1095 By The Lake II (2/2)

Sangsang looked above at him and said, ”Interesting.”

”Interesting what?”

”That was not interesting.”

”Fine. I mean … if you have to watch, can you at least be sensational?”

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When they woke up the following morning, Ning Que felt upset. It was because he found that Sangsang was acting weird. It seemed like she was preparing for a farewell even though they had just found each other. Why should she be leaving again?

His mind wandered back and forth and could not find an answer. He felt increasingly worried and vigilant while looking at the grass revitalized by the spring approaching from the other side of the lake yesterday and frozen by the chilling wind again over the night.

What happened next provided an explanation. But instead of feeling relieved he felt even more worried. Because Sangsang was about to give birth.

He was experienced in many matters, but not something like this. Sangsang used to know all and be almighty. But she was also ignorant about this.

It was very quiet inside the cottage. Sangsang held her swollen belly and felt the movements inside. Her fine eyebrows were furrowed and her face was pale. The labor pain was yet to come, but approaching.

Giving birth was a laborious matter. But what troubled them more was that Sangsang's mind was disturbed by the labor and could barely shield her world any longer. There were vague cracks in the air outside. Ning Que knew they were cracks on her world.

If she could downsize or get rid of some objects inside her world, Sangsang could probably be able to hold a bit longer.

Ning Que stared at the indistinct cracks outside the window and finally realized why he felt upset by the sense of farewell in the morning. After a moment of silence, he led the big black horse out of the wooden cottage.

There were no cracking sound when they entered the real world. He just felt some chilling wind coming from the chilling lake. When he looked back, there was no path or cottage behind.

He decided to leave, to leave the chilling lake, the further away from her the better. Now he understood Long Qing's words before their last fight. It was not necessarily good for her if he found her.

When he was about to leave, another person arrived.

That person was back to the lake.

”Where is she?” the Abbey Dean looked at him and asked calmly. He was not in a hurry or irritated, as if everything was simply under his control, just like the water plants could only stay in the water, the reflections could only be seen on the lake and the Heaven's will could only be well understood by him.

Ning Que did not answer. Instead he pulled out his iron blade and chopped toward the other side of the lake.

He chopped thousands times in a blink.

The edge of the blade created countless scattered shadows. Every shadow was a stroke. And every two strokes formed a character. He used his iron blade to write thousands of characters by the chilling lake in a split second.

They were thousands of Yi Talismans.

Colors drained from his face. And the psyche inside his ocean of consciousness was exhausted.

Countless sharp talisman intents enveloped the chilling lake.

Some newly grown grass by the Abbey Dean's feet was smashed silently.

The cold trees by the chilling lake were chopped into pieces silently.

It was a beautiful scene by the chilling lake.

Ning Que cut the scene into countless pieces.

Being a part of the scene, how could the Abbey Dean remain safe and sound?

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