Chapter 125: The Birth of the S-Class Taboo Sequence
As the white light disappeared, everything on the Hidden Beast Mountain seemed to have ended.
Yang Xiaowan couldn't believe her eyes.
She only saw Bai Mo say a few words, take a few steps forward, and then the arrogant god disappeared.
Yes, no more.
She originally thought there would be a shocking battle, but who knew that the so-called gods could be so fragile? The feeling was so ethereal that it actually gave her a feeling like a dream.
She even wondered if she would still be in the destiny woven by the gods.
The moment she bursts into joy, everything will return to the cold reality, and the god will mock her wantonly and let her see the cruel scene she least wants to see.
Thinking of this, her heart became a little heavier. She walked step by step behind Bai Mo and made a sound.
"Husband?"
"roll."
"Husband..."
"roll."
Yes, that’s the smell!
The bride was not surprised but overjoyed, thinking that her husband had not run away. He had really defeated the gods!
So he hurriedly ran over, but was swallowed up by the surging black shadow and blocked from outside.
After a moment, Bai Mo's cold voice came from outside the black shadow: "Do you know me?"
"Of course I recognize it. Don't you, husband, recognize the slave family?"
"I don't know." The other person's tone was cold.
Yang Xiaowan was stunned for a moment, then said bitterly: "I understand, my husband, are you angry because I just hurt you?"
She knew that the reason why the other party was covered in blood and was seriously injured and dying several times was entirely thanks to her.
If she hadn't been weak-willed and manipulated by the gods, the other party wouldn't have been hurt like this.
"I can't understand it, it's interesting..."
Bai Mo did not answer Yang Xiaowan's words, but whispered to himself, not knowing what he was thinking.
The next second, Yang Xiaowan felt her eyes blur, and the black shadows in the sky disappeared immediately, and she saw Bai Mo standing in front of her, covered in blood and looking pale.
"Husband, you are injured, are you seriously injured?" she asked anxiously.
Bai Mo looked at her coldly, and after a moment of silence he said, "Don't you have any idea?"
Yang Xiaowan was stunned, feeling very guilty, and suddenly felt that this was quite good, the other party would still choke, and she seemed to have a little more humanity...
But she was still worried and asked again: "Husband, you..."
"I told you not to call me husband."
Bai Mo interrupted her expressionlessly and asked, "When have you seen me?"
"The slave committed suicide on his eighteenth birthday. Before he died, he saw his husband. You asked the slave to wait and told the slave that you would kill the damn god and break the so-called fate."
Speaking of this, Yang Xiaowan had a strange feeling in her heart. She once thought that destiny was inevitable and had almost accepted her fate. Who knew that someone had actually done it, not only killing the gods, but also cutting off the controls?
Her fate line.
Bai Mo looked at her, as if he was lost in some kind of thought, and then he doubted for a while: "Would I say something so stupid?"
Yang Xiaowan hesitated, but before she could speak, Bai Mo spoke again, his tone seemed to be much softer.
"Thanks a lot."
There was a rare warmth in that tone, which seemed to take her back to the day she died——
Everything she saw was devastated, the world was in darkness, and when she was dying, the man walked up to her and told her that she could choose her own destiny.
She didn't know why Lord Dao said to herself, "Thank you for your hard work," but she still felt warm all over her body, and even her dead heart seemed to start beating.
She wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it for a moment. At this moment, Bai Mo in front of her suddenly trembled and almost fell to the ground.
"Husband!" She quickly stepped forward to support Bai Mo.
"roll."
Bai Mo wanted to push her away, but found that the woman was hugging her tightly and couldn't push her away for a while.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Xiaowan asked worriedly.
"I consumed a lot this time, and I probably won't be able to use my strength for a long time."
Bai Mo's tone was weak, and he glanced at the dim blue blood barrier in the sky, "The restriction is about to disappear, I have to go back as soon as possible."
"Going back where?"
"In the dark."
The shadow beneath him squirmed.
For some reason, Bai Mo didn't seem to have any defense against this woman anymore, even though she had severely injured him many times.
Yang Xiaowan was not a fool. She realized from Bai Mo's words that the previous changes in the other person's temperament were not accidental. It was probably the other person's secret.
She didn't ask any more questions, but said firmly: "Husband, don't be afraid, I will protect you."
"Thank God if you don't chop me again."
"..."
Bai Mo thought for a while and asked, "Do you want to follow me?"
"Um."
"That won't work."
"Why?"
