My enemies became my companions

Chapter 115 I Can't Get You
After countless years of planning, everything came to fruition at this moment.

She let out a breath of relief, just like the day he died.

Zhou Yitang looked at him who was gradually losing consciousness and slowly walked up to him.

She was going to get him! The one she wanted!

Zhou Yitang thought so, but seeing his eyes gradually become unfocused, her heart still tightened. She reached out and carefully stroked his cheek.

"Have you thought about today?"

She kept murmuring,
"If I had known this, I would have done it in the first place"

Why, break my sword?
She remembered that when he first went to Yinjian Mountain, he was just a young boy with mediocre talents. He knew nothing about Taoism and his comprehension was just average, which made her frown often. Even the good-tempered Lu Ying shook his head for him.

He was not a good disciple, but there was no better disciple than him. His goodness was never in spiritual practice. In April and May, kudzu vines should have covered the Cangwu Peak of Yinjian Mountain, but as far as the eye could see, there were layers of red and yellow, and peony flowers dyed the entire forest, stretching as far as the eye could see.

She stood there, and when Chen Yi turned to look at her, she pretended to be indifferent and nodded slightly, but her fingertips were still trembling.

She pretended to be calm that day, but she still looked at him a few more times and her voice softened a little.

But later...

Then, everything was ruined.

He ruined it all!

He plotted against her and took the Ruoque sword that she got in exchange for killing the three corpses. Two fingers of the sword broke. There was a crack at first, and then a crisp sound. Zhou Yitang's mind went blank at that time.

Later, no matter how well he treated her, the old hatred still covered the sky. She wanted to touch his face, but only when he fell asleep. She wanted to kiss him, but only when he asked her to. She even waited for him to say the vows she made. She had been waiting until now.

Just as she thought in her heart when she stood on the top of the mountain and secretly sang Ge Sheng, she waited for this next life, a hundred years later.

After he died, she breathed a sigh of relief, but a few days later, she often stared at his grave in a daze. Then she was shocked to find that kudzu vines had covered the entire Cangwu Peak without her knowing when, and they were as dense as her obsession.

She turned her head dazedly, and seemed to see him smiling calmly in front of the peonies, telling her that all the peonies on the mountain were for her. At that time, her fingertips trembled slightly. He had not hurt her yet, and she began to care about him. Everything was just right at that time.

“My ego.”

Zhou Yitang murmured to himself,
"What's yours?"

What is in his ego?
Zhou Yitang thought to herself, and an indescribable look flashed across her eyes. Along the way, she saw too many women lingering around him.

What is in his ego?
Yin Weiying, Min Ning, An Hou, or that... the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult Yin Tingxue? !
Zhou Yitang's expression was uncertain, and the pent-up air seemed to return to his chest.

She realized with a start that she had no idea what his ego was.

She only knew what her own ego was, the kiss that burned in her heart, the peony flowers that filled the mountains in the past, the ancient Tang people's Kudzu, and the scenes about him...

Never mind, it's not important...

She tried to dispel the thought, and then began to chant.
"Clinging gives rise to each other, and every thought arises at will, but it is nothing but an illusion..."

This is the spell prepared for him by Yu Zhen Yuan Jun, which combines the principles of Taoism and Buddhism.

It was such a perfect match, as if it was made for him, as if everything was destiny.

Yes, it was fate. He had originally defeated her, but he was soft-hearted for a moment, and then he was completely defenseless against her, and his ego was easily broken... He fell into her hands by himself.

And the Ruoque sword that he had broken also wanted to kill him.

She hesitated and wavered, but everything forced her to kill him, including herself.

However, the resentful feeling that had been raised again took a long time to dissipate.

What is his ego?!

"Originally there is no him, nor is there a self, the universe is illusory..." Zhou Yitang recited the last mantra,
"Ego is destroyed."

As the words fell, the scene appeared like a dream. Zhou Yitang stepped into Chen Yi's ego and wanted to break it personally.

This evil relationship is finally coming to an end, and everything is finally coming to an end.

She was going to get him!

When Zhou Yitang was about to let out the pent-up anger again,
Suddenly I saw peonies swaying all over the mountain. The wind and rain were beating down, and the night on Cangwu Peak was as dark as hemp.

"How could it be me?!"

She stood there in a daze, and before she knew it, two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks.

The ego that she wanted to break was actually the her in his heart!

And Chen Yi,
He suddenly found himself in a picture and saw the weeping woman standing in front of him.

Illusion and reality seemed to be intersecting, the past and the present were also intersecting, the scenes overlapped, and she cried again in front of him.

Chen Yi said nothing, just looked at her silently, listening to her crying, he remained silent the whole time.

He held an umbrella and watched her crying in the rain. His heart ached. He broke her sword and kept her by his side. In the end, he got what he wanted.

But I still felt nervous, as if he was wrong.

Chen Yi looked down and listened to her crying. The raindrops as big as beans hit the umbrella, making his hands numb.

He wanted to reach out...

As the cry of "My ego is broken!" rang out, Chen Yi's ego began to fall apart. The picture quickly lost its color, and everything drifted away with the wind and shattered in front of him.

Everything has been ruined, everything is irreversible.

Zhou Yitang's cheeks were wet, and her heart seemed empty, as if there was nothing inside.

"How could it be me?"

She whispered again, even though she knew the answer.

Zhou Yitang raised the sword, the sword that he had broken in his previous life. In this life, he wanted to chop off his three corpses and kill his original self.

She suddenly hoped that Chen Yi would say something, even words of hatred, or even just a final gentle whisper, anything would be fine.

But he still said nothing.

She asked in a trembling voice:

"How could it be me?"

It seemed like a response, as if it had stirred the last bit of obsession in the soul….
Chen Yi looked at the woman in a trance, and when the scene disappeared, he reached out and hugged her.

Zhou Yitang’s eyes widened. He didn’t say anything, but this was the final answer.

Stubborn people always have a fatal flaw. Ruo Que's sword clanged to the ground, motionless, as if dead. The one-armed woman trembled all over. She was suddenly very sad, with nothing left in her heart, and tears kept falling. It seemed that she understood that some things were no longer hers.

Zhou Yitang smiled sadly.
"Don't hug me,"

"Chen Yi, I'm going to lose you."

Although the oath is still there, it is hard to entrust a letter.
Mo, Mo, Mo!

(End of this chapter)