Douluo Continent: We agreed on a simulation, but they've come to life?

"You brat, it's truly a pity you've fallen into the demonic sect."

The crow sighed softly.

Its form transformed into several black crows, scattering and fleeing into the distance...

……

"Good, strong..."

Zhang Lexuan gritted her teeth, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her eyes still fixed on the figure in mid-air.

He remained aloof, looking down at her with disdain, as if she were an ant.

The three-legged golden crow behind it is equally dazzling.

This familiar sense of powerlessness filled Zhang Lexuan with anger, yet she had nowhere to vent it.

He had clearly suffered a severe injury.

Having exhausted most of its soul power by Elder Song and the others, it struggled in its death throes. Why...?

“Too weak, Zhang Lexuan.” Lu Cheng stood in the sky, looking down at Zhang Lexuan with disdain. “If this is all you’ve got, then our story ends here.”

"Damn it..."

The beautiful woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, letting her fair hands become stained with crimson. Her pale blue eyes held a hint of brokenness and despair.

Is this really the end?

Father, Mother, and the grudge against Elder Mu... is there really no way to avenge them?

We can only let this scumbag continue to wreak havoc on the mainland.

She knew that Lu Cheng had run out of patience with her, and that she, as a whetstone, would probably have no effect on him anymore.

Zhang Lexuan pursed her lips, stubbornly holding back her tears, staring fiercely at Lu Cheng, waiting for the final blow.

But the next moment.

Lu Cheng's face suddenly turned pale.

His breath, like a deflated balloon, was visibly fading away.

"A great opportunity!"

Zhang Lexuan's eyes widened in surprise. She didn't have time to think about what had happened. With all her might, she activated her eighth soul skill again, and Blood Moon roared towards Lu Cheng in mid-air.

"So, this is the limit after all?"

Lu Cheng ignored the killing move that was rushing towards him from afar. He just stared blankly down at his slightly pale hand. The Sun-Shooting Bow completely dissipated and vanished, turning into a ball of fire that was blown away by the wind.

He had actually already given Ma Xiaotao the essence of the Sun-Shooting Bow. It was inevitable that her martial spirit would dissipate on its own after shattering. The fact that it could sustain her for so long was truly...

"Thanks a lot."

Following me has been a nightmare.

So...you're going to commit suicide?!

An even more bewildered voice came from within her body. In her spiritual sea, Jiao Jiao looked down at the outside world with a look of astonishment, and felt Lu Cheng's body, which was almost riddled with holes. She wanted to mend it, but it seemed even more difficult than mending the sky.

Jiaojiao transformed into a beautiful woman in red, standing outside with her crimson eyes fixed on Lu Cheng.

Look at me!

asshole!

What do you take me for?!

Chapter 39 The Truth of That Night (Seeking monthly votes!!!)

"I'm sorry, Jiaojiao..."

Lu Cheng's eyes were filled with apology: "More than a decade ago, I set up this game, and in it, I used my own death as the price to trigger the final winning opportunity."

"So, I'm sorry..."

Jiaojiao: "..."

Am I going to die too? Me?!

"You bastard..." Jiao Jiao stared intently at Lu Cheng with her bright red eyes, gritting her teeth, but seeing the latter's apologetic and sincere eyes, she shook her head helplessly.

Now that things have come to this, there is no way out.

That's enough.

"Jiaojiao, I need to ask you for a favor..."

"You bastard, you've gotten me into this mess, and you still want me to do something?" Jiao Jiao said angrily.

It was truly enraged.

She was diligently cultivating in the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire when a human man suddenly broke in, shattering her peace and forcibly abducting her, turning her into his soul. Over the years, she had become the person who understood him best. No matter how he sank into the world of evil soul masters and how infamous he became, she never regretted her choice. Instead, she was glad she had made that choice and even felt a little sympathy and pity for him, as well as a trace of admiration and love.

We agreed to become gods together, so what's the meaning of you suddenly cutting yourself in half?

Just for that woman?

"After I die, I will disintegrate on my own, but I will leave you a way to live. My martial spirit will separate from me and merge with Ma Xiaotao, and you can also become her soul spirit, and will not disintegrate on your own..." (equivalent to the soul spirit in the third era of Douluo Continent, which can transfer to other soul masters after the host dies).

"You rascal." Jiao Jiao was taken aback.

Although they don't have to die, they will be given away like objects.

"This is the only way I can think of to make your life a little more comfortable."

Lu Cheng said with a complicated expression.

"You..." Jiao Jiao's red lips parted slightly, and she let out a cold snort of anger: "What kind of person do you take me for!"

"Am I an object? Someone you can just give away as you please?"

Lu Cheng looked surprised: "Then you..."

"I'd rather die with you."

Jiaojiao said proudly.

Looking at the bewildered young man, her eyes were somewhat misty. After all, you are the only master I have ever truly recognized in this life...

Lu Cheng curled the corners of his mouth, his face growing paler.

His bloodshot pupils, which had somehow become stained with blood, slowly faded. This was the first and last time he used his Blood Eyes.

The frozen time around him slowly resumed its flow, and a blood moon crashed down on his chest in the distance. His body jerked backward as the killing move pierced through his entire body.

Like a tattered sack, it shot downwards.

Rumble!

A deafening sound rang out.

The endless mountain range trembled.

Ancient trees were snapped in half and fell an unknown distance before the sound gradually subsided.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Zhang Lexuan stared blankly at the scene, panting heavily, and landed on the top of an ancient tree.

Am I infected? Is it a hallucination? Or is it real?

She had been abused countless times before, and every time she thought she could completely crush that bastard, he would appear from behind her with a mocking smile and kick her two miles away.

After hesitating for a while, he swallowed a few pills to restore his soul power, circulated his cultivation technique on the spot to rest for a moment, and then headed towards the place where Lu Cheng had fallen.

After passing through a thicket, we came to a stream.

The figure lay motionless on the soft sand, as if dead.

"You... Hey, Lu Cheng!"

Zhang Lexuan looked somewhat surprised.

She took a few steps forward and stared at Lu Cheng, whose clothes were tattered and who had a visible wound on his chest. She was momentarily stunned. In her memory, that figure had never looked so disheveled.

But sensing its faint presence, it didn't seem fake.

"What, you can't bear to see me die?"

Lu Cheng opened his eyes, his eyes filled with exhaustion and weariness. His breath was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

He forced himself to sit against a large rock, looking at Zhang Lexuan. At this moment, he seemed like a different person. His original arrogant, domineering, sinister, and ruthless evil spirit master image had completely disappeared, replaced by a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

This reminded Zhang Lexuan of Lu Cheng from many years ago.

He pampers me, is gentle and warm, and allows me to easily lean on his arms and forget all my troubles.

"What are you up to now?" Zhang Lexuan frowned slightly.

Her eyes softened for a moment, then quickly turned murderous.

Is this person aware that they are at their wit's end, yet trying to use emotional appeal to launch a surprise attack?

The girl had long since lost trust in Lu Cheng.

She is no longer the naive and ignorant girl who would cling to his arm and wail. Countless years of trials and tribulations have shaped her into the person she is today.

"She's taller, thinner... and prettier."

Lu Cheng smiled as he scrutinized the beauty's face. "She's changed so much..."

"Back then, he was just a tagalong, but now he's someone who can stand on his own."

"Come here, why are you so afraid of a dying man?"

Lu Cheng smiled and gently patted his side.

"..."

For some reason, seeing this scene touched Zhang Lexuan's long-dormant heart once again.

The beauty gently bit her red lips.

At this moment, she felt no pleasure from revenge; instead, her heart was pounding and aching.