What should he do, what can he do.
How should he explain to Yingying.
A thousand years ago, although there was talk of irreconcilability between the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm, there was no deep-seated hatred, and the reputation and actions of the Demon Realm weren’t so bad as to be cursed behind their backs.
But now, the Demon Realm has been made truly heinous by Zuo Yan, doing all kinds of evil.
Zuo Yan must be doing it on purpose.
As it stands, he can only hope that Zuo Yan still does not know who Jun Moyan is.
Otherwise, if he makes a move on Jun Moyan, then he will never be able to return to the Demon Realm and never be Demon Lord again.
"Go find Zuo Yan, and tell him to meet me at eight o’clock tonight at Muqi Mountain."
"Master, do you really want to meet him now?"
"If you dare say another word, I’ll beat you back to your original form."
"Miss Wen, you should take a rest, you don’t look well."
Qing Yi looked at Wen Xiao’ai, who had been crouching by the bedside for hours, wiping her tears from time to time, the corners of her eyes almost raw from wiping.
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Tears welled in Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes as she looked at the still comatose Jun Moyan on the bed, with no mind to respond to Qing Yi.
Seeing that Wen Xiao’ai didn’t react, Shangguan Yu went downstairs to bring up breakfast.
"Eat something, stop worrying so much, this kid has a big life, he won’t die that easily, but you, if you exhaust yourself, he’ll be heartbroken when he wakes up."
Shangguan Yu comforted Wen Xiao’ai with his words, though he was also worried sick himself.
Qing Yi made several calls to Bai Yi to inquire about the progress with the drunkard, but Bai Yi kept saying he was working on it, working on it...
"Qing Yi, go downstairs and eat something, I’ll watch him." Shangguan Yu said to Qing Yi.
Qing Yi shook her head. "I’m not hungry."
There was no appetite.
Shangguan Yu sighed, said nothing more, and quietly sat aside, continuing to wait for news from the drunkard.
The room fell into silence once more.
"Jun Moyan... my eyes hurt, if you don’t wake up, my eyes will cry themselves bad."
Wen Xiao’ai pouted, looking at Jun Moyan, choking back her tears and speaking her grievance.
Hearing this, Shangguan Yu and Qing Yi also felt uncomfortable.
"If my eyes go bad, I won’t be able to see you anymore..."
Jun Moyan found himself in a land of chaos, surrounded by darkness, but not the kind of darkness where you can’t see your hand in front of you, rather a misty, dim kind of black.
It was clear yet vague.
A voice full of grievance and pitifulness echoed deeply in his mind, pounding at his heart.
Jun Moyan could hear all the sounds from the outside world, yet he couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t get up, and couldn’t respond to her.
The fearful sobbing of Wen Xiao’ai made his heart ache continuously.
Far more tormenting than the wounds on his body.
Her words "Jun Moyan, my eyes hurt" drove him to madness.
He wanted to open his eyes, he wanted to get up, he wanted to hug her, wipe her tears, and comfort her, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t break free, couldn’t escape the darkness here.
He seemed to feel his life slipping away bit by bit.
He was scared, scared that he would truly die , truly leave her behind just like that.
Even if there really was a Netherworld in this world and he could go there after death, and Xiaoguai could find him, he was unwilling to end this life just .
Because he didn’t know if, after becoming a ghost, he would still be able to hold her...
He didn’t want Xiaoguai to only see him in that pitch-black place in the future.
He didn’t expect anything for the next life, he just wanted to wake up now, not let her be sad, not let her cry.