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Chapter 199 Red Platycodon flowers watered with blood [Xiaojiang Extra]
After that battle, the demon world only lost the demon king Yan Qingning, while the cultivation world suffered heavy losses, with only a few people left to hold on until the end of the thunder tribulation.
Perhaps because of the previous signs of becoming a demon, Shen Ke did not die in that lightning disaster, but instead became a demon cultivator because Yan Qingning abolished his cultivation.
Jiang Zhuo'an walked to his side with his sword in hand, staring silently at the embarrassed Shen Ke with his evil bloody eyes.
"Jiang Zhuo'an, you can't kill me!" Shen Ke saw him approaching and said sternly as if he was stimulated: "Your cultivation was taught by my father. If you kill me, you will repay kindness with hatred!"
"You are so rebellious!"
"I didn't intend to kill you." Jiang Zhuo'an raised the sword to his heart, and the movements of his hand were completely opposite to what he said.
Seeing his decisive actions, Shen Ke finally felt a little scared. He shrank back and his voice became shriller: "Jiang Zhuo'an, you promised my father that you wouldn't kill me!"
Jiang Zhuo'an looked at the demonic energy leaking out due to his excitement, lowered his eyes and put away his sword: "Shen Ke, this is the last time I will let you go."
"But a jealous person like you deserves to lose all the capital that makes you proud."
As he spoke, he crushed Shen Ke's Nascent Soul with his bare hands. Blood stained his hand and dripped down from his fingertips.
The pain of Yuanying being forcibly crushed made Shen Ke's face turn pale and he fainted here.
Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his eyes and looked at the green sprout growing out of the blood in his palm, and said in a hoarse voice: "Aning, I will take you home..."
-
He protected the new green plant and rushed to the Demon Realm alone, but met a stooped old man holding a lantern at the edge of the Demon Realm.
The old man's hair was gray, and his face was covered with marks left by the years. He raised his head and stared at Jiang Zhuo'an with his turbid black eyes, and his voice was full of vicissitudes that had been ravaged by time: "What are you doing here? "
Jiang Zhuo'an held the new green plant carefully, "I'll take him home."
The old man just glanced at the new green plant in his hand, shook his head and said, "Master Demon Lord can't come back anymore."
"His soul lamp was extinguished in that battle, and was completely extinguished in the flickering light of the fire."
Jiang Zhuo'an looked at the lamp he held in his hand, his throat dry and hoarse: "Is it possible for his soul to come back?"
The old man shook his head, holding the lamp and muttering to himself: "How can a person have a soul if his soul lamp is extinguished?"
"I can't come back... I can't come back a long time ago..."
Jiang Zhuo'an didn't know when the tears fell. He held the new green plant left by Yan Qingning in despair, and repeated the humble request again: "Aning, if I believe you won't die, can you return?"
The old man just raised his eyelids and glanced at him, without saying much, and continued walking on the edge of the devil's world holding the long-extinguished lamp.
Most of the children in their demon world don't know their way around. He has to walk around the edge of the demon world, lest the children don't know the way home when they come back...
Tears soaked the new green plant. It shook the tears off its body and began to sprout and grow slowly.
Jiang Zhuoan noticed this change, and the frustration in his scarlet eyes turned to joy. He carefully touched the new green bud and asked uncertainly: "Aning, is that you?"
The new bud was extremely fragile. It didn't want to pay attention to Jiang Zhuo'an's words at all. It just stretched its leaves and was bent by the wind from time to time.
Jiang Zhuoan was worried that the cold wind at the edge of the demon world would injure it, so he quickly set up a barrier to protect its fragile body.
The old man who had already walked away slowly walked up to him, stared at the sprouts dangling in his hand, and said to him: "I will take you to the devil world."
"After all, the person who is liked by Lord Demon Lord can be regarded as the Demon Queen of the Demon Realm."
Jiang Zhuoan raised his head and looked at the closed door of the demon world with a gloomy expression. He shook his head and rejected him: "I'm not worthy."
When the old man heard what he said, he didn't force him to ask anything. He just held the long-extinguished lamp and slowly continued walking towards the edge of the devil's world.
"It doesn't matter, you will come back eventually..."
-
As the old man said, Jiang Zhuoan is indeed back.
He held the declining green shoots in his hands, knelt humbly in front of the gate of the demon world, and pulled the corner of the old man's robe: "Please...save my Aning."
The old man looked down at the green bud that he had been carefully protecting, shook his head and said, "It is not Lord Demon."
