Chapter 1103: My Solitary Dream of Love (5)

Chapter 1103: Chapter 1103: My Solitary Dream of Love (5)

Han Jing told Ning Shiqi not to interrupt the dream Ning Xu was weaving for himself, yet when Ning Xu spoke, Han Jing mercilessly exposed his self-deception.

This left everyone somewhat bewildered, uncertain of Han Jing’s true intentions.

With Feng Xiaoqi as a super ally, Han Jing was not afraid of Ning Xu at all. No matter how capable Ning Xu was, in front of Xiaoqi, the top cultivator below the Divine Domain, he was insignificant.

So Han Jing spoke to make Ning Xu realize he was at a dead end, urging him to stop being stubborn.

Han Jing continued: "Loving someone isn’t wrong, but if you can’t be together, there are only two reasons. Either you don’t love each other deeply enough, or it’s truly fate without destiny, so you can’t blame others. How you treat him, how you handle your feelings, and the choices you make, whether love or hate, are your own matters. Involving so many innocent people changes nothing and only makes those who know the truth feel disgusted by you."

Han Jing’s final word, "disgusted," deeply provoked Ning Xu, causing him to suddenly become aggressive and strike at Han Jing, only to be trapped by a Fire Whip thrown by Xiaoqi before reaching Han Jing’s clothes.

Ning Xu was trapped in a circle of flames, unable to move.

If he continued to struggle, he would be reduced to ashes by the fire.

Of course, Xiaoqi had no intention of burning him to death; they still needed his blood for the antidote. If he burned to ashes, the antidote would be gone.

Ning Xu widened his eyes, focusing only on Han Jing despite not looking at others: "Disgusted? Ha, how would you know the pain of watching the person you love marry someone else? You know nothing; how can you call me disgusting? You want my blood for an antidote, right? Fine, bless me, bless me, and I will let you have your wish. If you don’t bless me, I’ll immolate myself, leaving you with nothing. All the people on Shuiqi Island, including your poisoned friends, will die with me."

"Hahaha—" Ning Xu laughed: "From the moment I poisoned the water source on Shuiqi Island, I knew this day would come. But so what? Cultivating Puppet Grass always required my life as a price, yet I don’t care; I don’t care at all. At least during these past three years, these thousand days, I could finally fulfill my wish over and over, having my wedding with him—it’s my wedding with A Jing, not his with Feng Peining!"

He laughed and laughed until tears flowed, yet they were tears of blood.

Blood-red, contrasting his extraordinarily pale skin and waterfall-like silver hair, the vivid crimson was shocking. The despair in his eyes was so heartbreaking that everyone present felt particularly uncomfortable.

"How can you be so twisted?! Have you considered my aunt’s feelings with your relationship with Shui Jingmo? She’s innocent; how can you do this! You’re destroying their happiness; don’t you have any conscience?" Xiaoqi couldn’t stand his arrogant tone any longer, as if he still thought he was right, didn’t he? Yes, she felt sad for him too, but being sad didn’t make it right for him to hurt the innocent, did it?