mtl008 Chapter 338 I'm sorry
Chapter 338 I'm sorry
Yuan Xiao swayed slightly, then took a deep breath and nodded: "Take me to see him." She looked at Hui, who was being carried by Ye Shang, "Also, lock this guy in the deepest part of the dungeon, with the strongest chains, and have the strongest guards watch over him. No one is allowed to approach without my order, and he must not die."
Her tone was calm, yet it conveyed a chilling resolve.
Zehui glanced at Hui, then at Yuan Xiao, and solemnly replied, "Yes!"
He immediately arranged for people to take over the imprisoned Hui from Ye Shang.
The demonic chains binding Ye Shang were not removed; they were merely loosened, and he was handed over to the guards of Tiger Lion City, who reinforced them with layers of metal chains before taking him to the dungeon.
Yuan Xiao said no more and, accompanied by Yu Mo, Chi Miao, Ao Shuang, and Ye Shang, walked straight toward the castle.
Her steps were a little unsteady, but each step was firm, and her back was straight.
Yuan Xiao's entire mind had flown to the castle, to the place that might bring her the final judgment.
The castle gates were open.
As Yuan Xiao stepped up the stairs and walked through the magnificent gate, the first thing she saw was the tall figure standing in the center of the hall.
His hair was somewhat disheveled, his golden eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome and composed face showed undisguised exhaustion, grief, and deep guilt and pain.
His clothes were stained with dust and dark red marks, as if he had just been through a fierce battle.
Di Lin, he's finally back.
The moment Yuan Xiao saw Di Lin, Di Lin also saw her.
Eyes facing each other.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Di Lin looked at Yuan Xiao's pale, bloodless face, at her empty, desperate yet forcedly aggrieved eyes, at the glaring blood at the corner of her mouth, at her slightly trembling body...
His golden pupils contracted sharply, and his heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand arrows, the pain almost making it hard to breathe.
He wanted to go forward, to hold her in his arms, to tell her everything, to beg for her forgiveness…
But his feet felt like they were made of lead, so heavy that he couldn't move an inch.
Overwhelmed by immense guilt and pain, he was nearly suffocated.
Yuan Xiao also looked at him.
Looking at the bloodshot in his eyes, the exhaustion and pain on his face, and the glaring marks on his body...
Finally, her gaze fell on his empty, dusty hands.
There are no dragon eggs.
The little life they had hoped for was not there.
Nothing at all.
The last hope, like a candle flickering in the wind, was extinguished with a soft "poof".
Yuan Xiao opened her mouth, wanting to ask, wanting to confirm, wanting to hear the answer from his mouth that she had already guessed, but still clung to a sliver of hope.
However, it felt like something was blocking my throat, and I couldn't make any sound.
Only scalding tears, which could no longer be held back, gushed out like a burst dam, instantly blurring my vision.
She looked at him, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.
Looking at her tear-streaked face and the broken light in her eyes, Di Lin finally could no longer bear it.
He took a sudden step forward, reaching out a trembling hand to touch her, his voice hoarse and barely audible.
"Xiaoxiao...I...I'm sorry...I..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Just as Yuan Xiao's fingertips were about to touch her, her body suddenly went limp, her vision went completely dark, and she fell straight backward.
"Xiaoxiao!"
Several exclamations rang out simultaneously.
Yu Mo and Chi Miao, who were closest to her, reacted quickly and caught her.
Di Lin's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
He looked at Yuan Xiao, who was lying unconscious in Yu Mo's arms.
Her face was still streaked with tears. Di Lin felt a metallic taste rise to his throat, and his vision blurred.
In the end... he still couldn't protect her and their child.
The main hall was deathly silent.
Sunlight streamed in from the tall palace gates, casting long, long shadows of them.
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The deepest part of the dungeon was as cold and damp as an ice cellar, and even the breath carried white vapor.
There was no light here, only a few pale blue crystal lamps in the corner, emitting a faint and cold glow that barely outlined the rough contours of the stone walls and the dark stains on the ground.
A strong, lingering smell of blood filled the air.
Comet was bound by several heavy steel chains and hung in mid-air.
The chains ran through his collarbone, wrist, and ankle, binding him in an extremely painful and humiliating position.
Even without struggling at all, the excruciating pain is constant.
The demonic chains left behind by Ye Shang have not been removed.
At this moment, it was wrapped around his body like a living thing, with fine black blood vessels deeply embedded in his flesh.
It not only imprisoned his power, but also acted like countless red-hot needles, constantly probing and burning his demonic soul.
He lowered his head, his wet hair sticking to his face, obscuring most of his features, with only his chest rising and falling slightly.
The wound on his left shoulder, due to the erosion of demonic energy and the harsh environment, not only failed to heal but also turned into an ominous dark purple color, with the skin and flesh at the edges already ulcerated and grotesque.
The footsteps, heavy and slow, approached from afar, amplified infinitely in the deathly silent dungeon, each step feeling like a blow to the heart.
With difficulty, Hui lifted his heavy eyelids and looked towards the entrance through the gaps in sweat and blood.
A tall, imposing figure walked in step by step against the faint light filtering in from outside the cell door.
Di Lin changed into a clean, dark gold robe, but his golden eyes no longer held their former majesty and composure; instead, they held an unfathomable chill and a crimson storm about to spiral out of control.
Di Lin stopped three steps away from Hui and silently looked at him for a few seconds.
"woke up?"
Di Lin's voice was very calm, so calm that it didn't have a ripple, yet it made the temperature in the dungeon drop a few degrees.
Comet tugged at the corner of his dry, bleeding mouth, and let out a hissing sound like a broken bellows, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Nightfall's restriction was too domineering, even greatly limiting his ability to speak.
Di Lin didn't seem to care whether he could speak or not.
He slowly raised his right hand, and golden light began to gather at his fingertips.
“My child…” Di Lin began, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a metallic, abrasive quality, “Where is he?”
Comet's pupils contracted slightly, but then returned to their stagnant, empty state, even carrying a hint of mockery.
He shook his head with difficulty.
"do not know?"
Di Lin's voice remained calm, but the golden light at his fingertips suddenly surged, and several fine, yet incredibly sharp, golden threads flew out without warning, piercing deeply into Hui's body...