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Chapter 113 Nuwa's Sorrow, Believing in the Story
Chapter 113 Nuwa's Sorrow, Believing in the Story
Nuwa gracefully landed, looked at Lingxiao, smiled slightly, and said, "Who do we have here? It's an old friend."
Ling Xiao looked at her and asked, "Yes, it's been so many years, how come you're still alive?"
This guy is worthless and can be plundered.
Of course, I'll say whatever I want.
The grudge he seeks to reap is probably someone else entirely.
Nuwa: "..."
Your mouth is truly sharp.
but.
This person is indeed capable of harming others, yet he doesn't seem to have the strength to get beaten up.
They gave the Three Pure Ones a good beating back then, and then disappeared without a trace.
Now that he has reappeared, will the vast wilderness be stirred up again because of him?
"Back then, although we had some conflicts due to the competition for spiritual treasures, so many years have passed, and I no longer care about it. Fellow Daoist, I don't know why you still have such a big opinion about me."
Nuwa and Lingxiao stood side by side, gazing at the vast ocean before them, their voices tinged with a hint of grievance.
Ling Xiao remained silent.
In the original primordial world, the demons of the Heavenly Court mobilized and slaughtered the human race.
Human souls, fused into weapons, can pierce the flesh of witches!
that day.
Among the human race, wails of agony filled the land.
The laughter of the great demons mingled with the pleas of the elderly and weak among the human race.
Countless humans were brutally murdered.
That was a catastrophe for humanity!
Trillions of lives lost, with tens of billions killed.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood cannot describe it.
In the ancestral land of humanity, the three human races knelt and wept blood, bowing before the statues of Nuwa and Laozi.
In the hope that these two saints would simply wave their sleeves and save her people and her believers.
but.
Two statues, only coldness remains.
Even if it's just one offering a day.
What they were reluctant to eat themselves, they offered first to the holy ones.
Those who are reluctant to drink it are first offered to the holy ones.
After children are old enough to understand, they should kneel before the sacred beings first, and then before their parents.
Even if it takes a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, we will worship day and night.
However, the burning hearts of humanity could not awaken the sacred beings high above.
That night, amidst the splattering of blood, only mournful songs danced with it.
Even if Ling Xiao were to reincarnate a thousand times, even if he were to become a stone, his heart would still belong to the human race!
He lives up to the title of "Descendants of Yan and Huang, Chinese People".
Nuwa became a saint by creating the human race, and for thousands of generations, until the end of the universe, she could always enjoy 40% of the human race's fortune.
However, when humanity was in peril, they stood idly by.
This has led to the perception of the Holy Mother as so cold and ruthless in the eyes of hundreds of millions of people.
Isn't this a betrayal of one's own people?
That traitor!
It's an insult to the magnificent image of Nuwa mending the sky in my heart.
Ling Xiao was furious at the thought, turned around and swung his arm, slapping Nuwa across the face.
"You still have the nerve to say that? Try to wrong another one and see what happens."
Nuwa felt dizzy and disoriented, her vision blurred, then she shook her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
"Why...why did you hit me?"
She covered her face with one hand, staring at Ling Xiao in disbelief. Then, her eyes filled with rage, and she said, "I'll fight you to the death!"
Nuwa offered up a red embroidered ball and threw it at Lingxiao.
Ling Xiao grabbed him.
"Give it back!" Nuwa cried out anxiously. How could he have taken her magic weapon so soon after she used it?
Ling Xiao said, "You're wrong."
Nuwa was surprised, then gritted her teeth and said, "I...I won't tell!"
Ling Xiao bounced the red embroidered ball and the marble on the ground, playing with them as he walked forward.
Nuwa, helpless, said, "I was wrong! I was wrong!! I know I was wrong!!"
Her voice grew louder and louder, filled with resentment.
Ling Xiao turned around and asked with a smile, "What did you do wrong?"
Upon hearing this, Nuwa burst into tears and began to sob aggrievedly.
"You're bullying me!"
"I, Nuwa, am a weak woman, and you are a grown man. Why are you bullying me? Waaah..."
She covered her face and eyes with both hands, sobbing, her eyes peering through her fingers as she tried to discern Ling Xiao's expression.
Ling Xiao was speechless for a moment as he listened to her fake crying.
Come and see!
There's a foolish woman here who actually dares to dream of becoming a teacher of the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion!
So, Ling Xiao began to play the role.
The actors immediately got into character!
Even without lighting, without close-ups...
He seemed to possess the spirit of all the Oscar-winning actors.
Ling Xiao's expression was full of guilt as he held the red embroidered ball in his hands, his body trembling.
I wanted to go forward, but I hesitated.
He wanted to speak, but hesitated to say anything.
The hint of guilt in his eyes pierced the desolate night and flowed into Nuwa's heart like a hot spring.
Nuwa, who was sobbing with her eyes covered, was overjoyed, thinking to herself, "This kid! I really can't use force on him!"
She felt as if she had found the key to interpersonal communication.
It seems that women shouldn't be cold; they should show weakness when necessary, and in the end, they can reap the rewards.
Nuwa was thrilled.
Having been bullied by Ling Xiao several times, she was determined to teach him a lesson this time.
At this moment, Ling Xiao returned the red embroidered ball to Nuwa and said, "Don't cry anymore, I shouldn't have hit you."
Nuwa took the red embroidered ball, wiped the tears from her face, and looked up again, wailing loudly.
Ling Xiao sat on the beach, gazing at the boundless sea, and said wistfully, "Do you know why I hit you?"
"Let me tell you my story. I am a cat demon. When I was a child, I was often bullied by powerful beings."
"Just a hundred years after I took human form, my father was killed by his enemies."
"My enemies came to my house in a dark mass. My mother died under their swords while protecting me."
"I don't know who my enemy is, but I remember she had a face that could launch a thousand ships."
Ling Xiao spoke in a hoarse voice, accompanied by the sound of waves crashing against the shore. In the quiet night, only his words remained in Nuwa's ears.
Nuwa looked at the young man who was sitting alone, hugging his knees and gazing at the sea. A pang of inexplicable pain shot through her heart. She said, "I...I forgive you."
She carefully moved her body closer.
Ling Xiao's lips curled up slightly.
This is just the beginning.
I haven't even hurt you yet!
"I understand. So when you saw a pretty woman later, you couldn't help but want to hit her, attack her, right?"
A hint of pity flashed in Nuwa's eyes.
Ling Xiao sighed, "I know that's just taking my anger out on others, and it has nothing to do with them, but..."
He sobbed, clutching his hair, and cried out frantically, "But I just can't help it!! Every time I see a beautiful woman, the image of my parents' tragic death flashes through my mind."
Tears streamed down her face and fell to the ground.
Bathed in moonlight, it appeared in Nuwa's eyes.
Nuwa's eyes were slightly red, and she placed a hand on Ling Xiao's shoulder, saying, "I understand you."
How much suffering must this man have endured to achieve what he has today!
She thought of a kitten, being hunted by its enemies, hiding here and there, all alone and helpless.
(End of this chapter)