"I know." Jiang Zhuo'an knelt down, his voice trembling: "I just want a thought..."
"Please, save it..."
The old man did not directly respond to his request. He stared at Jiang Zhuo'an for a long time and said in a confused manner: "Since the death of the Demon Lord, no one is willing to inherit the position of the Demon Lord in the Demon World. There have been several times when the group of dragons has no leader. And there’s cholera.”
His implication is obvious.
He hopes that Jiang Zhuo'an, who has fallen into the devil, can succeed as the Demon Lord and lead the demon world to the road of revival again.
Jiang Zhuoan was silent for a long time.
After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't deserve it."
He believed that what he did in the past was not worthy of the position Yan Qingning once held, and he was not worthy of staying in Yan Qingning's home.
A person like him should live in the wilderness with nowhere to go, carrying impossible thoughts, until death is the best ending for him...
The old man was not surprised by his answer. He glanced at the green buds that were carefully protected by Jiang Zhuoan and said: "As for flowers like platycodon, Lord Demon Lord should have a lot of them in his collection in the demon world." Record.”
"But the collection of books in the Demon Realm can only be seen by the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm."
His words had reached this point, and Jiang Zhuoan could not say any more words of rejection.
He stared at the green bud that he had carefully protected but was gradually withering. He lowered his head and said, "Okay, I agree to succeed the Demon Lord."
-
The news that Jiang Zhuoan was about to succeed the Demon Lord soon spread to the Demon World. Some people opposed, some questioned, and some rebuked...
Upon closer inspection, no one was willing to support his succession.
The old man opened the door to the demon world for him. As soon as he stepped into this place, the malice from the demons clearly appeared in front of him.
"Go back to your cultivation world. Our demon world does not need a sanctimonious hypocrite to succeed the demon king!"
"Why should we serve a man who killed our Demon Lord as our master?!"
"His succession is an insult to our Demon Lord!"
"Go back! We will not recognize your succession!"
……
Their malice was limited to verbal abuse. Even though they were dissatisfied with Jiang Zhuoan, no one took the initiative to attack him.
The old man who led Jiang Zhuo'an into the Demon Realm knocked the ground with his crutch, and in a deep voice explained to the angry Demon Realm crowd through the spread of demonic energy: "I know you have a lot of dissatisfaction with the new Demon Lord, but this is the previous Demon Lord. Your choice."
"The previous Demon Lord has passed away. Before his death, he set an order that his Demon Queen would succeed him as Demon Lord."
Jiang Zhuoan's hand holding the young bud trembled slightly, and he rejected the identity given to him by the old man over and over again in his heart.
he doesn't deserve...
He doesn't deserve to be standing side by side with that person...
When the angry demons around him saw what the old man said, they all fell silent.
But they still refused to recognize Jiang Zhuo'an's position as the Demon Lord. In line with the principle of "out of sight, out of mind", everyone who had gathered together dispersed.
Jiang Zhuoan lowered his head and thanked the old man: "Thank you very much."
The old man stroked his beard and his eyes became distant: "No need to thank me, this is just an order set by the previous Demon Lord."
Jiang Zhuo'an's eyes dimmed, making his already dark eyes darker.
The old man led him to the palace where Yan Qingning used to live, and said to him: "The Platycodon flower in the demon world has always been the basis for the emotional condensation of the demons. The sprouts born from blood naturally need to be watered with blood."
The old man did not give him time to thank him, but simply introduced him to him, and then held up the long-extinguished soul lamp and slowly turned it around the edge of the demon world.
Jiang Zhuo'an thanked him in a low voice, carefully held the bud that was already in decline, summoned the Xing Yan Sword with his other hand, and cut his wrist without hesitation.
Gurgling blood flowed down his fingertips, dripping little by little on the roots of the sprouts, dyeing the roots of the sprouts a strange blood red.
Maybe it got the nutrients it wanted. The sprouts swayed their leaves slightly, and the roots greedily absorbed Jiang Zhuo'an's blood dripping from the roots.
Jiang Zhuo'an's complexion turned pale due to excessive blood loss, but he didn't care. Instead, he was happy because the sprouts were back to life.
His dark eyes flashed slightly, and large tears rolled down uncontrollably.
His eyes were sore and his voice was hoarse: "Aning, you have to live and don't love me..."
He still remembered what Yan Qingning said before, he would rather have Yan Qingning not love him, but also want Yan Qingning to survive.
