Crossing the Sauvignon Blanc

Chapter 119: All the calculations are in vain

"Master Tushan, what are your plans next?"

Miao Pu didn't know what to do. In the vast ocean, where could she find her lady?

"I want to go find her. I must find her. She has no spiritual power and is alone. How can I be at ease?"

Hidden in the shadows, Miao Pu didn't notice Tu Shanjing's frantic gaze. He had nothing left now, only her. They were married, so she was his. How could he be worse than a dead person? Dead, yes! He knew where she was!

Tu Shanjing stood up in a panic, and with tears on his face, he said to Miao Pu: "I know where she is. I want to go find her. Do you want to come with me?"

Miaopu and Zuo'er nodded at the same time, but Zuo'er looked at Tushan Jing with a deeper look. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just pulled Miaopu to prevent her from getting too close to Tushan Jing.

Although he knew that Xiangliu died on the island, he didn't know where exactly, so he could only keep changing directions to search.

Tu Shanjing returned to the room inside the ship, adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror, and tried to smile gently, but his eyes were full of sadness. Suddenly he became sad, then dark and crazy, and finally he looked pitiful because he had lost something important.

"Look, don't you hate to see me like this? As long as I become like this, you will soften your heart and stay with me, even if the other person is that evil nine-headed demon, or the brother you care about the most, as long as I am like this, you will accompany me. Everyone hurts me, but you are the only one who cares about me, cares about me, and protects me at the cost of getting hurt and disregarding your reputation. You care about me so much, how can you leave me? Xiaoyao, I don't understand, I really don't understand! Didn't we agree? Go to sea and live in seclusion together. Stay away from everyone who can hurt us. We are the most suitable couple, aren't we? You need my obedience and dependence, I need your care and blood. How can I live without your blood!!! It's all because of you. If it weren't for your brother Xuanxuan, how could I be left with only a tail? You should have taken the initiative to use your blood to make medicine to heal my wounds. You owe me. I've been so good to you and listened to you in everything, but you actually want to run away. What's so good about seeing a dead person? Xiaoyao, wait for me to find you. Once I find you, we will never be separated..."

They sailed on the sea, and half a month passed without realizing it, and they found nothing. Just when everyone wanted to give up, an isolated island appeared in their sight. Everyone was not hopeful, because everyone knew that the place where Xiang Liu died was covered with black smoke and poisonous gas, and the island in front of them looked just desolate from a distance, without any poisonous gas. But they still decided to go closer to take a look.

Tu Shanjing had been exhausted lately. Two villains were constantly fighting in his mind: one was mad and evil, the other was self-pitying and self-destructive. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to control himself. He wanted to find Xiaoyao. He couldn't live without her. He would go crazy. No! He was already crazy!

The three men lowered the boat and slowly rowed towards the island. When they stepped onto the island, they were shocked. Yes, this was the place, but for some reason there was no trace of poison gas here. Only scars were left on the ground, with small mounds of earth slightly bulging. There were no inscriptions, but the turned-over soil with a dark red blood color proved how fierce the battle was here at that time.

Tu Shanjing stumbled, looking around anxiously and desperately, trying to find

"Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao, where are you? You must be here, right? Don't hide anymore. If you want to stay here with him, I'll stay with you too, okay? Xiaoyao, come out. I don't accept a divorce. We've finally come this far, and all our wishes have come true. Why are you leaving? Xiaoyao!..."

Tu Shanjing burst into tears, and his pitiful look made Miaopu feel that the Prince of Qingqiu was so affectionate!

The three of them kept searching, but there was still no sign of Xiaoyao. Miao Pu felt a little discouraged and whispered to Zuo Er, "Do you smell the young lady?"

Zuo Er shook his head and nodded.

"What do you mean?" Miao Pu asked curiously.

“I don’t know, it’s hard to say, maybe it’s gone away, very faint, in that direction.

Miao Pu heard the words and ran in the direction he pointed, but soon, a scream and a cry were heard.

"Miss!"

Tu Shanjing heard the screams and cries, stumbled over and asked, "What's wrong? Did you see Xiaoyao?"

Miao Pu's fingers were shaking, she was crying so hard that she couldn't speak, and she could only point to the words engraved on the tombstone in front of her.

Tu Shanjing looked in the direction she pointed

The Tomb of Xiangliu's Beloved Wife Xiaoyao

Tu Shanjing suddenly laughed, and then burst into laughter.

"Impossible! She cherishes her life so much, how could she die? This must be fake. I don't believe it! I don't believe it!

As he spoke, he rushed forward frantically to dig up the dirt and check. Zuo Er wanted to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by Miao Pu. She didn't want to believe that the young lady was really dead. Even if it was disrespectful, she wanted to see it with her own eyes.

Tu Shanjing ignored the bloody scratches on his hands from the dirt and stones and just kept digging at the dirt. As the dirt became less and less, there seemed to be an ice crystal jade coffin inside. Through the jade coffin, he could vaguely see the green dress that Xiaoyao was wearing when she left.

At this moment, Tu Shanjing became timid. He stumbled back a step and fell to the ground, muttering to himself, "Impossible! How could you die? You promised me, you promised me!"

Miao Pu covered her mouth with her hands. She guessed from Tu Shanjing's reaction that there was really a young lady inside. The tears that had just stopped burst out again, and she grabbed her left arm tightly with both hands.

Zuo Er ignored him and walked straight forward. With a wave of his spiritual power, all the dirt on the ice crystal coffin disappeared, and the jade coffin was revealed intact.

In the crystal jade coffin, a smiling girl lay quietly with her eyes closed. Her hands tightly grasped a scimitar, which pierced the girl's heart. However, the wound on her chest was not a crack, but a semi-arc shape, which was obviously caused by the scimitar bending after it pierced.

"Miss!" Miaomiao couldn't stop crying. Why? They just got married a few days ago, shouldn't they be happy?

Zuo'er watched silently, as if the result of all this was not beyond his expectation. He just quietly supported Miaopu and comforted her silently!

"I don't accept it. Xiaoyao is my wife. She is obviously my wife. Even in death, she is still my wife!"

Tu Shanjing has gone mad. He has nothing left now, only Xiaoyao! Before Zuo'er could react, he was busy taking care of Miaopu, and suddenly he pounced on the coffin and opened it. He wanted to take Xiaoyao away. She was his wife!

The moment the coffin lid opened, just as Tu Shanjing was about to reach out and pick up Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao's body transformed into starlight resembling peach petals, and the scimitar transformed into snowflakes. They entangled with each other and slowly flew into the sky. Not a single peach petal or starlight touched Tu Shanjing's outstretched hand, as if consciously avoiding it...

"Xiaoyao, don't leave. I can't live without you..."

Tu Shanjing crawled forward on his knees, trying to catch a little bit of starlight, but he couldn't touch it at all. He fell to the ground powerlessly, his face covered with tears. He muttered to himself like a madman, and laughed out loud from time to time. Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.