bookbashuk Chapter 81 Mirror Flow
Chapter 81 Mirror Flow
The chill in the air, enough to freeze one's soul, reached its peak at this moment, but then collapsed with a bang at some extremely subtle critical point.
Jingliu's hand, the hand that hadn't trembled even when he swung his sword to sever the evil dragon, was now raised to his ear with an almost hesitant slowness.
The black gauze slipped off.
It was as if a corner of the night had been torn open, revealing a scarlet, shattered, yet endlessly burning blood moon beneath.
Those eyes.
Those were no longer the cool, clear eyes of "Flying Light Without Flaws," but a pair of bloodshot eyes that had long been corrupted by the demonic body and marinated with seven hundred years of regret and pain.
Fine red blood vessels surrounded her eyes, and black, fluffy things seemed to be moving deep within her pupils. These were the poison called "memory," slowly eroding her remaining sanity.
"Prove it to me..."
Jingliu's voice was very soft, each word like a shard of ice squeezed out from between his teeth.
She stared intently at Hoshino, her gaze almost tangible, as if she wanted to pierce through Hoshino's flesh, cut open her chest, and see if the beating heart inside was truly black.
"Little girl."
"Do you know what happens when you deceive a madman who has nothing left to lose?"
She took a step closer.
The blue bricks beneath their feet shattered instantly, turning into dust.
"If you dare to make a fuss about this name, if you dare to use 'her' as a bargaining chip in your game..."
"I'll make you regret this."
"I regret being born, I regret learning to speak, I regret... possessing this power that shouldn't belong to me."
Faced with this overwhelming killing intent, Hoshi did not back down.
On the contrary, she even went further and moved closer.
The two were so close they could almost feel each other's breath—if Jingliu's breath was still warm.
"regret?"
Suddenly, Hoshi laughed.
Her smile was both irritating and unabashed.
Those golden eyes reflected Jing Liu's crimson pupils, showing no fear, only one...
It was like the tolerance of an elder who had seen through all the children's tricks.
"Master Jingliu".
Mohoshi stretched out his right hand, his fingertips lightly touching the air, as if he were touching those eyes through the air.
"You really should take a look in the mirror right now."
"This isn't about trying to kill someone."
"This is clearly..."
She paused, her tone becoming extremely gentle, even carrying a hint of seduction.
"It's calling for help."
Jingliu's pupils contracted sharply.
"You are afraid."
"Ichihoshi continued, speaking at a measured pace," he said.
"I'm afraid this is yet another lie, I'm afraid this is yet another tragedy like the 'Dragon Transformation Method'."
"But what you're even more afraid of is..."
"What if this is true?"
"What if there's even a one in ten thousand chance that she could come back?"
"You are afraid that this one in ten thousand chance will push you back into an abyss of no return."
She spread her hands, and the halo of destiny behind her lit up again.
This time, she did not display that violent, mixed power.
Instead, only one of them was activated.
"memory".
A pale purple light spread throughout the study, enveloping the bookshelves shattered by the sword energy and the frozen tea.
In this interplay of light and shadow.
Some blurry yet incredibly familiar images began to emerge.
She was a girl with fox ears.
He was sitting on an old starship, holding a bottle of soda, making a peace sign at the camera.
The wind blew through her long hair, and the sunlight shone on her face.
That smile.
That look in his eyes.
Even though it was just a phantom shadow, it captivated everyone present.
My heart skipped a beat at that moment.
"That's the proof."
Ye Xing looked at the phantom and spoke in a low voice.
"If we had never truly 'touched' her soul, if we had never truly retraced that time and space."
"I could not construct such a clear, such vivid memory."
"Even Fu Li cannot fabricate a non-existent reality out of thin air."
Jingliu stared at the illusory figure.
Her hands were trembling.
The trembling spread from my fingertips to my arms, then to my shoulders, and finally throughout my entire body.
She wanted to reach out and touch the shadow, but stopped in mid-air.
It's as if they're afraid that if they touch it, the dream will shatter.
"white……"
A suppressed whimper escaped her throat.
Two lines of clear tears slowly seeped from those crimson eyes.
Those were tears of blood.
It is a mixture of the turbidity of demonic beings and the purity of human emotions.
Just as the atmosphere inside the Shence Mansion became sorrowful and heavy because of this "flashback",
Hidden in his sleeve, Hoshino's left hand was engaged in a completely different and unconventional operation.
Her fingers flew across the phone screen, typing blindly.
Although her eyes were still gazing affectionately at Jingliu, she was already mentally ranting and raving.
"Holy crap, this old lady has such a strong presence, I almost couldn't handle it."
"Quickly call for reinforcements! Quickly play our other trump card!"
"Otherwise, if these lunatics lose control and a fight breaks out, I don't want to have to demolish the Shence Mansion and pay compensation!"