-
The recent situation in the world of cultivation is not optimistic. Shen Ke, the head of Tianshu Sect, was disabled and became a cripple. Jiang Zhuoan, the Immortal Lord of Heng'an, fled to the demon world and disappeared without a trace. Most of the elites were lost in the battle with Yan Qingning...
Jiang Zhuo'an was hiding in the crowd wearing a wide curtain hat, listening to them talking about the world of cultivation as a topic of conversation after dinner, and listening to them talking about the current situation of the world of cultivation in a teasing tone.
Today's human world no longer admires the world of cultivation as much as it did before, and despises the world of demons.
Because of Jiang Zhuoan's actions, they changed their views on the world of cultivation and the world of demons, and even began to laugh at the misfortune of the world of cultivation.
Jiang Zhuo'an didn't care about the opinions of the common people. He asked for a few jars of sake from the wine shop, avoided the crowd, and took the seedling that he had been protecting with his remaining pure spiritual power.
This seedling has grown a lot recently, and even the leaves have become much thicker. They are raised proudly, which always reminds Jiang Zhuo'an of that person's arrogant and wanton look.
He found a quiet place, carefully touched the leaves of the young plant with his fingertips, and asked the young plant like a madman: "Aning, if I am drunk, is it possible to meet you in my dream?" ?”
"I'm not greedy, just take a look..."
How could the young plant without intelligence understand his heavy sadness? It was just slightly swaying its leaves when blown by the wind, as if responding to Jiang Zhuo'an's words.
Jiang Zhuo'an smiled bitterly, opened the seal of the wine jar, and poured the spicy wine into his mouth.
But before he could take a few more sips, the wine jar in his hand was shattered by a green vine.
Qingteng looked at Jiang Zhuo'an who was so decadent, frowned slightly, knelt down in front of him and saluted: "Master Immortal, you shouldn't be so decadent."
Jiang Zhuo'an narrowed his eyes slightly, not sure if he heard what he said.
For a long time, he looked at Ivy and said: "I am no longer an immortal..."
Hua Qiao, who followed Qing Teng, saw the two of them in this posture again, and quickly grabbed Qing Teng, who looked unhappy: "Master Xianzun, he is drinking to drown his sorrows, you have to come over and mix it up." ?!”
Qingteng couldn't get rid of her, and said in a deep voice to Jiang Zhuo'an who was lying on the ground: "Master Xianzun, we can no longer pursue the past. Please don't indulge in sadness too much..."
Jiang Zhuoan ignored him and cut his wrist and bled it to water the platycodon seedling.
Seeing him like this, Qing Teng and Hua Qiao fell silent.
It's not like they didn't persuade Jiang Zhuo'an, but watering the platycodon seedlings with blood has become Jiang Zhuo'an's obsession.
If he loses even this seedling, he may not even be able to find a reason to live in this world...
Perhaps it was because the seedling was gradually growing up and absorbing a lot more blood than before. It shook its branches and leaves as if to show off the blood absorbed in the veins of the leaves.
Jiang Zhuo'an lovingly rubbed the edge of its leaves with his fingertips, and the seedling seemed to be encouraged, and gradually formed a bud the size of a fingernail.
"It should bloom soon..."
Hua Qiao watched him immersed in his own world, with tears in his eyes unconsciously: "Qingteng, let's go and guard outside, don't disturb Lord Immortal...
Qingteng wanted to refuse, but the tears gathering in Hua Qiao's eyes made him choose to compromise.
He nodded and said, "Okay."
With the departure of Qing Teng and Hua Qiao, the place became peaceful again.
Jiang Zhuo'an maintained the bloodletting action, and used his other hand to use demonic energy to bring the wine jar next to him. He opened the seal of the wine jar with one hand and poured the spicy wine into his mouth again.
The strong liquor enters the throat and burns like fire.
Tears welled up at the end of his eyes, and the salty tears flowed all the way to his mouth, mixing with the spicy wine, making it bitter and unbearable.
The platycodon flower that had just sprouted seemed to sense his bad mood and rubbed his fingertips affectionately. The buds gradually grew larger and brighter red as the blood poured into it.
Jiang Zhuo'an was not someone who could never get drunk after a thousand cups of wine, but after half a jar of wine, his vision began to become blurry.
In his dim vision, he did not see Yan Qingning's figure. Only the platycodon flower in his hand was nourished by his blood and slowly bloomed into bright red flowers.
Jiang Zhuo'an smiled bitterly, with tears silently flowing from the end of his eyes.
