglie comfort, but the moment he collapsed off the bed, the relief turned into terror. Feng Xinglie felt as if a hole had been dug into him; his fists clenched involuntarily, veins bulged, and his eyes were filled with horror!

Oh God! Please don't think it's true!

Feng Xinglie rushed over almost at breakneck speed, lifted Liu Wuge's body up, and let him lean half of his body against him, staring intently at his defeated face with his eyes tightly closed.

"Wu Ge, look at me! You can tell if it's me just by looking!"

Liu Wuge shuddered, his tightly closed eyes blinked slightly, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he looked as if he was about to collapse at any moment.

His voice was full of warmth, even though he was still very weak: "It's you, I would never mistake you, Meiniang, even if you turned to ashes, I would still recognize you..."

But Feng Xinglie could no longer pay attention to those things; her breathing became erratic, to the point that she couldn't control it herself.

It felt as if something had hit his head, and the pain filled his heart. Feng Xinglie, disregarding his remaining injuries, grabbed his shoulder tightly and almost roared.

"Open your eyes!"

Liu Wuge's body trembled once more, and he desperately shook his head, crying out, "No! Meiniang, no!"

"I told you to open your eyes!" Feng Xinglie exuded a violent killing intent, making it impossible for anyone to resist her command.

"No, don't do this, Meiniang, don't do this..." Zhuo Ran already knew she could no longer hide it, but Liu Wukan still couldn't comply. He resisted, tightly closing his eyes, unaware that faint blood was slowly seeping from the corners of his eyes. He pleaded hoarsely, "You said my eyes were beautiful, that you loved their light. This is the only thing I can leave in your heart. I beg you, don't erase it. If I, as a person, can't leave anything in your heart, I only ask that you remember my eyes, remember those eyes you thought were beautiful. I don't want you to see me like this! Meiniang, go... go! I'm just a loser. I can't fight against heaven, I can't fight against earth, I can't fight against man. I've lost completely. I'm just a monster who shouldn't have come into this world. It's my greatest honor that you can like something called a monster in this world..."

Liu Wuge finished speaking in one breath, but then his chest tightened and he coughed repeatedly.

He gently exhaled the air from his lungs, and only a deathly silence remained in the stone chamber.

"Wuge, I don't want to hear anything else, I just want you to open your eyes." Breaking the silence, Feng Xinglie was stubborn and determined. His warm palm touched the still handsome face, and the warmth made Liu Wuge tremble slightly.

After a silent struggle, he finally succumbed to that meager tenderness in his despair.

Liu Wuge slowly raised her dark circles under her eyes, and the emptiness in the room instantly dropped to zero.

Between the two pitch-black voids, the light was gone, and a chill gnawed at my heart, making me unable to even care about this terrifying and grotesque sight!

Overwhelmed with uncontrollable grief, Feng Xinglie suppressed the urge to roar to the heavens, opened his mouth which had been bitten until his lower lip bled, and laughed softly and sorrowfully.

"Although its luster has faded, it is still... the most beautiful gem in the world!"

Chapter 103 Heartless Yet Passionate

A soft laugh, a quiet listening—the pale face finally regained some vitality.

"Meiniang, do you know that with your words, everything is enough? For a demon like me, even if I had to exchange my life for this, I would be completely satisfied." No more tears could flow from his eyes, but the soreness in his nose told Feng Xinglie his feelings at that moment.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Feng Xinglie gritted her teeth, her spasming heart aching to the extreme at this moment. She finally understood how Ling Yuxiang felt when he felt sorry for her back then! It wasn't love, it was just heartache, a very simple heartache, heartache for such a person, heartache for his sorrow.

She gripped Liu Wuge's shoulders tightly and shook her repeatedly: "Cheer up! You can't give up hope! You still have so much to do. Since you're not willing to be lifted out of hell once, why can't you do it a second time! The lives of everyone in Tianyi Pavilion are in your hands, and you still have your subordinates. Are you going to just give in to fate like this? Liu Wuge, I will get you out of here. You have to believe me."

She believed her intuition was correct; the aura emanating from Liu Wuge at this moment was one of resolute abandonment of everything. His presence was deathly still, and Feng Xinglie knew what that meant—she had felt the same way when she plunged off the cliff on Zijin Mountain.

Liu Wuge wanted to die! This man, oppressed to the extreme by the world, this man who refused to admit defeat, finally succumbed to despair and helplessly gave up in the face of fate!

"Losing your eyes might not be a bad thing. Haven't these eyes caused you enough harm? At this moment, you are no longer the monster the world speaks of. Come with me, Wuge. If I say I can save you, I will!" An extremely fine metal wire was taken out of the hair. The thin ropes tied to the hair at both ends were removed, revealing two extremely short serrations. The serrations gleamed coldly and could cut hair in an instant. With just a casual stroke across the steel chain, it easily embedded itself in it.

While refined steel is indeed very hard, could it possibly encounter someone like Feng Xinglie who came from the modern world? The refining techniques here are simply insufficient, and the chains always contain impurities. The three metal wires she tied in her hair were her last emergency weapons; one was used to deal with the Southern King, and the other two were still on her person.

