Chapter 135: Her Answer
It turned out that Master had already calculated this long ago.
Chen Changsheng felt a sense of emotion.
No wonder in that final conversation, Master said that even if the Black Robe had any ideas, they wouldn't succeed.
While Chen Changsheng was feeling emotional, the Black Robe's expression was extremely ugly, and the emotions in everyone's eyes were very complicated.
Only the Demon Lord looked at Xu Yourong with increasingly fervent eyes, along with respect.
Was it really necessary to kill Chen Changsheng?
Why did Shang Xingzhou entrust this task to Xu Yourong?
"Why?" the Black Robe said. "Aren't you two Dao companions?"
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were indeed Dao companions, the most famous Dao companions on the continent, deeply in love, known to all.
But Shang Xingzhou was certain that she could kill her beloved, calm and resolute.
When Chen Changsheng discovered the answer but was unwilling to die, Xu Yourong was the best executor.
No one would have thought, not even Chen Changsheng, that she would kill him.
Shang Xingzhou could calculate this and dared to use her as the executor—truly remarkable.
Of course, the most remarkable of all was still Xu Yourong.
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"Do you still remember what we said outside White Emperor City ten years ago?"
Xu Yourong looked at Chen Changsheng and asked.
Chen Changsheng had found the answer and accepted it calmly, so naturally she no longer needed to be the executor.
Those two sentences seemed to sound at the same time, but in reality, she spoke slightly later.
Chen Changsheng remembered what she was talking about.
If your wife treats you extremely well, but has an extremely bad temperament and is a great villain, what would you do?
This question was raised by Bie Yanghong.
Chen Changsheng's answer was that he would persuade her, stop her from continuing to do evil, and stay by her side for life.
This was actually somewhat similar to Wang Zhice.
Tang Thirty-Six's answer was very straightforward—why stop her? Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to become great villains together?
Xu Yourong's answer was as fierce as the west wind outside the city that day.
"I would kill him, then die with him."
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Chen Changsheng was not a great villain.
But tonight's situation was really somewhat similar to that question.
Chen Changsheng knew what she meant by saying this and said very seriously, "Don't."
Xu Yourong said, "I will."
If another woman said these two words, it might sound like acting cute or being sulky.
She was indeed acting cute and being sulky at this moment, but because her expression was too calm, no one believed it.
Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes and said, "It's enough for me to die. You don't need to die."
Xu Yourong said, "I don't want to lie to you. If you die, how can you stop me?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense. Then let's do it together."
No grief, no fervor, no tears.
Just calmly talking about sharing life and death.
Ye Xiaolian silently wept.
Zhi Zhi was very angry.
People felt respect.
The Pope and the Saint—truly extraordinary individuals.
Only two people reacted differently, both intensely.
Tang Thirty-Six shouted angrily, "You two are idiots! It's not the final moment yet, so why are you playing at being a martyr couple!"
The Black Robe shouted sharply, "Come on! Kill each other! I don't believe you really have the guts to do it!"
"I'm not an idiot, and naturally I'm not in a hurry to act now. I'm just telling you that I can make your plan fail at any time."
Xu Yourong answered both people's questions with one sentence, then looked at Wang Zhice and said, "You can think for a while longer."
Wang Zhice had been thinking, observing, and waiting.
He hadn't yet seen that change, but he had unexpectedly observed some problems.
That spatial passage connecting the two continents was clearly somewhat unstable.
The beam of light from the Holy Light Continent was fine; even though he had observed that side from the Garan Temple for centuries, he had never seen such pure and condensed energy.
The problem lay with Chen Changsheng. The amount of Holy Light burning seemed to be slightly less.
Of course, this was a good thing.
The Black Robe also noticed this problem.
She was very shocked because she couldn't understand it.
She knew very well how many sacrifices that foreign Pope had made and how much Holy Light he had poured into Chen Changsheng as that fruit back then.
On an individual level, it could even be said that the Holy Light within him was inexhaustible.
Even though Chen Changsheng had suffered many injuries over the years, lost a lot of Holy Light, and consumed a fair amount, it probably wasn't even one ten-thousandth of the original amount.
Why was the amount of Holy Light in his body now so much less? Even the spatial passage had become somewhat unstable?
More and more people noticed this problem.
And then many also thought of the answer.
The Black Robe thought of it too.
Over the years, Chen Changsheng had refined many Cinnabar Pills and had to bleed a lot every month.
That blood contained abundant Holy Light energy, which was why believers called it Holy Blood.
The Black Robe's expression was unusually ugly. She took out an iron plate and began to deduce with her eyes closed.
Xu Yourong simultaneously took out her Fate Star Plate and began to deduce.
The atmosphere in the field became even more tense.
Dozens of gazes kept shifting back and forth between the Black Robe and Xu Yourong.
When it came to deduction and calculation, there was no doubt that these two women were the strongest in the world.
Not long after, the Black Robe opened her eyes, a hint of gratified smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
A moment later, Xu Yourong also opened her eyes and shook her head wearily.
Seeing this scene, people knew the result.
"The spatial passage is indeed somewhat unstable, but it's enough to support the Angel Legion coming over."
The Black Robe stared at Xu Yourong's eyes, like an old witch staring at an apple, and giggled, "So you still have to kill him."
Tang Thirty-Six couldn't understand, Xiao Zhang and Linghai Zhiwang and the others couldn't understand either. If Chen Changsheng died and the spatial passage was severed, the Black Robe's lifelong wish would be dashed. Shouldn't she be very nervous right now? Why did she seem more concerned about whether Xu Yourong would kill Chen Changsheng?
This question was only understood by Xu Yourong, Ye Xiaolian, and Zhi Zhi. Nanke might vaguely grasp it too, because they were women.
"Will you do it, or will I?" Xu Yourong asked.
"I'll do it myself," Chen Changsheng said.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Countless sword cries rang out.
Countless white turbulence appeared in the night sky.
Three thousand swords shot into the air, then returned like swallows, silently hovering around, like a halted rainstorm.
The Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation was complete.
Chen Changsheng stood inside it.
Just like many battles in the past.
But tonight, all the swords were reversed, their sharp tips aimed at him.
Chen Changsheng closed his eyes.
The three thousand swords vibrated, emitting a hum, as if struggling.
Since leaving the Zhou Garden Sword Pool, he had been in spiritual communion with the Wind and Rain Swords, and this was the first time something like this had happened.
The swords had received his command but were unwilling to obey.
But in the end, these were his swords.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Three thousand swords fell from the night sky, like a rainstorm striking Chen Changsheng!
Tang Thirty-Six's face was very pale.
Ye Xiaolian tightly covered her mouth.
The cinnabar mole on Little Black Dragon's brow was exceptionally red, her vertical pupils filled with wild fury.
Yet, Xu Yourong still wasn't looking at him.
She was still watching Wang Zhice.
Wang Zhice finally moved.
His sleeve stirred slightly.
But in the next moment, instead of raising his left hand, he let out a soft exclamation.
Including him, everyone saw an unbelievable scene.
Those swords, as they flew around him, suddenly stopped, frozen in midair.
Time itself seemed to stand still.