Volume 2: The Spiritual Sea Chapter 104: Sealing the Heart
As soon as Qiankun heard this voice, a burst of painful memories surfaced in his mind, and all kinds of emotions were concentrated and intertwined. He couldn't believe it, and slowly looked back, even his movements became abnormally paralyzed.
It's actually Sikong Yijun.
Yes... it's her. Her voice, face, and smile appear before my eyes, and I can still vaguely think of those beautiful days I spent with her.
When he thought of this, Qiankun's heart began to throb again, and kept tumbling, as if he was about to shed tears.
Qiankun took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, not thinking about the past and the past, trying to calm down. Everything now is an illusion, and everything he sees and hears is empty and unreal.
As for Sikong Yijun, he is also a fake!
After all this time, he still couldn't resolve the grudge between him and Sikong Yijun in his heart. He would never forget her heartless look, her heartless words, and then the sharp knife stabbed into his chest.
The cold words are still in my ears and vivid in my mind, and the tearing pain seems to be still spreading throughout my body, hurting to the bone.
He didn't understand why a sweet and innocent girl could have such a vicious heart and attack him. Is it true that everything she did was just to deceive him?
Sikong Yijun in front of him saw Qiankun in such pain and didn't know what happened. He just stepped forward delicately, stretched out his jade arm to hold Qiankun's hand, and said in a charming voice: "Qiankun, what's wrong with you? I'm Yi
Jun."
Sikong Yijun put Qiankun's hand on his chest, bringing a touch of warmth to Qiankun, and he fell into Qiankun's arms.
When Qiankun saw Sikong Yijun caring so much about him, the fantasies in his heart were aroused again, so he had to forcefully suppress the restless emotions in his heart again and again, and his hands slowly softened and hung down.
Originally, Qiankun wanted to throw her away vigorously, and then curse her out loud, but facing her like this, Qiankun had already lost his resistance.
It would be great if those things didn't happen...
Qiankun looked at the huge pit and found that the fake Qiankun had long disappeared. Only then did he realize the seriousness of the matter.
Seeing Sikong Yijun in his arms, Qiankun had no choice but to keep struggling, but Sikong Yijun's grip became tighter and tighter. His breath was already close to his body, and the warmth penetrated between his skin.
"What on earth do you want to do!" Qiankun's eyebrows became tangled and he said angrily, but his voice was so weak.
Sikong Yijun raised his head, and that delicate and charming face appeared in front of his eyes. His smart and cunning eyes were looking at him lovingly, and his red lips were lightly parted, as if he was inviting something.
"Husband, forgive me for everything I have done to you. Am I not in front of you now? We will never be separated."
After hearing these words, Qiankun suddenly felt sick in his heart. This is not the real Mr. Sikong Yi. He is simply another person.
He kept pushing away the fake Sikong Yijun, but found that there was an extremely terrifying force in the other person's body, swallowing up his power like a black hole.
"Stop pretending, you are so shameless." Qiankun couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to pull his hand back, but found that the power was like a whirlpool. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't break away from the other party.
At this time, the fake Sikong Yijun's lips revealed a sinister smile, as if his scheming had succeeded. Suddenly, she grabbed Qiankun's wrist and took out a dagger with her other hand.
"Remember this dagger, right? I will continue to kill you with this dagger!"
Sikong Yijun showed his fierce light and smiled ferociously. The cold light of the dagger cut an afterimage in the air and stabbed into Qiankun's abdomen. Blood spurted out immediately, dyeing Sikong Yijun's clothes in blood.
Qiankun was in pain, so he quickly activated his Eight Right Qi, struggled backwards, and fled away.
Seeing this dagger, Qiankun's heart trembled even more.
This dagger was exactly the same one that Sikong Yijun used to kill him. How could he not hurt Qiankun's feelings?
But at this moment, Qiankun couldn't care so much. At this moment, Sikong Yijun was stabbing at him like crazy. He had to stop her first and then find a way to escape from here.
Therefore, Qiankun rushed forward and switched from defense to offense. However, no matter how fast Qiankun was, he could not match the speed of Sikong Yijun. A black mantra aura shot out from Sikong Yijun's palm, and Qiankun's body was like
It was like it was frozen, completely unable to move.
Sikong Yijun raised his jade leg and kicked Qiankun's temple with one blow, causing him to fall to the ground.
She followed closely and came to Qiankun's side. She stepped on Qiankun's body with her jade feet and stepped down hard. Suddenly, Qiankun felt a surge in his chest, and a fishy-sweet smell continued to spread in his throat.
"Cough cough cough..."
Qiankun felt deeply suffocated and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood with difficulty. He struggled to stare at Sikong Yijun, feeling exhausted all over.
Sikong Yijun lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and licked some of Qiankun's blood. He directly turned the dagger in his hand and put his arm on his leg, as if he were a winner. With his red phoenix eyes, he glanced at Qiankun frivolously.
He smiled sadly.
"Qiankun, you didn't expect that, did you? You were defeated in my hands after all, and you are still so weak!" Sikong Yijun's pretty face turned cold, and his smile was full of ridicule.
Her feet exerted force again, and Qiankun felt a sharp pain. His whole body collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, unable to move.
"That's it!"
Sikong Yijun leaned down and stretched out his fingers to lift Qiankun's chin, forcing Qiankun to look at her. Her voice was full of hatred, and she said every word: "I will destroy this filthy body of yours with my own hands!"
"You kings have ruined my family and left me homeless to this day. And you took away everything. I should have stopped thinking about you long ago!" Qiankun's eyes flashed, expressing the anguish in his heart, but it could not be reduced.
The endless sadness in my heart.
"Then go die!"
Sikong Yijun shouted loudly, raised his dagger and stabbed Qiankun in the neck.
Qiankun saw the right moment, took off the dagger, and folded Sikong Yijun's palm.
Just now, he had been sensing Sikong Yijun's aura, which was quite similar to that of the fake Qiankun. Now, at a glance, it was completely his.
Qiankun looked at the Ba Zheng Qi floating in the hands of Sikong Yijun, and already had the answer in his heart. He smiled slightly and released his Ba Zheng Qi. The two met in the void, and fierce winds burst out.
After all, Sikong Yijun couldn't stand the oppression of this force, and was completely shaken away. He fell to the ground. Drops of blood fell to the ground, and enchanting blood flowers bloomed.
Seeing Qiankun walking towards her step by step, the fake Sikong Yijun finally collapsed and hurriedly ran away. But how could she be Qiankun's opponent? She was caught back by Qiankun in the blink of an eye.
"Qiankun, do you really want to kill me? You can't do it." Sikong Yijun's eyes were bright, with tears in his eyes, and he was ready to make the final struggle.
Qiankun didn't reply, but took the dagger from her hand and wiped it off her neck with a complicated expression between his brows.