1430: C1430

C1430

1"Ming Lang, are you trying to fight for 'those people'?"

A cold light flashed in Bo Yuheng's cold eyes. That light was like a blade or a sword as it flew straight towards Ming Lang.

The sea breeze was getting stronger.

The waves that were rushing towards the reef sent up a huge splash.

Both of them were wet.

"I'm not trying to fight for them. I'm trying to fight for them."

After Ming Lang said this, he walked forward and headed towards the only villa on the island.

Some of the guards quickly followed.

In the distance, a few seagulls flew across the surface of the sea, their cries somewhat mournful and cold.

Bo Yuheng stood with his hands behind his back, facing the sea.

Ming Lang returned to the mansion, leaving him alone.

The salty air gradually surrounded him, and the corners of his eyes were wet.

The smell of the sea was like tears.

But not tears.

Bo Yuheng, who had walked step by step to this day, had his tear ducts closed.

He could never shed tears.

He had long since forgotten when he had started crying.

Perhaps it was five years old, or perhaps he was three years old, or perhaps after he was born and let out that cry, he had never cried again.

Everyone said that he was naturally cold and ruthless.

Nan Huaijin and him were like heaven and earth.

The difference in personality caused his father to lean towards Nan Huaijin.

How could someone as strong as him accept his younger brother's position and become the person standing at the top of the pyramid?

He plotted and planned step by step.

He forced Nan Huaijin to give up the opportunity to become an Ascendant.

Unexpectedly, even to this day, he still failed.

A complete defeat.

He gave up his love for power.

He sacrificed his wife for power.

In order to gain power, he used his own child.

He would never be able to obtain forgiveness for all sorts of mistakes in his life.

Was he going to spend the rest of his life in penance?

No.

Even if he lost, his strong self-respect would not allow him to do so.

Bo Yuheng frowned as he looked at the endless sea.

Where is the end of the sea?

This question was something that the eighteen year old Helan Jing had once asked him.

He clearly remembered his answer at that time.

Jing, just like the sea has no end, my love for you has no end.

These words resonated around Bo Yuheng once again. It was as if there was a pair of invisible hands in the salty air, giving him two tight slaps.

There was no end to what he said, but only a short four years.

The waves kept crashing against the rocks, and more and more water splashed onto Bo Yuheng's face. His vision slowly turned blurry.

In the hazy light, Helan Jing's faint smile that was like a pear impressively appeared.

She pursed her lips.

"Ah Heng, have you been well all these years?"

"Jing …"

Bo Yuheng looked at her, and after calling her in a low voice, he was unable to answer her question.

Is he well?

Okay?

All right.

Ever since he had returned from the Yunjing, the power in his hands grew greater and greater, and the amount of wealth he had accumulated grew more and more. More and more nobles and women were fighting for him.

Among those women was Gu Liancheng's second wife.

When he was drunk, he relaxed.

When he woke up, he felt guilty for a short time. After all, she was his good friend's wife.

However, this feeling of remorse didn't exist for long.

He found out that Gu Liancheng, who already had a wife and children, was actually involved with Du Kou.

After that, Gu Yanran was born.

He didn't know if Gu Liancheng really didn't know, or if he pretended not to know. In fact, he treated Gu Yanran even better than his other two biological daughters.

However, Gu Yanran's mother had passed away in disappointment after falling sick from a terrible cold.

Bo Yuheng realized that his train of thoughts had gotten a bit distant, so he quickly pulled it back.

Okay?

Not good.

Because ever since he had returned from the Yunjing, he had never been happy again, even when he entered the Qingyun Stage and became the supreme king.

He knew he was unhappy.

He was not happy that he had married the right wife.

Yuwen Nansheng was gentle and elegant, and she was extremely well-mannered.

But he did not love her.

His love, had been left in the Yunjing, for Helan Jing.

His despicable words had incited Lin Yifei to pursue Helan Jing, but his heart was frantic.

On the day of Lin Yifei and Helan Jing's wedding, he locked himself in his room and got drunk.

Then Lin Ange was born.

She was his daughter, he knew, but he could only hear her calling for someone else's father.

That complicated and furious mood almost made him lose control and kill one of his men.

Year after year, he spent his days in such a capricious mood.

Until he finally became like this.

"Ah Heng, do you know where the end of the sea is?"

Helan Jing asked him once again.

"…"

He did not say anything, but only shook his head slightly. The water that had splashed on his face was like tears that slowly flowed down.

A sharp pain ran across the corner of his mouth.

He tasted tears again.

Salty and slightly bitter.

There was a faint smell of rust.

"Ah Heng, let me tell you, the end of the sea is heaven …"

Helan Jing's voice was very soft, and the smile on her face was faint.

"Heaven?!"

Bo Yuheng's cold gaze suddenly tightened as a hint of grayish color instantly emerged in his eyes.

"Yes, the end of the sea is heaven, a heaven full of flowers."

Helan Jing repeated herself.

The wind blew her long hair and clothes, making her look like a fairy.

"Ah Heng, if you're not happy in this world, why don't you come with me to heaven?"

Helan Jing looked at him indifferently, her smile becoming more and more gentle.0

"…"

Bo Yuheng did not say anything. Unknowingly, he slowly clenched his fists until they turned a frightening white.

"Ah Heng, come …"

Helan Jing held out her hand to him, a white jade bracelet still hanging from her wrist.

that was a keepsake from the Helan Family.

Bo Yuheng clearly remembered that after the accident, that white jade bracelet broke into two. Now, why was she wearing it on her wrist again?

"Jing …"

"Ah Heng, I don't blame you. "Come, come with me to heaven …"

Helan Jing was still smiling at him, her hand moving closer and closer to him.

"..."

After returning to the mansion, Ming Lang, who was drinking tea, suddenly heard the guard's exclamation.

"Mister Ming, this is bad. The hall has plunged into the sea …"

"What?!"

Clang!

The blue and white porcelain tea cup in Ming Lang's hand suddenly fell out of his hand onto the tea table. The tea burned the back of his hand.

"Hurry up and send someone to save him."

"Someone has already been sent to rescue them …"

the guard replied uneasily.

"Let's go."

Ming Lang quickly got up and walked towards the reef that he had just left.

In the blink of an eye, waves billowed out across the sea. It hit the reef again and again, like a roaring beast.

On the horizon, thick black clouds blocked out the sun.

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