Just as she was about to make a move, Liu Wuge unexpectedly grabbed her wrist with a strength that seemed beyond his current capabilities. Although he couldn't truly stop her, his grip was unwavering.

"No song!"

“Meiniang, don’t you understand?” Interrupting Feng Xinglie’s attempt at further lecturing, Liu Wuge smiled bitterly. Suddenly, she leaned against Feng Xinglie’s shoulder, her eyes dull and unfocused, and murmured softly, “So what if I have demonic eyes? I’ve lived like this all these years. I never cared how others saw me or thought of me, but…”

He suddenly grabbed Feng Xinglie's collar, like a drowning man clutching at the last straw, a strange hope on his face: "But that day you said to me, this monster, that your eyes were beautiful, without any sarcasm. It was a heartfelt compliment! It might be a trivial matter to you, but for me, it was an unprecedented shock! I lost everything because of these eyes since I was a child, I fell into hell because of these eyes. Do you know how I felt when you accepted me?"

Liu Wuge's ashen face suddenly radiated a brilliant light, his still handsome face exuding the beauty of life, and he smiled so warmly and brightly.

"I'm so glad, so incredibly glad! I'm glad I have eyes like these, eyes that let you tell me he's beautiful! I'm glad God gave me these captivating eyes, not ordinary eyes! I'm glad I have this special quality that makes you look at me, even though I paid such a heavy price for these eyes! But, as long as I can make you look at me, as long as I can meet you in this world and get your attention, what does it matter if it's a little more suffering?"

"You know, when you looked me in the eyes and sincerely said I was beautiful, my world inside me was turned upside down! At that moment, I knew I could never escape from your grasp! You were like the only sunshine in my life, giving me the warmth I had longed for, and making me realize that I also hoped someone would like me. I realized that I had never given up hope of being accepted by the world, but I had just been deceiving myself, becoming cynical because I couldn't get the world's approval."

“Meiniang, you may not know, but even I am surprised. Although we only met a few times, you have given me so much, completely occupying my heart. No matter how hard I try, I can't erase it! It wasn't until I discovered you were Feng Xinglie, and after I realized the pain between you and Ling Yuxiang had faded, that I was horrified to find that I couldn't hate you at all. In fact, I had unconsciously placed you before everything else! I wanted to go back to you, to explain things clearly, to tell you that I could even disregard my hatred for Ling Yuxiang. I just wanted to ask you if you still wanted me, with those beautiful eyes, by your side. But then, those people came after me…”

Liu Wuge's trembling body exuded a chilling despair and sorrow as she said, "Heh, perhaps Heaven wouldn't let me go, believing that this monster like me would never be worthy of happiness, and in the end, it had to deliver this fatal blow! Just when I began to cherish my eyes because of you, they were completely destroyed! The only thing that allowed you to see me is gone. Without these eyes, Liu Wuge is no longer the Liu Wuge I once was. What can I use to keep your gaze? What right do I have to beg you to look at me one more time? To see me in such a broken state? Meiniang, I can't go with you, I have no reason to go with you!"

Unbeknownst to her, Liu Wuge's voice became increasingly broken, until it turned into a hoarse wail. Tears could not flow from her empty eyes, and she could only cling tightly to Feng Xinglie, like a heartbroken and helpless child.

"Perhaps I'm just a joke played by fate, a powerless ant desperately making laughable struggles, trying so hard to grow stronger. But no matter how much I struggle, I'm still just an insect, easily destroyed with a flick of the wrist! What is this punishment for? Is it because I've taken so many lives that I have to pay for it like this..."

“Wu Ge…” Feng Xinglie reached out and touched his trembling, sobbing body, calling out weakly. It wasn’t that he had nothing else to say, but the words were stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

She listened quietly to every word he spoke, letting this wounded man lean on her. Her heart surged with emotions like a raging sea; how could she not understand Liu Wuge's feelings? She knew Liu Wuge valued her highly, but she never imagined he valued her to this extent!

Those eyes were the root of everything for him, the very thing he should hate most. Yet now, he had changed his entire attitude simply because of her words. Was it worth it? Like those other men, you've sacrificed so much for me… was it really worth it?

In truth, Liu Wuge's needs were far too few, almost negligible. He was too easily satisfied; just a few words, a touch of sincerity, were enough to completely move him. One can only imagine what he had received in the past! It's likely that he had never tasted warmth since birth…

Feng Xinglie was also extremely angry at this moment, and even wanted to grab everyone who had called him a monster and ask them what evil deeds he had done to harm the world! He wanted to roar to the sky and question the heavens, why did they have to toy with this pitiful and pathetic man time and time again, causing this extremely fragile person to suffer indelible damage time and time again!

Yes, he is ruthless! Liu Wuge is a ruthless killer, a ruthless heavy armored general in the Southern Kingdom, who has taken the lives of tens of thousands of people. But are these really evidences of his ruthlessness?

