Chapter 159 Tears of the Beast

Chapter 159 Tears of the Beast

"medicine……"

With that murmur, the suffocating pure blackness in Pei Yunjing's eyes finally began to recede like a tide.

The pupils, which had been filled with killing and hallucinations, regained that familiar, yet deeply bewildered, dark red.

It was like a drowning person finally breaking through a thick layer of ice and breathing in the first cold, piercing air.

The world is no longer distorted.

The deafening sound of war drums, though still present, no longer seemed to explode in one's brain; instead, it became distant and indistinct.

Pei Yunjing blinked his dry eyes, his gaze gradually focusing.

He saw it clearly, saw the face so close to his, forehead touching his.

That's not a demon, that's... a pear tree.

She's that little woman who's usually most afraid of pain, and who'll groan for ages if she even gets a cut on her finger.

But now, her face was covered in blood, blood from her nose mixed with tears, making her look like a discarded rag doll.

Pei Yunjing's gaze shifted downwards.

He saw the bloody hole in her left arm, and even more so, the deep, bone-revealing cut on her left cheek, slashed open by sword energy.

That was... a wound inflicted by the "Delusion-Slaying" sword, the sword energy he was most familiar with.

boom--!

In an instant, all the fragments of memory flooded back into his mind like a torrent.

He pushed her away... He raised his sword... He swung it down at her...

"Tang...Tangli?"

Pei Yunjing opened his mouth, and the sound he made was hoarse and rough, as if he had swallowed a handful of burning charcoal.

His fingers trembled violently as he tried to touch the wound on her face, but froze in mid-air.

I dare not touch her; he did it. He's the one who hurt her like this.

"It's me..."

Looking into his eyes, which had finally regained their senses, Tang Li finally relaxed, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Your Highness...you're finally back..."

"Hmm!"

Pei Yunjing felt as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out.

A tremendous, unbearable wave of regret and lingering fear instantly shattered the last ounce of his inner strength.

The ferocious power that had sustained him as he charged through enemy lines vanished the moment he recognized her.

"Thump!"

Pei Yunjing's knees buckled, and this once invincible war god of the Great Sheng Dynasty collapsed like a mountain, kneeling heavily in the snow.

"Your Highness!"

Tang Li exclaimed in surprise and knelt down as well, preventing him from collapsing on the cold snow.

She reached out her still-bleeding arm, grabbed his head, and pulled his heavy body tightly into her embrace.

"It's alright...it's alright..."

She cried as she rubbed her chin against his blood-stained head, as if comforting a child who had gotten into trouble and was at a loss.

Pei Yunjing leaned against her chest, listening to her rapid heartbeat.

Warm liquid slid down the corner of his eye, incredibly hot.

Those are the tears of a wild beast.

"I hurt you..."

He buried his face in her arms, his body convulsing uncontrollably, his voice filled with desperate self-loathing:

"I actually... hurt you..."

He vowed to protect her, he vowed to keep her safe behind him.

But in the end, it was he who swung the knife at her.

"It's not your fault...it's really not your fault..."

Tang Li hugged him tightly, feeling as if her heart was about to break.

The wind and snow howled around them, as if singing a final lament.

In this valley littered with corpses, the two blood-soaked figures embracing each other appear so small and so desolate.

...

"Slap, slap, slap."

A sudden and jarring applause erupted from above the blocked valley entrance, shattering the tragic scene.

"That's really touching."

Tuoba Xiao rode on the back of the White Wolf King, looking down at the two people at the bottom of the valley who were already at their last gasp.

He looked at the corpses scattered on the ground—the bodies of his twenty elite assassins. Although his heart ached, seeing Pei Yunjing in this half-dead state made it all worthwhile.

"I never expected that the regent of Dasheng would be such a romantic."

Tuoba Xiao's lips curled into a cruel sneer, his eyes revealing murderous intent.

Now that Pei Yunjing has regained consciousness, we can't wait any longer.

Strike while the iron is hot and kill him!

"Since you two are so in love..."

Tuoba Xiao slowly raised his hand. Behind him, countless Northern Rong archers drew their bows taut, arrows aimed at the two figures embracing in the valley below.

"Then I will do a good deed."

"I'll send you all on your way!"

"Release the arrows!"

As he swung his hand down.

A hail of arrows, like locusts swarming across the land, accompanied by deathly howls, rained down on the two defenseless individuals!