He lay beside the platycodon flower and said hoarsely: "Aning, don't love me anymore..."
"I do not deserve……"
Perhaps because of the previous signs of becoming a demon, Shen Ke did not die in that lightning disaster, but instead became a demon cultivator because Yan Qingning abolished his cultivation.
Jiang Zhuo'an walked to his side with his sword in hand, staring silently at the embarrassed Shen Ke with his evil bloody eyes.
"Jiang Zhuo'an, you can't kill me!" Shen Ke saw him approaching and said sternly as if he was stimulated: "Your cultivation was taught by my father. If you kill me, you will repay kindness with hatred!"
"You are so rebellious!"
"I didn't intend to kill you." Jiang Zhuo'an raised the sword to his heart, and the movements of his hand were completely opposite to what he said.
Seeing his decisive actions, Shen Ke finally felt a little scared. He shrank back and his voice became shriller: "Jiang Zhuo'an, you promised my father that you wouldn't kill me!"
Jiang Zhuo'an looked at the demonic energy leaking out due to his excitement, lowered his eyes and put away his sword: "Shen Ke, this is the last time I will let you go."
"But a jealous person like you deserves to lose all the capital that makes you proud."
As he spoke, he crushed Shen Ke's Nascent Soul with his bare hands. Blood stained his hand and dripped down from his fingertips.
The pain of Yuanying being forcibly crushed made Shen Ke's face turn pale and he fainted here.
Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his eyes and looked at the green sprout growing out of the blood in his palm, and said in a hoarse voice: "Aning, I will take you home..."
-
He protected the new green plant and rushed to the Demon Realm alone, but met a stooped old man holding a lantern at the edge of the Demon Realm.
The old man's hair was gray, and his face was covered with marks left by the years. He raised his head and stared at Jiang Zhuo'an with his turbid black eyes, and his voice was full of vicissitudes that had been ravaged by time: "What are you doing here? "
Jiang Zhuo'an held the new green plant carefully, "I'll take him home."
The old man just glanced at the new green plant in his hand, shook his head and said, "Master Demon Lord can't come back anymore."
"His soul lamp was extinguished in that battle, and was completely extinguished in the flickering light of the fire."
Jiang Zhuo'an looked at the lamp he held in his hand, his throat dry and hoarse: "Is it possible for his soul to come back?"
The old man shook his head, holding the lamp and muttering to himself: "How can a person have a soul if his soul lamp is extinguished?"
"I can't come back... I can't come back a long time ago..."
Jiang Zhuo'an didn't know when the tears fell. He held the new green plant left by Yan Qingning in despair, and repeated the humble request again: "Aning, if I believe you won't die, can you return?"
The old man just raised his eyelids and glanced at him, without saying much, and continued walking on the edge of the devil's world holding the long-extinguished lamp.
Most of the children in their demon world don't know their way around. He has to walk around the edge of the demon world, lest the children don't know the way home when they come back...
Tears soaked the new green plant. It shook the tears off its body and began to sprout and grow slowly.
Jiang Zhuoan noticed this change, and the frustration in his scarlet eyes turned to joy. He carefully touched the new green bud and asked uncertainly: "Aning, is that you?"
The new bud was extremely fragile. It didn't want to pay attention to Jiang Zhuo'an's words at all. It just stretched its leaves and was bent by the wind from time to time.
Jiang Zhuoan was worried that the cold wind at the edge of the demon world would injure it, so he quickly set up a barrier to protect its fragile body.
The old man who had already walked away slowly walked up to him, stared at the sprouts dangling in his hand, and said to him: "I will take you to the devil world."
"After all, the person who is liked by Lord Demon Lord can be regarded as the Demon Queen of the Demon Realm."
Jiang Zhuoan raised his head and looked at the closed door of the demon world with a gloomy expression. He shook his head and rejected him: "I'm not worthy."
When the old man heard what he said, he didn't force him to ask anything. He just held the long-extinguished lamp and slowly continued walking towards the edge of the devil's world.
"It doesn't matter, you will come back eventually..."
-
As the old man said, Jiang Zhuoan is indeed back.
He held the declining green shoots in his hands, knelt humbly in front of the gate of the demon world, and pulled the corner of the old man's robe: "Please...save my Aning."
The old man looked down at the green bud that he had been carefully protecting, shook his head and said, "It is not Lord Demon."
"I know." Jiang Zhuo'an knelt down, his voice trembling: "I just want a thought..."
"Please, save it..."