He is clearly sentimental at heart. A little bit of tenderness can touch him. She was only a tiny bit nice to him, and he was able to put aside all his hatred for her and put her first. Such a person is clearly so affectionate, how could he be described as heartless?

It was the world's ruthlessness that shaped his ruthlessness! Because the world had always been ruthless towards him, devoid of even a trace of sincerity, he became like a hedgehog, facing the world with his ruthlessness.

Like her, she was foolish enough to insist on looking at the world with strange eyes. And she stubbornly refused to stop her journey until the end of her life! How could she just watch all of this happen?

Feng Xinglie closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, only a resolute gaze remained. Her voice was powerful: "Wu Ge, you are not wrong. Even if you are wrong, it is the fault of Heaven! Your eyes were not what you wanted at birth. No one would willingly become a monster. As for the series of consequences that followed, turning you into a murderous demon, it is merely a matter of cause and effect. You don't need to feel that you bear any sin!"

"As for your eyes, you don't need to worry about not being able to let me look at them anymore, because their beauty is already imprinted in my heart! Whenever I want to look, I just need to close my eyes and I can see them. The reason for coming with me is even simpler: don't forget, we are the same kind."

Liu Wukan suddenly looked up. Although all he could see was darkness, he seemed to see Feng Xinglie's confident and arrogant smile. His heart was filled with a mix of emotions—bitterness, sweetness, and sorrow—and he was deeply moved. The wall that his soul had built up crumbled in an instant!

"But...but I'm already a..."

"No buts." Feng Xinglie snorted heavily, interrupting him directly. The serrated edge of his hand swiftly sliced into the chains on Liu Wuge's feet, his tone as domineering as ever: "If I hadn't discovered you, that would be one thing. But now you're in my hands. Do you really think you can escape? Liu Wuge, you really don't take me, Feng Xinglie, seriously at all? You think you can just die whenever you want? You still owe me a considerable debt! I've searched most of Qing Kingdom for you, expending enormous manpower and resources. If you don't make up for it and die like this, don't blame me for finding a high-ranking monk to summon you back and chant your name over and over every day!"

The steel chain was very strong, but it was quickly sawed through by the sharp teeth. Cutting along the cut, it would break in no time.

Liu Wuge didn't know what expression to use to face Feng Xinglie. Being able to see her again was truly a blessing from heaven! He would even be willing to die if he saw her this time! But after hearing Feng Xinglie's words, he once again felt an indescribable warmth that seeped into his heart, but a sour feeling rose in his chest.

He was too greedy! He really didn't want to miss out on this warmth! Even knowing it might cause her trouble, how could he let go of this small happiness when she insisted?

"Can I... do it?" His hesitant voice revealed his inner unease.

Feng Xinglie glanced at him and said firmly.

"I told you, I would take you out of here, you have to believe me!"

That firm and powerful sentence seemed to have a magical power. Liu Wuge nodded subconsciously and blurted out, "I believe in you. I have never doubted you, no matter what."

Feng Xinglie's hand paused slightly, but he could only let out a sigh.

“But you must also know that what I can give is very limited. Even so, I will take you with me!” She shook her head with a bitter smile: “Perhaps the truly heartless one is me.”

Before Liu Wuge could even grasp the meaning behind her words, his expression suddenly changed drastically!

"Meiniang! Watch out!"

Chapter 104 Changes on Earth

After losing his eyes, Liu Wuge's hearing and senses became more acute than before. He could immediately sense danger at the slightest sound above his head.

A massive boulder collapsed, severely damaging the entire underground prison in the previous explosion. This place was no exception; the walls were cracked, and rubble was raining down from above. However, this was the first time such a large boulder had fallen! It meant the underground prison was on the verge of complete collapse!

Liu Wuge, with a burst of strength from who knows where, roared and lunged at Feng Xinglie. Feng Xinglie sensed danger from her words. She could have easily used his lunge to avoid the rock, but if she did, Liu Wuge would be crushed to death by the heavy stone!

The body always reacts before thinking, and Feng Xinglie turned around and pounced back without hesitation, his face full of determination.

"No! Meiniang, you've gone mad!" Upon noticing Feng Xinglie's actions, Liu Wuge trembled and couldn't help but shout.

How could she be so impulsive! He was nothing but a sinner. Death was nothing to him; he would give anything for her life. But the falling boulder made him shudder; Feng Xinglie's charge was a death sentence!

"Meiniang, you can't die!" Liu Wuge screamed frantically in his heart. What right did his worthless life have to make her risk her life to save him?

Feng Xinglie ignored him, grabbed his arm, gritted his teeth, and quickly used his lower body strength to fly diagonally. With a hook of his ankle, he directly lifted Liu Wukan's feet off the ground. As his body tilted to the side, he shouted, "Hold on tight to me!"

She forcefully channeled her inner energy, remaining calm in the face of danger. Seeing that the boulder was already pressing down on her, she slammed her palm hard onto the boulder, and at the critical moment, she used the recoil to roll to the side!

A series of loud crashes mingled together, followed by a shower of falling rocks. Feng Xinglie and his companion, still shaken, scrambled to their feet and caught their breath.