GBP Chapter 295 I am not him
Chapter 295 I am not him
In this world, there are always those who are deeply in love, whose feelings arise without knowing why, and who add a rich stroke to the long river of your life.
It took him three years to save her life.
The two lived under the same roof, unaware that they had fallen in love.
Yun Yao slowly woke up, and the first thing she saw was a face that made her want to slap to death; her eyes were full of vigilance.
"What do you want to do?" Yun Yao tried to get up, but found that her limbs were extremely stiff, as if they were not her own.
How long has she been sleeping?
And... this bastard in front of me!
"Yongyu, what exactly do you want! Kill me or torture me as you please, but if you want to humiliate me, you're dreaming!" Yun Yao's beautiful eyes were filled with hatred.
She lost to him because she was less skilled, but if he ever tried to harm her or the Demon Realm, she would rather die than let his evil scheme succeed!
Seeing her wary look, the man shook his head.
"I am not him, I will not do anything to you."
Yun Yao was puzzled. Her stiff limbs remained immobile, and she blinked her star-like eyes.
"What do you mean?" Perhaps because she had just woken up, her voice was a little hoarse.
Instead of answering her question, he said, "Yun Zhouwan, I have guarded you for three years. When you wake up, do you have nothing to say except to question me?" Not even a thank you.
"What right do you have?" Her voice was slightly cold.
He gave a wry smile, walked to the bedside, looked down at her, and before she could speak, bent down and picked her up.
The movements were very practiced, as if he had been repeating the same action for many years.
"Yongyu, what are you doing!"
"Shut up."
"Yongyu, if I recover, the first thing I will do is kill you," Yun Yao said sternly.
"casual."
casual?
Yun Yao was speechless. Even if she didn't want him to hold her, there was nothing she could do. This was a humiliation she had never felt before. But the next second, a bright light pierced her eyes. She squinted, and when she opened her eyes again, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.
Before me lay a lush green landscape dotted with wildflowers, and in the distance, a babbling brook meandered from who-knows-where, filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers—a truly beautiful scene!
Seeing her lost in thought, he gently placed her on a recliner. The sunlight warmed her skin, making her feel incredibly comfortable.
For the past three years, he has done this every day, never once having the thought of giving up on her.
Yun Yao was a smart woman. The scene of that battle was still vivid in her mind. Even she thought she was doomed, but now...
"You saved me?"
"Otherwise, who else in the Six Realms do you think would save you?" They all wished for her death.
Yun Yao was speechless, choked by the remark.
“Yongyu, I should have died by your hand, but what do you mean by this?” Yun Yao decided to give him a chance to explain.
"I'll say it again, I'm not him." He seemed very concerned about this.
"What do you mean?" Yun Yao pressed.
The people not far away were quietly brewing tea, and they didn't say anything.
Since that's the case, Yun Yao didn't bother asking him anymore; he could say whatever he wanted.
She slowly closed her eyes, and began to recall these events in her mind.
She didn't see that when she closed her eyes, a hint of pain flashed across the eyes of that usually calm and collected deity.
The two of them sat there in silence until the sun set.
Yun Yao suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the person who was leaning against the stool reading a book.
He had the exact same face as that bastard Yongyu, but Yunyao always felt that something was wrong, even though they both had that aloof and arrogant demeanor.
He said, "I am not him? Not anyone else? Not the Eternal God Emperor?"
"Are you brothers?" Yun Yao suddenly asked.
Unexpectedly, her words startled a whole flock of birds.
Behind them, the setting sun cast a red glow, and their shadows on the ground appeared exceptionally lonely.
“No,” he said.
"No? Then what is your relationship?" Yun Yao pressed aggressively.
"He is my inner demon." He knew he couldn't hide it from her.
Inner demons? Yun Yao was shocked!
For people like them, who possess supreme status and world-destroying power, the greatest taboo is having impure thoughts. If they can control them, that's fine, but if they can't, their inner demons will amplify their greed infinitely, eventually making them uncontrollable and causing them to break away from their true nature and harm others.
Yun Yao considered countless possibilities, but she never imagined that the God Emperor, who was respected by thousands in the Nine Heavens, was actually a demon in his heart.
But... Emperor Yongyu is guided by the Great Dao, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the most upright person in the world. If he has greed, then the distinction between light and darkness is too ridiculous.
“You…” Yun Yao wanted to ask him, “You already have a supreme position, what else is there to covet?”
But she ultimately didn't ask.
"Was it you that day at the Spirit Spring?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Was it you on the day of divine punishment?" Her voice was somewhat agitated.
"Yes."
Yun Yao fell silent, gazing into the distance with a slight upturn at the corners of her lips.
The inner demon was a manifestation of his true desires, inheriting all his strength and memories. It seems that he used their past to set a trap.
His desire was probably to unify the six realms.
However, once it becomes a mental demon, it means that one's main consciousness is completely different from it, and one must even use very forceful means to erase it.
So why did he suddenly suppress this idea?
Ultimately, it was he who saved me, and judging from his condition, he was in very bad shape, which suggests that he must have expended a lot of energy.
Yun Yao wasn't a heartless person; if he didn't want to talk about it, then she wouldn't ask.
Was I dead before?
"Yes." He said very little.
"So how did you save me?"
He didn't respond again.
Yun Yao smiled and continued to ask, "Is this the mortal realm?"
"Ah."
Indeed, it would be extremely dangerous for the God Emperor to hide anywhere with the Demon Lord; only in this vast sea of people could they find safety.
"This is my hometown."
"I know."
"What's your name?"
To survive in the mortal realm, they must not use any spiritual power, otherwise they will be detected. So for the next three years, they should be no different from ordinary people.
Yun Yao really wanted to know his name in the mortal realm.
He paused for a moment, then slowly raised his head.
"Su Yuchen".
"Su Yuchen? That sounds much better than your title of deity."
"Yes." He thought so too.
"When will I be well?"
"do not know."
"So it can't get better?"
"No," he said with absolute certainty.
"why?"
"No reason?"
……
The two chatted casually. Although he didn't say much, Yun Yao knew he was doing his best.
Putting everything else aside, this is the genuine "Eternal God Emperor"! That cold-hearted god who barely utters a hundred words a year!
A month later, Yun Yao gradually regained sensation in her body, and Su Yuchen helped her exercise.
Six months later, she was in much better health, and he took her sightseeing, making every place they went home.
A year later, her spiritual energy revived.
Yes, it's spiritual energy, the kind of spiritual energy that only immortals can cultivate.
It was then that Yun Yao learned how she had survived.
"Su Yuchen, how much magic power do you have left?" As she spoke, Yun Yao went to examine his spiritual veins.
Those who usually went along with her avoided her hand.
"nothing."