"It's inconvenient, and you can't leave the restricted area."
"My husband has something to offer, right?" Yang Xiaowan said nervously.
Bai Mo was silent for a long time, seeming to be making some kind of trade-off: "Did I give you two candles?"
"Yes, my husband asked me to find people I like according to my own preferences, and kill those I don't like."
Bai Mo's face was expressionless and he said calmly: "You are not a living person now. You can stay in the two blended candles, and then you can leave the restricted area."
"Don't agree in a hurry. This candle is easy to get in and difficult to get out. To put it simply, you will lose your freedom."
Yang Xiaowan thought for a while: "If you follow your husband, I won't be afraid."
She didn't think about whether this was Bai Mo's purpose of letting her wait until today, nor did she wonder whether she would jump from one woven web of fate into another.
She only knew that the other party fulfilled her promise and changed her destiny.
"Yeah."
Bai Mo sighed imperceptibly, then looked up at the dark sky.
Just now, there seemed to be a petite figure flashing past.
The sky was pitch black, and the clouds seemed to have just dispersed, and I didn't know when they would gather again. This was obviously not good weather that I liked to see.
"The weather is so nice..."
He looked at the sky for a long time, murmured in a low voice, and slowly closed his eyes.
At the same time, in a corner that was not easy to detect, the red-eyed girl named Mu glanced at the corner where Bai Mo was again, and then silently flew in a certain direction.
…
When Bai Mo woke up, he only felt that he was in a ball of cold softness.
He opened his eyes, and saw a bright red color in front of him, and a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose.
This touch...
He was stunned for a moment, and shot up like a spring, but the unstoppable pain all over his body made him almost fall back into the chest of the person in front of him.
"Husband, you're awake."
The bride wearing a red hijab said softly.
Bai Mo didn't answer. He looked at the familiar environment around him, then at his nearly naked and bloody upper body, and said blankly: "What's going on?"
He lost consciousness for some reason, and when he woke up, he was already back in the wedding room... and he was still on the bed!
Yang Xiaowan smiled and said: "My husband forgot, we are getting married."
"What did you do to me?" Bai Mo looked at her warily, fearing that he would find that he was missing some parts inexplicably.
Yang Xiaowan's entire face was hidden under the hijab and she made no sound.
Bai Mo checked himself and found that there were no wounds on his body, just blood. He breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then suddenly trembled——
"That's not right. Since the blood is not from me, where did it come from?"
He didn't dare to think about it, thinking that the script killing was getting more and more complicated, and he just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaowan grabbed him and said, "Where are you planning to go, husband?"
"It's getting late. I have to go back quickly. I think it's almost time for you to show up..." Bai Mo said with a headache.
It must have been dark for a long time.
He was about to leave, but he heard Yang Xiaowan sobbing from behind him.
"Does your husband hate the slave family that much?"
Bai Mo felt a headache and quickly defended: "Don't, don't, don't, it's not enough to be annoying."
Yang Xiaowan covered her mouth and chuckled. She didn't know why, but she always felt that her husband seemed cuter at this time, so she wanted to tease him.
Seeing this woman crying and laughing, Bai Mo just sighed that the woman could control her emotions freely, she was indeed a good actor.
He was about to open the door and leave, but suddenly remembered how embarrassed he looked now, and thought to himself that he had to put on some clothes before leaving.
So he looked around, and as if by some strange mistake, he walked straight to the wardrobe in the wedding room and opened it.
The next second, he was stunned.
Yang Xiaowan, who was sitting on the wedding bed, was also stunned.
There was only one piece of clothing placed in the corner of the closet, which seemed to fit him just right, and directly in front of him, there was a faint firelight.
It turned out to be eighteen tiny candles, inserted on a small birthday cake. They seemed to have just been lit and were beating with joy.
There was suddenly more warmth in the air.
"Why is this thing here..."
Bai Mo was confused, but suddenly there were some strange pictures in his mind, which seemed to be the contents of the script.
Today was supposed to be Yang Xiaowan's birthday and the day she married the god, but due to various reasons, she eventually died on this day.
It was a rather bleak past, like a bird in a cage, with only relatives and friends in vain.
He couldn't remember when he had read the script, but his mood suddenly became much heavier. At least as far as the script was concerned, the bride was not living a happy life.
She is very lonely.
So, today should be the bride’s birthday, so the cake should be prepared for her...
Thinking of this, Bai Mo took out the cake and carefully placed it on the table.
Yang Xiaowan did not move for a long time.
