novelaction Chapter 1055: Last Wish
Chapter 1055: Last Wish
Hearing Jiang Yantian's words, Fairy Lingyin felt a tightness in her chest.
His glassy pupils reflected his current state as he lay sprawled on the recliner.
His whole body was shrouded in an aura of death, like a withered leaf about to decay.
The remaining breath was like broken, wispy threads.
"Is your wife... no longer here?" she asked.
"Um....."
"Cough...cough cough..."
Jiang Yantian suddenly started coughing violently.
Dark blood foam spilled from the corner of his lips.
He struggled to open his eyelids and looked at the Fairy Lingyin before him, a layer of mist rising in his unfocused gaze.
"How...how are you...?" Fairy Lingyin was somewhat at a loss.
Jiang Yantian shook his head: "Fairy..."
His voice was faint and broken in the wind, yet it penetrated her ears precisely.
"I hope you won't take offense at my earlier offense. This fish... was caught for my wife..."
Fairy Lingyin nodded: "I know, I don't blame you, it's just... it's just..."
She slowly took out an Ice Soul Rejuvenation Pill, seemingly intending to give it to Jiang Yantian.
Jiang Yantian was still pretending to be dead.
He murmured repeatedly, "When she was alive... she loved to eat... fish..."
Jiang Yantian's breathing became heavier, his blood-stained fingertips trembling as he pointed towards the churning vortex.
"They say...the newly blossoming Jade Flower...is the best ingredient for simmering in soup..."
He suddenly gave a bleak smile.
A hint of tenderness appeared on his lifeless face.
"How hateful is the way of Heaven... that she... didn't even have time for a final bowl of fish soup..."
As he spoke, Jiang Yantian muttered to himself.
My dearest Wan Ning, I love you. Your husband has to say you're dead so that we can have more children.
The fairy spirit dug her fingertips deep into her palm.
She looked at the withered, deathly aura that seemed to solidify into a tangible form emanating from the man.
Then listen to his heart-wrenching "last words".
The last shred of doubt was completely shattered.
His own angry strike became the final straw that broke the back of this devoted lover!
"I...I really didn't know...I hit too hard..."
Her throat tightened, and for the first time, her usually cool voice was tinged with panic.
Her icy fingernails held the pill to his lips.
"Take this to protect your heart!"
The pale blue pill radiated boundless vitality.
It was the "Ice Soul Resurrection Pill" that she had spent three thousand years refining.
Jiang Yantian lowered his eyes and glanced at the pills.
But he shook his head sadly, saying, "It's no use..."
His gaze drifted to the falling petals: "To die... in the rain of flowers she loved so much... that would be... a perfect ending..."
Lingyin Fairy gasped for breath.
Jiang Yantian looked up at the horizon.
The longing and despair surging in those unfathomable black eyes were so real.
It was so real that it made her heart ache.
The loneliness of living alone and avoiding the world for many years now strangely resonated with the sorrow of this stranger.
She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
"Fairy..."
Jiang Yantian suddenly turned his gaze back, his unfocused pupils fixed on her face.
With the dazed and stubborn quality unique to the dying: "You...you really look like her..."
He struggled to raise his hand, his withered fingertips hovering half an inch above her cheek.
It fell slumped down again.
"I could have defended myself when you attacked just now!"
"But seeing your eyes and your face, I almost thought...it was her who came to pick me up..."
The Fairy of Spiritual Sound suddenly straightened her back.
The man's burning gaze was fixed on her lips.
An area that no one has dared to desecrate for years is now being stared at like this.
They should be furious.
But when you look at his ashen face, all the rebukes get stuck in your throat.
"You really look alike, so I was momentarily distracted and that's why I was hit. It's not your fault!"
Jiang Yantian gave a bitter laugh: "To...to die by your hand...is for the best..."
The words have not yet fallen.
His eyelashes trembled, and his body suddenly surged with deathly aura.
