Yaoyao had been isolated from the world in the Divine Tombs. How could she know what divining fate was? She asked in a daze, "Fate? Is it something used to get rid of demonic energy?"
Yaohua explained in a low voice, "Fate is the pre - ordained future destiny."
At this moment, Chongming suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his expression turning dull.
She was startled. "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Looking at the concerned expression of the young girl in front of him, Chongming couldn't help but recall the scenes from the divination just now.
In the pre - determined future, it wouldn't be long before the demonic energy in his body would burst out, and he would meet a tragic end. Yaohua would spend her whole life in melancholy and never get married.
Thinking of this, great sorrow welled up in his eyes. His hand hanging by his side twitched, but in the end, he didn't respond to Yaohua. Instead, he coldly turned his head away. "It's nothing."
"Did you divine something bad?" Yaohua was puzzled. "Otherwise, why are you suddenly so distant from me?"
Chongming wiped the corner of his mouth as if nothing had happened. "I'm not being distant. I'm just keeping to the proper relationship between a master and a disciple."
Yaohua was stunned. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she last heard the words "the proper relationship between a master and a disciple" from his mouth.
Seeing her in a daze, Chongming felt as if his heart had been suddenly clenched, and he couldn't describe the pain.
In the past, he thought it was just the work of the demonic energy. But since that time when his consciousness got out of control, a faint voice had been echoing in his heart.
His feelings, which had been covered by thick doors, now clearly appeared in front of him.
Yaohua bit her lip. A few strands of hair fell on the side of her face, and something seemed to shatter in her eyes.
She straightened her back, but somehow she looked rather embarrassed. "Say it again."
Chongming said coldly, "Questioning your master as a disciple, Yaohua, you've overstepped your bounds."
"Daddy, why are you suddenly so fierce to Mommy?" Yaoyao asked fearfully.
Chongming looked solemn, like a god high above the nine heavens, indifferent, aloof, and cold, unreachable. "I only acknowledged the title of 'Daddy' before because you suffered here and had made contributions. But after all, you're Yaohua's demonic pet. Don't call me Daddy from now on."
Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, then pouted aggrievedly, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes. "Mommy, does Daddy not want me anymore?"
Yaohua also didn't expect him to act like this suddenly. It was clearly he who had first courted and indulged her, but then he had been hot and cold. Now he was being so heartless, making it seem as if she was the one chasing after him!
No matter how much she liked Chongming, at this moment, her heart was filled with a sour and bitter feeling, and an indescribable anger welled up. "God Chongming is right. Don't call him Daddy from now on. Maybe he saw in the fate that we would drag him down, so he suddenly wants to clear his relationship with us... Oh, no, we never had any extra relationship in the first place."
Chongming didn't expect her to be so decisive in cutting off the relationship. He couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.
Yaohua stood up and looked down at him. "I was just caring about you a few words. Why do you have to use such words to hurt me? If you don't need my care and think I'll drag you down, you can just sever the master - disciple relationship directly. Don't take my sincere care as having ulterior motives!"
"You're not a burden." Chongming didn't expect her to think like this and explained.
Yaohua then asked, "What did you divine?"
Chongming rubbed his wrist and refused to speak.
He couldn't very well say that in the future fate, he saw that they were already married, could he?
He remained silent. Yaohua saw the tips of his ears gradually turn red. Various speculations flashed through her mind. The anger in her heart subsided a little, but she still didn't give him a good look. "Then divine my fate again."
This time, instead of directly using his fingers to divine, Chongming took out a turtle shell from his spatial ring and devoutly and seriously infused his spiritual power into it.
Snap. The turtle shell fell to the ground.
His eyebrows knitted tightly. He divined again. Countless scenes seemed to flash through his mind, and finally, they froze at the moment when Yaohua died.
Snap. The turtle shell fell to the ground again and broke into two halves.
Yaohua asked puzzledly, "What does this mean?"
Chongming closed his eyes for a moment and said, "My mind is fluctuating today. It's not suitable for divination. I'll try again."
In fact, the two divinations had already exhausted all his energy, but the result of the divination made him unable to believe it.
This time, the turtle shell floated up, with a faint golden light on it. It was wrapped in a violent spiritual power fluctuation and even brought up a whistling wind. Thousands of possibilities flashed by one by one.
Chongming murmured incantations, but the turtle shell didn't show the expected result. Instead, it suddenly exploded.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The broken pieces of the turtle shell were like sharp blades, cutting his face.
Yaohua was greatly shocked. "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Chongming murmured, "It's impossible. Why, no matter how I divine, can't you escape death?"
For the first time, there was a look of panic in his usually cold eyes.
"Even if I'm doomed to die, you don't have to expend so much effort to divine for me. What if you hurt yourself?" Yaohua treated the wound on his face and said heart - brokenly.
Chongming shook his head. "Even if I don't divine for you, I can't escape death."
When he divined his own death, his expression was calm. But when it came to her, his eyes and heart were full of grief and unease. There was even demonic energy lingering and floating beside him.
Even a blind man could tell that he cared more about her life than his own.
Yaohua had been angry with him just now. But now, looking at his handsome face, her clear eyes were full of tenderness.
She gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice, "If I die, so be it. What does it matter?"
Chongming suddenly came back to his senses from his daze. Seeing that she despised her own life so much, he couldn't help but get angry. "You're still so young. How can you think like this? Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. Even in a desperate situation, there will always be a glimmer of hope. I'll divine again. I'm sure I can find a way for you to survive."
After saying that, he was about to get up and divine again, but Yaohua firmly held him down. "Even if there's only a one - in - a - million chance, you still want me to live?"
"Of course!"
"But your current spiritual power is not enough to sustain it. If you keep divining, you'll only hurt your body. Even if you divined until your life force was exhausted, you'd still do it?"
"Of course!"
Yaohua tightly held his wrist, and her tone suddenly softened. "Okay, then I'll only ask you one question. If you can answer it, from now on, whatever you say goes. I'll never disobey."
Chongming looked up in confusion and bumped into her gaze.
Yaohua asked gently, "Both of us are in a dead - end situation. Why do you insist on finding a way for me to survive while not caring about yourself?"
Her voice was soft and melodious, with a hint of shyness. The affection in her eyes was so intense that it almost took root in his heart.
Chongming couldn't bear this strange affection and wanted to turn his eyes away, but Yaohua had already keenly sensed his intention. Her fair and slender hand pinched his face, forcing him to look into her eyes.
In fact, she didn't use much strength. The touch of her fingertips on his skin was like a feather gently tickling, as if countless tiny fluff had scattered and fallen into his blood vessels, making him dazed and not daring to move.