The old man did not directly respond to his request. He stared at Jiang Zhuo'an for a long time and said in a confused manner: "Since the death of the Demon Lord, no one is willing to inherit the position of the Demon Lord in the Demon World. There have been several times when the group of dragons has no leader. And there’s cholera.”
His implication is obvious.
He hopes that Jiang Zhuo'an, who has fallen into the devil, can succeed as the Demon Lord and lead the demon world to the road of revival again.
Jiang Zhuoan was silent for a long time.
After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't deserve it."
He believed that what he did in the past was not worthy of the position Yan Qingning once held, and he was not worthy of staying in Yan Qingning's home.
A person like him should live in the wilderness with nowhere to go, carrying impossible thoughts, until death is the best ending for him...
The old man was not surprised by his answer. He glanced at the green buds that were carefully protected by Jiang Zhuoan and said: "As for flowers like platycodon, Lord Demon Lord should have a lot of them in his collection in the demon world." Record.”
"But the collection of books in the Demon Realm can only be seen by the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm."
His words had reached this point, and Jiang Zhuoan could not say any more words of rejection.
He stared at the green bud that he had carefully protected but was gradually withering. He lowered his head and said, "Okay, I agree to succeed the Demon Lord."
-
The news that Jiang Zhuoan was about to succeed the Demon Lord soon spread to the Demon World. Some people opposed, some questioned, and some rebuked...
Upon closer inspection, no one was willing to support his succession.
The old man opened the door to the demon world for him. As soon as he stepped into this place, the malice from the demons clearly appeared in front of him.
"Go back to your cultivation world. Our demon world does not need a sanctimonious hypocrite to succeed the demon king!"
"Why should we serve a man who killed our Demon Lord as our master?!"
"His succession is an insult to our Demon Lord!"
"Go back! We will not recognize your succession!"
……
Their malice was limited to verbal abuse. Even though they were dissatisfied with Jiang Zhuoan, no one took the initiative to attack him.
The old man who led Jiang Zhuo'an into the Demon Realm knocked the ground with his crutch, and in a deep voice explained to the angry Demon Realm crowd through the spread of demonic energy: "I know you have a lot of dissatisfaction with the new Demon Lord, but this is the previous Demon Lord. Your choice."
"The previous Demon Lord has passed away. Before his death, he set an order that his Demon Queen would succeed him as Demon Lord."
Jiang Zhuoan's hand holding the young bud trembled slightly, and he rejected the identity given to him by the old man over and over again in his heart.
he doesn't deserve...
He doesn't deserve to be standing side by side with that person...
When the angry demons around him saw what the old man said, they all fell silent.
But they still refused to recognize Jiang Zhuo'an's position as the Demon Lord. In line with the principle of "out of sight, out of mind", everyone who had gathered together dispersed.
Jiang Zhuoan lowered his head and thanked the old man: "Thank you very much."
The old man stroked his beard and his eyes became distant: "No need to thank me, this is just an order set by the previous Demon Lord."
Jiang Zhuo'an's eyes dimmed, making his already dark eyes darker.
The old man led him to the palace where Yan Qingning used to live, and said to him: "The Platycodon flower in the demon world has always been the basis for the emotional condensation of the demons. The sprouts born from blood naturally need to be watered with blood."
The old man did not give him time to thank him, but simply introduced him to him, and then held up the long-extinguished soul lamp and slowly turned it around the edge of the demon world.
Jiang Zhuo'an thanked him in a low voice, carefully held the bud that was already in decline, summoned the Xing Yan Sword with his other hand, and cut his wrist without hesitation.
Gurgling blood flowed down his fingertips, dripping little by little on the roots of the sprouts, dyeing the roots of the sprouts a strange blood red.
Maybe it got the nutrients it wanted. The sprouts swayed their leaves slightly, and the roots greedily absorbed Jiang Zhuo'an's blood dripping from the roots.
Jiang Zhuo'an's complexion turned pale due to excessive blood loss, but he didn't care. Instead, he was happy because the sprouts were back to life.
His dark eyes flashed slightly, and large tears rolled down uncontrollably.
His eyes were sore and his voice was hoarse: "Aning, you have to live and don't love me..."
He still remembered what Yan Qingning said before, he would rather have Yan Qingning not love him, but also want Yan Qingning to survive.
-
The recent situation in the world of cultivation is not optimistic. Shen Ke, the head of Tianshu Sect, was disabled and became a cripple. Jiang Zhuoan, the Immortal Lord of Heng'an, fled to the demon world and disappeared without a trace. Most of the elites were lost in the battle with Yan Qingning...