It was as if the last lamp of the soul was about to go out!
The fairy Lingyin felt extremely guilty after hearing his words.
A fairy who wouldn't even let someone kill a fish is naturally soft-hearted.
"Do not talk!"
Lingyin Fairy no longer cared about the separation between men and women.
She suddenly leaned down and grabbed his wrist.
The moment her cool fingertips touched his skin, a vast, hidden power, like a starry sea, shook her soul.
But before she could examine it closely, the meridians she touched in her palm had already been severed inch by inch like withered vines!
Jiang Yantian could decide how to make himself, it was entirely up to him.
But for Fairy Lingyin, this meant her imminent demise.
"Do you...do you have any last wishes?" Her voice trembled slightly.
"Last wish?" Jiang Yantian shook his head: "It's alright, I disturbed the fairy's cultivation, how could I dare mention any last wish..."
"Fairy, you should leave. Let me watch this scenery as I slowly fade away!"
"However, after I perish, I hope the fairy will bury me in a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains. There's no need to build a monument; just leave me there!"
"Why...why are you so pessimistic...I also bear some responsibility for this." Fairy Lingyin's voice trembled.
Jiang Yantian paused for a moment, then... then I would like to have fish soup again.
Without hesitation, Fairy Lingyin nodded.
She raised her hand, took out a pill, and put it into Jiang Yantian's mouth.
"I'll take you back to the island!"
Jiang Yantian obediently swallowed it.
His gaze remained fixed on her cherry lips, which were so close to his.
The pale pink hue opened and closed slightly with her rapid breathing.
A cool, subtle fragrance mixed with the scent of medicine lingered around the tip of the nose.
Want to kiss!
Fairy Lingyin paid no attention to any of this.
She's already gone fishing.
He raised his hand and flipped it over, slamming a palm into the water.
Soon a large, fat fish flew up.
The fish landed on the deck of the small boat, its mouth opening and closing as if to say, "You're so great, so aloof..."
Without the slightest hesitation, Fairy Lingyin raised her hand and rolled it up.
They took Jiang Yantian, along with his recliner, and carried him away.
It transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the island.
For her, who was unaware of the situation, every second counted.
Jiang Yantian was taken to a very beautiful courtyard.
She was also covered with a layer of shimmering, iridescent ice silk mattress.
His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and he looked like he was on the verge of death, his soul about to dissipate.
"You rest first, I...I'll make fish soup..."
Fairy Lingyin actually doesn't know how.
She had no idea how long it had been since she had eaten.
The mouth and stomach have completely disappeared.
Now that I suddenly have to cook, I feel a bit flustered.
While she was struggling with how to make fish soup.
Jiang Yantian had already used his divine sense to communicate with the Reclusive Immortal Palace.
"My ladies, tonight your husband will be fishing all night long..."
Her women naturally understand.
Fishing is real, but what kind of fish is another matter.
Long Wanning and the others responded, "Husband, take good care of her!"
"......"
"Nonsense, I'm just here to fish..."
After speaking with his woman, Jiang Yantian looked at Fairy Lingyin again.
At this moment, her dark hair was slightly disheveled, and the sleeves of her silk dress were casually rolled up, revealing half of her fair wrist.
The fish had already been caught by her.
The most important thing now is still cooking.
How about we change it to another path?
No no no.
She still did it herself.
After all that, Jiang Yantian really wanted to slap himself.
Damn it, why did you suddenly ask for fish soup?
This woman can't cook at all.
There was nothing I could do but endure it.
After a while.
When a pot of "Biluohua Stewed Silver Scale Snow Fish Soup" that was somewhere between burnt and half-cooked was finally ready.
Fine beads of sweat had appeared on Fairy Lingyin's forehead.
Her hands, holding the jade bowl, trembled slightly.
The soup contained dark-colored fish and mushy flower petals.
"I....."
Her cold voice betrayed despair: "I didn't do a good job..."