nashuaworldcup Chapter 218 In the end, one could not catch up with that departing figure, and could not fully expre
Chapter 218 In the end, one could not catch up with that departing figure, and could not fully expre
Long Ling'er spoke first: "We have no choice, we can't get out either."
Long Xingyun then looked at Yu Jie: "Jie'er, I know..."
Yu Jie finally couldn't hold back and vomited violently, throwing up all the spiritual tea and the seafood she had eaten with Zhong Lingxin at noon.
Long Xingyun stepped forward: "Jie'er..."
Yu Jie took a step back, waving her hands wildly: "Don't come any closer, you're making me feel nauseous!"
Long Xingyun's expression changed, and he dejectedly lowered his hand.
Yes, Yu Jie had long forbade him from touching her, her reason being that seeing him made her feel nauseous.
Zhong Lingxin sighed and took out the Phoenix Zither.
Today, the old lady of the Long family and Long Lao Er's three sons must be killed.
She also wanted to kill Long Xingyun, a man blindly devoted to his parents, because his blind filial piety had caused the deaths of so many people!
The Long family, which was doing so well, has gotten itself into so much trouble because of him, and has ended up going around in circles on the three inner islands twice.
However, for the sake of Long Ling'er and for Long Xingyu who still needs to stay on Dragon Island, it is not appropriate to kill Long Xingyun in front of them.
Then let's send him a song called "Unfinished Love," and hopefully he won't feel any regret after listening to it.
The zither music began softly, followed by Zhong Lingxin's ethereal yet suppressed voice, filled with pain: "They say lovers will all be united, but why are the two stars separated by the Milky Way? Though our hearts are connected, we are destined to part like swallows flying in opposite directions. If only I had known our spring dreams would end in vain, I would have preferred never to have met you. So much hatred, so much resentment, the greatest suffering in the world is that of a lover. Step by step, I cannot chase after the departing figure; every word I utter cannot express the unfinished love..."
Long Xingyun was pale and swaying. He looked up at Yu Jie again.
Yes, step by step, I can't catch up with that departing figure; each cry can't express the unfinished feelings...
A departing figure, an unfinished love...
But what's the use? In the end, we've come to this point. In the end, we can't catch up with that departing figure, and we can't express all the unfinished feelings!
An unfinished love story!
He's outrageous!
He knew his wife hated him, his son hated him, his granddaughter hated him, and even his daughter, who had just returned to the island, wouldn't even glance at him.
The whole family hates him, hates him, hates him...
But what can he do?
He can't just strangle his mother with a rope!
He couldn't get rid of his plague-ridden mother, and he couldn't escape his biased mother.
He was incompetent, he was in pain, and he hated himself...
The zither music stopped and the song ceased.
Zhong Lingxin released her control over Old Madam Long.
Old Madam Long pointed at Zhong Lingxin and cursed wildly, "You lowly servant, how dare you oppress me! How dare you oppress me! Long Xingyun, go and kill this lowly servant! Kill this lowly servant!"
Seeing that Boss Long was distraught and unresponsive to her words, Old Madam Long panicked and pushed Long Xingyun hard again, urging him to hurry up and kill Zhong Lingxin.
Long Xingyun murmured, "...the departing figure...the unfinished love..." His heart sank inch by inch.
Madam Long pushed him with great force, knocking him to the ground.
Zhong Lingxin sighed. "Then let's arrange for him to play the erhu pieces 'Jiang He Shui' and 'Er Quan Ying Yue' as well. 'Jiang He Shui' begins with a low note, the melody rising four times in succession, bursting forth with grief and indignation, a layered progression of despair, desolation, and helplessness. 'Er Quan Ying Yue' is plaintive and poignant, expressing Long Xingyun's helpless struggle against his tragic fate, possessing a deep, restrained sorrow and bitterness."
Unfortunately, she doesn't have a good erhu yet, so she can only use a phoenix zither instead.
Long Xingyun, who was lying on the ground trying to get up, was kicked hard by his good mother, who urged him to hurry up and kill Zhong Lingxin.
Then another mournful melody began to play.
This time, without Zhong Lingxin's backing vocals, the despair and desolate helplessness slowly enveloped Long Xingyun, layer upon layer.
The old lady Long screamed and kicked wildly, as if accompanying the sound of the phoenix zither. Long Xingyun could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood, slowly collapsing to the ground. Two lines of red tears of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Madam Long panicked.
Is Long Xingyun going to die?
Long Xingyu, Long Yulian, and Long Ling'er also panicked and wanted to ask Zhong Lingxin to stop playing.
Yu Jie raised her hand to stop her children and said softly, "They won't die!"
Zhong Lingxin sighed softly. Yu Jie had completely given up on Long Xingyun. Looking at Long Xingyun from the perspective of an outsider, she naturally knew that he was not dead yet.
Long Xingyu, Long Yulian, and Long Ling'er all quieted down.
They really wouldn't bother helping him as long as his father didn't die.
The music of the zither continued to flow, plaintive and sorrowful.
The old lady Long's angry cursing and kicking continued unabated.
Gradually, Old Madam Long became more and more panicked...
What should she do?
The second brother of the dragon is dead, and the eldest brother of the dragon can no longer be relied upon.
The three sons of Long Lao Er are also likely to meet a grim fate.
Oh, and there's also Boss Long's son and daughter, and one of his granddaughters.
Damn it, all three of them were standing next to that wretched maid, watching me panic and make a fool of myself.
Those three damned little beasts, once today is over, she will definitely find a way to torture them to death.
But right now, she still begs them, begs them to beg that lowly maid to let her go.
Old Madam Long looked up at Long Xingyu. Only Long Xingyu was willing to bow respectfully to her when she saw her and call her "Grandmother." She pleaded, "Xingyu, Xingyu, please save me! I am your grandmother, your dear grandmother!"
Long Xingyu turned his head away, ignoring Madam Long's pleas.
Helpless, Madam Long could only look at Long Ling'er again: "Ling'er, Ling'er, please save your great-grandmother, please save your great-grandmother..."
Long Ling'er looked at her grandfather, who was lying on the ground, and sneered: "You've already killed your own son, I'm afraid you'll kill me one day too. I don't dare to save you!"
Madam Long panicked and made a move to kneel on the ground.
Long Ling'er pulled her father and aunt, and they slipped into the inner hall, closing the door behind them.
Zhong Lingxin smiled; this was a clever way to deceive oneself.
She also inadvertently noticed that Long Xingyun, who was lying on the ground, secretly glanced at the closed door and continued to lie on the ground pretending to be dead.
Zhong Lingxin was depressed.
So, although Long Xingyun was a little stimulated, he didn't show it as much as he thought.
Indeed, how could a dignified Mahayana cultivator be so easily provoked by a mere Nascent Soul cultivator?
Only Old Madam Long and her three foolish sons, Long the Second, were so concerned that they failed to notice Long Xingyun's abandonment of his duties.
Zhong Lingxin was frustrated; she had put on a show for so long, only to be used by someone else.
Let them use it if they want.
This matter must be resolved today.
Wasn't Madam Long feeling anxious?
Let's give her a "House of Flying Daggers" performance.
However, I don't have a pipa, so I'll have to trouble the phoenix zither again.
Phoenix Qin proudly raised its head, thinking, "This is a trivial matter; I can handle it all by myself!"
The music, like a sudden storm, resounded, striking at Old Madam Long's heart, leaving her disoriented and confused, as if countless swords were slashing at her...