"At least I'm still alive, and she gave me everything I shouldn't have had."
He, a man, had all the rights that a woman could have. Occupying the highest position on Lianhua Mountain, being able to take concubines at will, only Jiang Qionglan could achieve this.
If Jiang Qionglan hadn't joined hands with Chaos, then who would it be?
Zhao Chen'an pondered. Maybe he was wrong from the very beginning... What clues had he missed after all?
Zhao Chen'an recalled everything that had just happened. When he recalled the injured hand of Wan Mingcheng, a cold sweat broke out on his back.
Zhao Chen'an asked in a deep voice, "Senior brother... Can the mark of shared sorrow be cut off?"
"You mean cutting off a piece of flesh?" Qin Beixuan's expression also became solemn. "The mark will be cut off too."
Oh no, it was really Wan Mingcheng!!
"Senior brother! Listen to me. There might have been a mark on Wan Mingcheng's hand, but he cut it off. I saw the wound." Zhao Chen'an grabbed Qin Beixuan's hand and said anxiously.
Qin Beixuan patted Zhao Chen'an's head soothingly. "Don't worry. I'll go in with you."
"...Okay."
When Zhao Chen'an pushed open the door, he found that Wan Mingcheng wasn't in the room at all.
Where had he gone?!
Zhao Chen'an looked around the room, but he couldn't find any trace of Wan Mingcheng. It only meant one thing: the man had run away.
"Are you looking for me?"
Zhao Chen'an suddenly turned around and saw that somehow Wan Mingcheng had already run to Jiang Qionglan's side. He was holding a dagger in his hand, and the tip of the dagger was pressing against Jiang Qionglan's vulnerable neck.
"!!!"
Wan Mingcheng stuck out his scarlet tongue bloodthirstily and licked Jiang Qionglan's earlobe. He let out a hideous laugh and said, "I should thank you for helping me seal his inner strength. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to kill him~"
Zhao Chen'an stared nervously at the dagger pressing against Jiang Qionglan's neck. "Young Master Wan, what enmity does he have with you?!"
"Enmity?" Wan Mingcheng sneered. "Forcing me to marry a man, isn't this a humiliation? Why can Jiang Qionglan, a man, be the sect leader while I can only get married? I just want to make him unhappy. Hahaha..."
Jiang Qionglan wasn't panicked at all. He said calmly to Wan Mingcheng, "If you like it, I can give you the position of sect leader."
Wan Mingcheng looked at Jiang Qionglan blankly, and the dagger in his hand loosened a bit. "Why don't you hate me? Why don't you kill me?!"
Jiang Qionglan shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "What should I hate you for? Jiang Jinghe and her subordinates humiliated and molested you many times. She was wrong in the first place."
There was a crack in Wan Mingcheng's expression. He turned Jiang Qionglan around to face him and said, "You've known it was me all along, right?"
Jiang Qionglan looked at him with disappointment in his eyes. "Does it really matter whether I know or not?"
Wan Mingcheng let go of Jiang Qionglan and looked at him with a complicated expression. "Jiang Qionglan, even if you don't like me at all, why won't you even hate me? Why won't you even spare a bit of your emotions for me?!"
Looking at the humble Wan Mingcheng, Zhao Chen'an thought of himself and Qin Beixuan. So he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss spreading in his heart.
Jiang Qionglan said with a bitter smile, "Because I can't give you what you want."
"No, it's not like that, Jiang Qionglan. I don't want anything else. I just want you. You alone are enough for me... Aaaah!!" Suddenly, Wan Mingcheng hugged his head in pain, and a thick dark red divine power began to appear around him.
It was Chaos!
Seeing that something was wrong, Qin Beixuan slapped Wan Mingcheng away with one palm, pulled Jiang Qionglan back from Wan Mingcheng's side, and by the way, untied his acupoints.
Jiang Qionglan looked at the pain - stricken Wan Mingcheng and slowly asked Qin Beixuan, "Is that the divine power of Chaos around him?"
"That's right. He's very likely to lose his mind." Qin Beixuan replied.
"No, he's my husband. I have to save him." Without hesitation, Jiang Qionglan ran towards Wan Mingcheng.
As soon as Wan Mingcheng looked up and saw Jiang Qionglan walking towards him, he roared, "Are you stupid? What are you doing here?!"
Jiang Qionglan tried to channel his inner strength into Wan Mingcheng's body and said calmly, "You can't be in trouble."
Wan Mingcheng sneered and said, "Weren't you just indifferent to me? What does it matter to you whether I live or die now?"
"I can't hold on for long," Wan Mingcheng handed the dagger in his hand to Jiang Qionglan and held his hand in reverse, making the tip of the dagger face himself.
He said, "Jiang Qionglan, kill me. I won't have any complaints if I die in your hands."
"I'll cure you." Jiang Qionglan tried to pull his hand back, but he couldn't. Wan Mingcheng was holding it very tightly.
"You, you can't cure me. I made a deal with Chaos. I promised to... Aaaah!!" Wan Mingcheng hugged his head and gasped heavily. His consciousness was about to be swallowed by Chaos. He forcibly suppressed the power in his body and waited for his consciousness to clear again.
Wan Mingcheng forced a smile at Jiang Qionglan. "A Lan, actually we knew each other when we were kids. You saved me from the robbers... I, I was very envious of you at that time. Although you were a boy, you could practice..." He paused for a while and then said, "I didn't expect that my savior would become my husband in the end... Even if it's just in name, I'm very, very satisfied."
A Lan, thank you for saving me when I was most helpless.
Wan Mingcheng held Jiang Qionglan's hand and suddenly pushed down hard. The dagger pierced through his still - beating heart with a "puff" sound. The scalding blood spurted out from the wound.
Jiang Qionglan finally panicked. A warm tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.
He choked and scolded, "Wan Mingcheng, you bastard..."
Who allowed you to die?!
Wan Mingcheng finally felt his head clear up a bit, but he didn't have the last bit of strength to speak. He said a lip - reading sentence to Jiang Qionglan.
Jiang Qionglan could vaguely tell from the mouth shape that it was: "A Lan, you're finally willing to share your emotions with me."
He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away Jiang Qionglan's tears, but he felt extremely tired all over. It turned out that his arm was as heavy as a thousand catties. But seeing his A Lan crying, why did his heart hurt even more...
It was a pity that he couldn't comfort him anymore.
Wan Mingcheng's hand, which had been slowly raised halfway, fell heavily to the ground. He lay quietly in Jiang Qionglan's arms and would never wake up again.
Jiang Qionglan felt the body temperature of the person in his arms slowly cooling down. He finally panicked. He called Wan Mingcheng's name over and over again. Tears flowed uncontrollably like broken pearls and dripped on the face of the person in his arms.
Zhao Chen'an's nose was sour. Suddenly, he turned around and threw himself into Qin Beixuan's arms, crying silently.
Qin Beixuan opened his arms and tightly hugged the person in his arms. He comforted him, "An'er, don't cry. It will hurt my heart too."