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Chapter XXIII

"Feng Ling Jue! Feng Ling Jue! "

Hearing that voice, Feng Lingjue slowly opened his eyes. What entered his vision was a pitch-black night sky, as well as a face that didn't seem to be pleasant.

He subconsciously touched his lower abdomen. There was no wound.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Ling Jue laughed bitterly.

Is that so?

He was dreaming again.

That was true. It had already been so long, and he couldn't go back.

"What's the matter with you?"

Hua Liuyue expended a great deal of effort to pull Feng Ling Jue out of Shen Ling Jue's body. Now, Feng Ling Jue had the appearance of a retard, which made him doubt if he made some kind of mistake.

"Right, I seem to have fallen into the water."

Feng Ling Jue reacted slowly.

"Sigh, when will you be able to fix this problem that makes your mind go blank the moment you come into contact with water?"

Hua Liuyue was a little helpless.

"Right, where is Shen Ling?"

Right now, he was not in Shen Ling's body. He was able to feel this after all, his body had become very relaxed and the Devilish Qi was also moving around in his body.

"Here."

Hua Liuyue pointed to a pale-faced corpse on the riverbank.

Feng Lingjue sat up, his eyes widened in disbelief. Could it be that he was the one who caused Shen Ling's death? He is a devil, and normally, he won't die. However, Shen Ling is different.

"Don't worry, he's already dead."

Hua Liuyue sighed, rubbed between his brows and said.

"The meaning of your words, could it be …"

Feng Ling Jue roughly guessed it, and furrowed his brows as he looked towards Hua Liuyue.

Hua Liuyue was silent for a moment, then said, "Mn, I just found out, that this Shen Ling no longer has any feelings for the mortal world, he has already passed the Bridge of Helplessness, and drank Grandma Meng's Soup."

"Is that so? That is to say, I don't need to continue to play the role of this mortal? "

The corner of Feng Lingjue's mouth slightly lifted as he stared at Shen Ling's corpse, his eyes slightly trembling.

It was clear that this had nothing to do with him, but for some reason, a heavy feeling arose in his heart.

Hua Liuyue confirmed his words, and then replied loudly, "Yes."

He failed again.

"A monarch of the mortal world has died for no reason at all. How should I account for it?"

Feng Ling Jue stood up, and lightly patted off the dust on his body.

"The boat to the bridge is naturally straight."

Hua Liuyue also stood up at the same time, and said indifferently.

Feng Ling Jue laughed, but his eyes were ice-cold. "These words, only you can say them."

"Are you going to regain your Devil Domain now?"

Hua Liuyue did not plan to answer Feng Ling Jue's question, and instead asked.

"No."

Feng Ling Jue stood at the top, looking at the servants of the Shen palace rushing over, smiling faintly, "I want to take another look."

"What? You can't bear to part with this place?"

Hua Liuyue chuckled.

Feng Ling Jue did not answer, and silently watched.

The servants hurriedly took a sniff for Shen Ling's corpse. With such a sniff, their faces immediately turned pale. Then, they started to cry, wailing in grief, "Young master, why do you have such bad thoughts, young master …"

Hearing their heart-wrenching cries, Feng Ling Jue's heart trembled, and he turned around.

"What is it? You're not going to watch anymore? "

Hua Liuyue gloated as he followed them.

"Shut up."

Feng Ling Jue said coldly.

Hua Liuyue laughed.

The sky had just begun to brighten, and the Shen Family's General's Mansion gate was already filled with white lanterns. The Shen Family stood in front of the black coffin, dressed in camouflage and filial piety.

Madame Shen was expressionless, his eyes empty and devoid of expression. Shen Nan was also lifeless, his eyes red.

Here, it was a sad white matter, yet the Prime Minister's Mansion that separated them by a whole street was blowing and beating. Large red words and red lanterns filled the entire mansion, and from afar, it looked like a fiery red color.

"How ironic."

In midair, Hua Liuyue couldn't help but let out a sigh when he saw the two sides of the street. One side was holding a funeral, while the other side was holding a joyous event.

To the side, Feng Ling Jue silently watched.

Within the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Chen was wearing a happy robe as she smilingly pulled that beautiful young lady into the great hall.

He was so happy. He must be extremely fond of that girl, right?

"Cough cough, Feng Ling Jue, do you know? That new bride is the Jade Emperor's sister, Princess Liu Li. I heard that she has her eyes on Shen Qingchen, but Shen Qingchen doesn't seem to have any feelings for her, saying that he will soon succeed as the Sect Leader, so he can't care about his children's personal feelings. Thus, during this tribulation, the Jade Emperor sent Princess Liu Li down to the mortal world.

Hua Liuyue lightly tapped his fan, and said indifferently.

He looked like he was watching a show.

Feng Ling Jue snorted lightly, and glanced at Hua Liuyue, "When did you become so gossipy?"

"I meant it for you."

Hua Liuyue spat at Feng Ling Jue, as if he was biting the hand of a dog.

"What does it have to do with me?"

As he spoke, his devilish eyes darkened.

"Marriage is something that has been set by the heavens. You can't force it, so just don't force it."

Hua Liuyue said meaningfully, seemingly muttering to himself, yet his voice was very loud.

Feng Lingju also did not seem to hear him. He swept his gaze over the slender and handsome bridegroom below and sneered before brushing his sleeves and leaving.

"Let's go, let's return to Devil Domain."

"You're not going to watch it anymore?"

Hua Liuyue chased after Yun Xiao with a smile on his face.

Feng Ling Jue did not reply, leaving Hua Liuyue in complete silence.

Prime Minister's Mansion

The door was crowded with guests, all of them smiling in celebration.

In their eyes, Jiang Chen and Princess Qin Ping were simply a pair of golden couple.

Jiang Chen was not only a little gongzi of Prime Minister's Mansion, he was also intelligent since young. He read tens of thousands of books and was a rare genius.

Jiang Chen personally escorted Princess Ping to the entrance, the smile on his face was very hypocritical, his eyes very calm and quiet, like a pool of stagnant water.

"I bow to the great hall."

That nanny's voice rang out.

Jiang Chen bent his knees and was about to kneel, but at that moment, a voice came out from the side and entered his ears.

"This is really unlucky. Today is a happy occasion for the Jiang family, but for the Shen family, there is a funeral. Are they trying to cause trouble?"

"I heard that the young master of the Shen family died last night while jumping off a river."

Jiang Chen's pupils contracted, his body froze, his movements suddenly halted.

"Shen Ling?"

Feng Lingju slightly raised his head and looked at the mountain where the black fog were lingering in the distance. With a faint smile, he said, "We really won't be able to escape death by drowning!"

— — The content is from [Mick Read]