AWB Chapter 20 has a cow! Oh, it's a knife. What, a knife!
Chapter 20 has a cow! Oh, it's a knife. What, a knife!
The position of person in charge of the Great Evolution Qiong Guan Formation is vacant for some reason, but with Fu Xuan personally in charge of the formation, it is not affected at all.
The light from the Qiong Guan Formation rippled like water, enveloping the three people on the Yao Qing Immortal Boat.
Feixiao stood ramrod straight, her eyes gleaming with curiosity—she had been told that this deduction might reveal her "death," which only fueled her interest.
Jiaoqiu, standing beside him, remained calm, though the slight tightening of his fingers betrayed a hint of his inner turmoil. Maize, meanwhile, instinctively took a half-step forward, as if ready to shield the general at any moment.
The light and shadow within the formation coalesced, and the image gradually became clear—
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In the quiet room filled with the aroma of herbs, Jiao Qiu was slowly simmering some unknown medicine.
He looked into the room, his brows furrowed slightly.
"General, your pulse is more rapid today than yesterday."
His voice was gentle, yet carried the solemnity characteristic of a doctor.
【Feixiao】: Judging from Jiaoqiu's appearance, I'll still be alive and well in the future.
"The erosion of 'nothingness' has deepened further. Are you really not considering...?"
"Not considering it."
The person sitting on the couch turned around—it wasn't Feixiao, but Qingyuan.
[Feixiao]: Okay, I miscalculated.
Her face was somewhat pale, and there was a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead.
Moze stood silently by the door, like a guardian shadow.
Jiaoqiu sighed, poured the medicine into a bowl, and continued preparing it: "Suppressing it like this is not a long-term solution."
"I know." Qingyuan smiled, a smile that was somewhat tired, yet still bright.
"Speaking of which, I also had a doctor who took care of me personally."
"You mean... that dragon maiden who carries medicine, the mastermind behind the second Moon-Drinking Rebellion, Lady Bailu?"
"Exactly." A warm, nostalgic look appeared in Qingyuan's eyes.
"At that time, in order to build a defensive array, I secretly came into contact with the power of the plague, and my body was constantly on the verge of becoming a monster."
It was all thanks to Xiaobailu's repeated use of potent medicine to pull me back from the brink of disaster—her prescriptions often involved highly toxic substances to wear me down, and honestly, it hurt so much.
She paused, a hint of bitterness creeping into her smile: "She would always be scolding me for doing things recklessly while staying up all night adjusting the prescriptions."
Once, I had a high fever and was unconscious for three days. When I woke up, I saw her asleep by the medicine stove, her dragon tail covered in ash.
The room was quiet for a moment.
Then, Qingyuan smiled and continued, "As for the title of culprit, she actually just resurrected me."
But what can she do when even the Vidyadhara egg is gone?
Why not shift all the blame onto her, thus making yourself an accomplice?
Qingyuan suddenly raised her eyes and looked straight at Jiaoqiu—at the same time, it seemed as if she could see through Jiaoqiu the real Jiaoqiu who was watching from outside the formation.
Her voice was soft, yet it was like a pebble dropped into a deep pool:
"Don't you guys think that I actually harmed your general?"
Jiaoqiu was taken aback.
"For her, dying on the battlefield would have been an honor."
Qingyuan continued, her tone tinged with a hint of self-reproach and sadness: "But on that day, I used the complete version of the Dragon Transformation Technique to save her."
What seemed like a rescue actually pushed her into an even deeper abyss.
"The entanglement between Chi Yue and her is too deep; I cannot separate them, I cannot untangle it. I can only watch helplessly as she is consumed by Long Kuang day by day."
She stood up and walked to the window.
Outside the window is the ever-bright biomimetic sky of Luofu Fairy Boat, with drifting clouds.
"Sometimes I think..." Qingyuan said, her back to them, her voice ethereal, "Was it really her wish to live in this world in such a painful state?"
Or perhaps it is simply because of their inherent duty that they are compelled to remain in this world.
Moze suddenly looked up, his lips moved, but no sound came out.
[Jiaoqiu]: Lord Feixiao, what do you say?
After a long silence, Jiaoqiu slowly said, "The general... never regretted being resurrected."
She once said that every extra day she lived was a blood debt she had to repay to the evildoers.
Moreover, given the circumstances at the time, if she hadn't been resurrected, Yao Qing would probably already be...
Qingyuan didn't turn around, but only sighed, her voice filled with melancholy and sorrow.
"What were your feelings when you went to see her reincarnation? I know you will not forget that day."
So, Maize, when will I finally find my own liberation?
Then, the scene changes.
Outside the window is an endless starry sky, and in the distance, a fragmented meteorite belt drifts slowly by.
Fei Xiao, dressed in a neat general's uniform, sat on the command platform.
The crimson light in her eyes flashed more and more frequently, and the traces of dragon scales were faintly visible on the back of her hand that gripped the armrest.
"The time has come." Fei Xiao spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, yet carrying an undeniable tone of command, "Mo Ze, make your move!"
Moze suddenly looked up, his eyes red-rimmed: "General! We can still..."
"That's an order."
Feixiao interrupted him, his eyes as sharp as ever, "I will never allow myself to become a mindless monster who harms my comrades."
I just didn't expect it to erupt so suddenly today. Thank you for your help...
With trembling hands, Moze produced a dagger, imbued with black power and coated with a specially made poison.
The sound of the blade piercing flesh was so faint it was almost inaudible.
This assassination was unexpectedly simple and successful.
Fei Xiao's body trembled slightly, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
But the smile on her face was utterly calm, even carrying a hint of relief. The crimson light in her eyes had finally been extinguished completely.
She fell backward, but was held tightly by Makze.
Jiaoqiu closed her eyes and turned her head away.
Qingyuan stood there, watching this scene, her face expressionless.
But her hands, hanging by her sides, had nails digging deep into her palms, and drops of blood dripped from between her fingers, hitting the ground and causing the flowers and plants to grow wildly.
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A thorough look inside the formation - now
The image disappeared.
The formation was deathly silent.
Fei Xiao stroked his chin and commented, "Hmm... why wasn't he killed in battle, but..."
"Moze, you've fulfilled your long-cherished wish."
Moze's face was deathly pale, and he was still immersed in the scene he had just witnessed, his body trembling slightly.
After all, the Qiong Guan Zhen system will put the corresponding character into the corresponding perspective.
"No wonder she and the Dragon Lord were so close." Fu Xuan thought to himself, "So there was this connection between them."
"Perfect, let's also have the Dragon Lord try to deduce it. We should have done that last time when we deduced that light cone..."