Jiang Zhuo'an was hiding in the crowd wearing a wide curtain hat, listening to them talking about the world of cultivation as a topic of conversation after dinner, and listening to them talking about the current situation of the world of cultivation in a teasing tone.
Today's human world no longer admires the world of cultivation as much as it did before, and despises the world of demons.
Because of Jiang Zhuoan's actions, they changed their views on the world of cultivation and the world of demons, and even began to laugh at the misfortune of the world of cultivation.
Jiang Zhuo'an didn't care about the opinions of the common people. He asked for a few jars of sake from the wine shop, avoided the crowd, and took the seedling that he had been protecting with his remaining pure spiritual power.
This seedling has grown a lot recently, and even the leaves have become much thicker. They are raised proudly, which always reminds Jiang Zhuo'an of that person's arrogant and wanton look.
He found a quiet place, carefully touched the leaves of the young plant with his fingertips, and asked the young plant like a madman: "Aning, if I am drunk, is it possible to meet you in my dream?" ?”
"I'm not greedy, just take a look..."
How could the young plant without intelligence understand his heavy sadness? It was just slightly swaying its leaves when blown by the wind, as if responding to Jiang Zhuo'an's words.
Jiang Zhuo'an smiled bitterly, opened the seal of the wine jar, and poured the spicy wine into his mouth.
But before he could take a few more sips, the wine jar in his hand was shattered by a green vine.
Qingteng looked at Jiang Zhuo'an who was so decadent, frowned slightly, knelt down in front of him and saluted: "Master Immortal, you shouldn't be so decadent."
Jiang Zhuo'an narrowed his eyes slightly, not sure if he heard what he said.
For a long time, he looked at Ivy and said: "I am no longer an immortal..."
Hua Qiao, who followed Qing Teng, saw the two of them in this posture again, and quickly grabbed Qing Teng, who looked unhappy: "Master Xianzun, he is drinking to drown his sorrows, you have to come over and mix it up." ?!”
Qingteng couldn't get rid of her, and said in a deep voice to Jiang Zhuo'an who was lying on the ground: "Master Xianzun, we can no longer pursue the past. Please don't indulge in sadness too much..."
Jiang Zhuoan ignored him and cut his wrist and bled it to water the platycodon seedling.
Seeing him like this, Qing Teng and Hua Qiao fell silent.
It's not like they didn't persuade Jiang Zhuo'an, but watering the platycodon seedlings with blood has become Jiang Zhuo'an's obsession.
If he loses even this seedling, he may not even be able to find a reason to live in this world...
Perhaps it was because the seedling was gradually growing up and absorbing a lot more blood than before. It shook its branches and leaves as if to show off the blood absorbed in the veins of the leaves.
Jiang Zhuo'an lovingly rubbed the edge of its leaves with his fingertips, and the seedling seemed to be encouraged, and gradually formed a bud the size of a fingernail.
"It should bloom soon..."
Hua Qiao watched him immersed in his own world, with tears in his eyes unconsciously: "Qingteng, let's go and guard outside, don't disturb Lord Immortal...
Qingteng wanted to refuse, but the tears gathering in Hua Qiao's eyes made him choose to compromise.
He nodded and said, "Okay."
With the departure of Qing Teng and Hua Qiao, the place became peaceful again.
Jiang Zhuo'an maintained the bloodletting action, and used his other hand to use demonic energy to bring the wine jar next to him. He opened the seal of the wine jar with one hand and poured the spicy wine into his mouth again.
The strong liquor enters the throat and burns like fire.
Tears welled up at the end of his eyes, and the salty tears flowed all the way to his mouth, mixing with the spicy wine, making it bitter and unbearable.
The platycodon flower that had just sprouted seemed to sense his bad mood and rubbed his fingertips affectionately. The buds gradually grew larger and brighter red as the blood poured into it.
Jiang Zhuo'an was not someone who could never get drunk after a thousand cups of wine, but after half a jar of wine, his vision began to become blurry.
In his dim vision, he did not see Yan Qingning's figure. Only the platycodon flower in his hand was nourished by his blood and slowly bloomed into bright red flowers.
Jiang Zhuo'an smiled bitterly, with tears silently flowing from the end of his eyes.
He lay beside the platycodon flower and said hoarsely: "Aning, don't love me anymore..."
"I do not deserve……"
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