The Sweetness of the Seventies-Chapter 986 - 955: Strange Dreams

Only at this moment did Huo Yingjie silently thank the Little Spirit Snake in his heart!

Without the Little Spirit Snake, he wouldn’t know when he could’ve reunited with He Tiantian again.

However, as a repayment, he had already imparted some secret techniques to the Little Spirit Snake, who could now roam unimpeded in the Demon Realm.

"That’s great," Huo Yingjie whispered, "Alright, you need to get up early tomorrow, let’s rest early tonight."

Thinking of the intense craziness in the back hill last night, Huo Yingjie was very satisfied and wanted to experience it again, but considering that He Tiantian had to get up early tomorrow to shop and prepare for the banquet, which was going to be exhausting, he decided not to bother her any further.

"Mm, let’s rest early," He Tiantian coquettishly said, "Hold me!"

"Alright!" Huo Yingjie bent down slightly and gently picked her up in a princess carry, even making a turn around the room.

"Ha ha!" He Tiantian giggled, "Okay, stop fooling around."

Even after being married for such a long time, He Tiantian would still act coquettishly and haughtily in private, just as she used to, serving as a personal amusement between the two of them.

It wasn’t just He Tiantian who acted this way; Huo Yingjie, who was usually taciturn, serious, and cold in front of others, became overbearing, passionate, crazy, and proud when they were alone...

Their love for each other did not fade with the passage of time, but instead grew hotter and more intense.

He Tiantian understood that all she needed to do was be a woman who was cherished. She looked up to her man, yet was the one his beloved man held dear in his palm.

That was enough.

In her dreams, He Tiantian ran through the lush hills at the back mountain, followed by Huo Yingjie, leaving behind their laughter and their harvest in the stream.

Each mountain peak, every green tree, and all the bright flowers seemed to be witnesses to their love.

Finally, the scene shifted to a snow-capped mountain crest high in the clouds, the snow a blanket of white, with snowflakes drifting down.

A woman in red danced atop the snowy peak, her garments fluttering, her movements graceful and enchanting.

In her eyes, affection brimmed.

Not far away, on another mountain peak, stood an exceptionally handsome man in black. With tenderness on his face, he played the flute, its sound mournful and distant, yet because of the person opposite him, the melody carried joyful and affectionate notes.

The dance was graceful!

The flute playing was tender!

The beauty was like a painting, the flute’s song like a lament!

Their affection knew no end!

The scene changed again, and the man in black, with a sword on his back, departed, his aura brimming with overwhelming battle intent, his long hair tracing fierce lines through the air.

The woman in red behind him reached out wanting to clutch at the distant figure, but he was already gone, leaving only her tears.

Between them, only the cold wind lingered.

It sounded bleak, somewhat mournful.

The woman’s eyes, clouded by tears, could not see the receding silhouette clearly. She hurriedly wiped away her tears, but the silhouette that had occupied her thoughts had disappeared.

He was gone.

He left for his responsibilities.

But what about her?

Unable to hold onto him, she could only keep him in her heart, forever, forever...

A new scene came forth: the woman was still dressed in red, but no longer in her flowing dance costume. Instead, she wore a majestic and dignified wedding dress.

Surrounded by jubilant people, well-wishers came in a never-ending stream.

In stark contrast to the joyous crowds was the woman under the red bridal veil, her tears washing away the makeup on her face, leaving twin trails on her cheeks.

Even in her dreams, He Tiantian could feel the woman’s sorrow, heartache, and profound longing...

The woman murmured to herself.

He’s dead?

The woman immediately shook her head, as if unwilling to believe it.

He said he would come to marry her.

And he definitely would come back.

But as the sound of the ceremonial drum filled her ears, did the woman lose herself in a moment of distraction, a flicker of doubt?

Would he still come?

Could he still make it in time?

In this life, in this world, she just wanted to be with him, to dance for him at the summit of the snowy mountain.

A man was supposed to come to claim his bride, and as the woman wept, she boarded the bridal sedan.

But he broke his promise.

She couldn’t bring herself to hate him, and could only hate her own powerlessness to resist it all...

But she firmly believed if he didn’t come, perhaps he truly was dead.

If he was dead, she had no desire to continue living alone in this world.

He had been alone for so many years; she couldn’t bear the thought of him being alone any longer, so even in death, she wanted to be by his side.

She had once heard a verse from the humans, which she kept close to her heart.

"Since you left, for whom does the treasure mirror shine? Thinking of you is like the Lo River’s flow, forever with a sobbing sound." freewēbnoveℓ.com

As the wedding ceremony was underway, the groom transformed into the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch, a wave of dark energy enveloped the entire hall, followed by an extremely arrogant and wild laughter.

"You’ve angered me; you all shall die!" A deafening voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

People in the hall and the yard, weakened by the dark energy, could only look in horror at the figure high above them.

My God, it was the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch, Demon Night.

This once-in-a-millennium genius of the Demon Realm!

The woman did not resist; she simply lay on the ground, thinking that if death was inevitable, the manner of dying mattered little...

The Thousand Eye Demon Monarch began a massacre, turning immortals into ghosts beneath his hands.

These souls, eroded by the blackness, vanished without a trace between heaven and earth.

"Today is the day you die," declared a man as he arrived, "Let the others go, and we shall duel."

"Heh, I’ve stolen your beloved and yet you side with them, such grand benevolence! Wahaha..." The man laughed arrogantly. "Changling, you’re a coward, a complete coward. You couldn’t even protect your own woman; I despise you!"

The Thousand Eye Demon Monarch, seemingly mad, continued his killing spree.

The Changling Supreme God’s sword, unsheathed from behind him, sent out beams of light that pierced towards the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch, and the black energy in the hall began to dissipate under the brilliant sword light.

The woman in red lying on the ground, hearing the approaching man’s voice, mustered all her strength, lifted the red veil from her head, and looked towards the man she longed for day and night.

He had come.

She knew he would come.

The man’s gaze fell on the woman in red, his face showing traces of sorrow.

This glaring red dress was so irritating to the eye.

But all that could wait until after he had killed the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch.

However, the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch had obtained a magical treasure, and his power had greatly increased.

Changling used to have a slight edge over the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch, but now the two were evenly matched, with no clear superior.

Seeing he was about to fall into disadvantage, the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch drew forth his lifebound treasure, the Thousand Eyes Sky-Piercing Mirror, and in an instant, the whole sky was filled with glinting silver eyes.

Changling, blinded by the silver light before him, didn’t notice the demon blade speeding towards him...

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Once the Thousand Ages Demon Blade was drawn, it would slay everything in its path.

The only one capable of contending with the Thousand Eye Demon Monarch, the Changling Supreme God, was about to be annihilated.

In a battle between masters, victory and defeat were decided in the blink of an eye.