She had just sat on the wedding bed for a long time and had never opened the wardrobe, so she had no idea that there was such a thing inside.
She had seen this thing before. Wasn't it exactly what she saw her husband holding in his hand before he died?
He actually put things here...could everything be arranged?
"This is..." Yang Xiaowan said in confusion, looking at the dancing candlelight in trance.
She was so into the drama that she even pretended not to recognize her on the birthday cake...
Bai Mo smiled secretly in his heart and explained: "This thing is called a birthday cake. The eighteen candles represent your age. Isn't it your birthday today?"
Yang Xiaowan was startled. The child's time has not yet come, and it is almost the same as when she died. It is natural to say that it is her birthday, but is this a coincidence?
She looked at Bai Mo, whose smiling face flickered in and out of the candlelight, his smile pure and sincere.
"Happy birthday, may you always be eighteen."
When she heard such a voice, she suddenly wanted to laugh.
Because Bai Mo was actually right, her life had indeed stopped at eighteen.
But somehow, not only could she not laugh, but tears could not stop falling from the corners of her eyes, and she could not stop them no matter what.
It’s not that she has never celebrated birthdays before. Even her birthdays after the age of twelve were extremely luxurious and she received countless blessings.
But she knew very well that those were all false, and she had almost never seen sincerity.
In her opinion, all delicacies from the mountains and seas seemed not as sweet as the thing called cake in front of her.
None of the words are as beautiful as the phrase "forever eighteen".
She didn't know why and couldn't describe her mood at the moment.
She just suddenly thought how great it would be if this wedding were real.
"Why are you still crying?" Bai Mo was dumbfounded and thought to himself: Could it be that the other party is too old to hear that he will always be eighteen?
Yang Xiaowan finally wiped away her tears and explained: "The slave family is just too happy."
Bai Mo couldn't figure it out, but a certain softness in his heart seemed to be touched, and he smiled and said: "Then make a wish and blow out the candle first."
"Make a wish..."
Yang Xiaowan thought for a moment, stood up, walked to the table, lifted a corner of her hijab, and gently blew out the eighteen candles.
Bai Mo took a peek and saw only a snow-white, round chin and a pair of red lips as red as blood, but nothing else.
"If you want to see it, you can uncover it yourself. I'm waiting for you."
"No, no, no." Bai Mo laughed sarcastically and asked, "What wish did you make?"
"You can't say this, otherwise it won't work."
"Tch, if you don't say it, don't say it. Okay, it's really time for me to go."
"etc."
Yang Xiaowan suddenly stopped Bai Mo, took out a slightly golden red candle from her sleeve, and handed it to him.
"This is for my husband."
Bai Mo was stunned and looked at the candle in his hand for a moment. He saw that there were milky white wicks on both ends of the candle, with the words "life" and "death" written opposite each other in the middle. Coupled with some strange black lines, it looked quite mysterious.
"You even give out gifts before the end of the script. That's really nice." Bai Mo smiled.
Yang Xiaowan also laughed: "Husband, please carry it with you."
"Okay." Bai Mo played with the candle and suddenly asked, "By the way, will your place be open in the future? I'll come back to play when I have time."
"It won't open." Yang Xiaowan shook her head slightly.
"That's a shame."
Bai Mo smacked his lips, turned and left.
Yang Xiaowan looked at his back and let out a breath.
If she had hesitated before because she might lose her freedom by entering the candle, then when she heard the words "Happy Birthday", everything seemed not so important.
Even if all this was the other party's plan to get her into the candle, she admitted it.
The door opened, and the red wedding dress moved with the wind. The next second, her body disappeared and seemed to follow the wind into the candle.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered the wish she made a long time ago, maybe not too long ago, on the day she turned eighteen——
"Just once, choose the person you like, and only allow him to uncover your hijab. No matter if the other person likes you or not, even if he hates you, just follow him."
This is also the wish she just made, but there is an extra sentence at the end.
The cold wind blew, and Bai Mo, who was standing at the door, suddenly shivered. He seemed to feel something in his heart, and looked back, only to find that the bride had disappeared.
He suddenly had a hunch that the two might meet again in the future.
Not far away, Lu Zhan, who had been eavesdropping outside the house for a long time, had a look of disbelief on his face, staring blankly at the candle in Bai Mo's hand.
As the person in charge of the city, he is well-informed, and of course he can see how special this strange candle is——
He seemed to have...witnessed the birth of an S-class taboo sequence.
