1196 Peach Blossoms are in Full Bloom

mmits adultery, she is to be drowned! Absolutely no exceptions! Otherwise, the bloodline will be impure!" The elder's stern voice echoed, leaving no room for argument.Long Xiaoge's hands clenched and...Is this Mu Wanchen

The flowing clouds beside me obscured my sight, and within a veil of white mist, I saw the young boy and Luo Hu Xingjun look back.

"...Little Luo'er, don't speak." His voice transmitted from behind my back, echoing in my mind.

He covered my mouth, and all I could manage was a muffled "Mmm Mmm." His grip was incredibly strong; even when I reached up to grab his wrist, he didn't budge.

What is this for

I couldn't see his face, only feeling the back of my head hit against the mask.

The chilling wind gradually retreated as it reached the gates of the Ghost City, the black mist billowing from the mountain ravine slowly fading. The entire city vanished.

The mist around me also disappeared.

"...Where's the Ghost Town" the little boy gaped.

"The Ghost Realm has been merged with the Mirage by the Divine Shaman. If you enter, you probably won't be able to get out." Mu Wanchen's voice came from behind me.

He released my mouth.

"Speaking here, or getting too close and inhaling the cold miasma, will induce hallucinations," he explained.

But I don't want to hear these explanations.

He wouldn't let me follow him into the tomb and cut off all contact with me.

I don't want to hear anything right now.

"You, you—"

What are you Before I could even speak, a wave of anger choked me.

From the bottom of my heart, a bitter-sweet feeling. This is my first time experiencing something like this.

Resentment, heartache, anger, reluctance...

The knots in my heart were tangled, so much so that before I could even speak, the bitterness inside me had already welled up in my throat.

>

It seems like this could alleviate the bitterness in my heart, but I don't know what to say.

"This is the first time I've ever seen you cry like this." Mu Wanchen raised his hand, bent his fingers, and wiped my face.

The little boy whispered, “ … In this situation, shouldn’t we avoid it Lord Rahu”

Luo Hu Xingjun let out a cold snort, and there was no other sound around me.

Besides the sound of the wind, there was only the beating of my heart.

His, mine.

……

The wind whips up the clouds and mist, and Kun transforms into Peng.

The heartbeat went from intense to calm.

"Why aren't you talking" Mu Wanchen's voice came from above her head.

Deep, yet like a spring nestled upon jade.

His voice when he speaks to me is always so gentle, lowered a few degrees, sounding rich and soft, permeating my heart thread by thread.

"Don't want to talk" His voice held a hint of amusement. "The atmosphere here isn't good, I'll take you somewhere else..." He reached out and picked me up.

His divine eagle never left his side, in the blink of an eye it brought me to the top of a cliff.

Here, the terrain is rugged and barren, except for a giant peach tree that casts its shadow over everything. Underneath the tree, lush grass grows abundantly. As the wind blows, the flowers fall like rain.

Having my feet firmly planted on the ground finally calms the anxiety that has been hanging over me for so many days.

I took a deep breath, preparing a scathing indictment in my mind.

I must give him a good scolding.

Don't leave me.

You shouldn't go alone.

It's probably been only a few days, and maybe I'm being dramatic by crying like this, but... since we started dating, I haven't gone this long without seeing him.

"Mu Wanchen, I—"

I had rehearsed my retort, turned and took a deep breath, ready to unleash my anger in one go.

Who knew he would lower his head slightly, raising a hand to take off the mask.

Those obsidian eyes, twinkling like stars, and the dragon scale mark at the corners, resembling tear traces, left me speechless. I stared, my mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

His eyes held galaxies.

My nose was sore and scratchy, and tears blurred my vision.

What I wanted to say, he already knew.

"Little Luo'er... It's not that I don't want to take you with me, it's just that I can't." He walked in front of me, kneeling on one knee before me, taking my hand and gently touching my hand with his cheek.

"The Soul's Ruins, mortals who enter, must pay a price."

“Everyone who enters must pay a soul, and you, my wife, are carrying our child. Don't even speak of a soul; even if a finger or a strand of hair were to be harmed, I wouldn't bear it. How much more so would I hesitate to risk your life”

In the Realm of Desolation, the Shaman Kings reign supreme. Their subjects live in a veritable paradise, a utopia amongst mortals, yet...

Mu Wanchen frowned slightly.

"However..." I swallowed, my voice raspy.

Mu Wanchen shook his head. "Let me tell you later..."

Later

He got up and hugged me.

Mu Wanchen was actually a very restrained person.

Whether in body or mind, he always endured in silence.

I can't stand it, I'm angry.

I was seething with resentment, ready to unleash my fury. Before I could even utter a word of my prepared diatribe, he gave me a look that completely deflated me.

Does beauty mean being so domineering

"Humph." He suddenly chuckled softly beside my lips: "Little princess, your collar is torn."

The giant peach tree overhead, with its sprawling branches, suddenly moved, sending a shiver down my spine—there were just too many strange and unusual things here. Who knew if this ancient tree might have come to life!

But instead, I saw Mu Wanchen raise a playful smile, his eyes brimming as he looked at me.

He took a step back, one hand raised, a glow in his palm gradually dispersing.

This huge peach tree seemed to understand what he meant and drooped its branches, sheltering us partially beneath them!

Those petals were...tons falling!

I'm about to be buried!

"Haha..." Mu Wanchen laughed heartily.

He reached out and pulled me from the pile of petals, leaving a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

"A pink wedding dress... would look good too..." he murmured softly. I groaned softly, clutching Jiang Qiyun's fingers desperately, tears soaking my temples.For a moment, I was under the illusion that his hand was no longer icy cold, but radiated with scorching heat.S...