NOVPUB804: Chapter 20: The Demon Child’s Confession_2
804 -20: The Demon Child’s Confession_2
It’s very light, just like a few drops of tears diluted in a bowl of soup.
It’s the same now, she doesn’t understand why she would feel sad for Li Xiaoyu.
If Tang Xian never wakes up, she thinks about how Li Xiaoyu would be in great pain, and Ju Mang also feels somewhat gloomy.
Although the more pressing concern is that with each day Tang Xian remains asleep, the chances of humanity’s victory diminish by that much.
In the following days, Ju Mang became even quieter.
She was also trying hard to find a way to wake Tang Xian up sooner.
Tang Xian still hadn’t woken up.
All his vital signs had already recovered to their peak condition, yet he just couldn’t wake up.
Akasi, Song Que, and Tang Jing, in the days that followed, had already begun to formulate another plan.
For example, how to relocate humanity, but Lin Sen, Yu Xiaozhe and the others encountered some technical difficulties while constructing the teleportation stations on the island.
When it rains, it pours.
It seemed that with Tang Xian’s slumber, everything started to run into all sorts of misfortune.
Tang Jing, being a double agent, also felt some suspicious elements.
The battle that happened in the Sin Snatching Territory, although at the edge of the mining world, was indeed too vast in scale.
The entire Spiritual Purgatory crumbled, and the pervading death fog vanished along with it.
With such a disturbance, the judge would inevitably take notice.
That place which it once dared not approach, now no longer had the aura that frightened it.
The judge would naturally speculate, could it be that the legacy of the Nether Phoenix had been found by someone?
If there was someone who could find it, that person would be none other than Tang Xian, and this was different from the information Tang Jing had given to the judge.
What kind of variables this would bring about in the future, Tang Jing was unable to predict.
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The sixteenth night. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝔬𝔪
The night sky was very brilliant.
Although everyone was busy making weapons, constructing defensive structures, some of the elderly who couldn’t participate were doing some things to satisfy people’s need for entertainment, considering it as making the best of a bad situation.
There were no fireworks inside the Pyramid.
Because any firework that went off under the ceiling 600 meters above, no matter how splendid, seemed lifeless.
After leaving the Pyramid, an old man who was originally in charge of gunpowder regulation finally created fireworks on this day.
This thing that was once used to express celebration hadn’t bloomed in this world’s night sky for hundreds of years.
On this day, the fireworks were magnificent, and under their embellishment, countless couples and friends all looked up at the sky, momentarily forgetting the day’s sorrow and troubles.
Tang Xiaojiu, Qing JiuYu, Tang Feiji, Bai Mansheng, and even Bai Shuang all marveled at the scene.
As myriad beasts, they had never seen such beautiful fireworks.
Zhong Xiuxiu and Shang Lu didn’t stay busy researching how to improve endurance in certain subjects, but instead carried small stools to the balcony to enjoy the fireworks in the sky.
Song Que and Qiao Shanshan walked down the street, one not knowing what to say, and the other not knowing how to respond.
But not long after, both of them suddenly paused, not sure who it was that suddenly shouted “Happy New Year” towards the night sky.
Thus, the nature of humans as echo chambers was exposed once again.
Before long, people from various strongholds, familiar or not, were wishing each other a “Happy New Year” on the streets.
Perhaps a tradition that hadn’t appeared in hundreds of years emerged once again.
The fireworks continued to bloom in the sky, reminding people of some history that once unfolded on this land.
In this world, it wasn’t New Year’s Day, yet everyone’s mood blossomed like the fireworks.
Ju Mang and Tang Jing sat on the steps of the laboratory.
“It’s so beautiful, it’s a shame we may not have such a wonderful world in the future,” Ju Mang said.
Tang Jing didn’t speak; he just envied these people who were unaware of the truth, probably thinking that as long as they left the Pyramid, as long as Baichuan City remained, all the glory would eventually be restored.
Ju Mang spoke again:
“Will there be such beautiful scenes in the realm of gods?”
“No, that place indeed changes according to one’s inner desires, but it’s impossible to create something we ourselves have never seen before.”
“Tang Jing, if this world really only has a few dozen days left, then I want to have a name.”
“A name?”
“I don’t want to be called Ju Mang anymore.”
Tang Jing looked at Ju Mang with some surprise.
Ju Mang tilted her head towards the night sky, her eyes filled with a touch of longing.
From Tang Jing’s perspective, beneath that dark green hair, her face had a hint of naive charm.
This wasn’t a temperament that belonged to Ju Mang.
But people aren’t machines, immutable.
“Tang Xian will wake up.
I apologize for that joke I made the other day; his cockroach-like luck will surely bring him back.
His talent for naming is awful; I don’t want to be called Tang Huya.
Give me a name,” Ju Mang turned her head, her eyes wide as she looked at Tang Jing.
Tang Jing had never seen Ju Mang like this before, and he instinctively nodded.
But finding such a name was not easy on the spot.
Thankfully, the night was long, and the two erstwhile Sons of Order had time for a lengthy chat.
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Tonight, Li Xiaoyu is still very busy.
Tang Xian’s coma caused many matters to be put on hold, yet the problems in Baichuan City continue to increase.
From morning until now, she had a lot of things to do and still hadn’t rested.
Li Xiaoyu brought over a basin of hot water, soaked the towel and then gently wrung it out before softly wiping Tang Xian’s forehead and cheeks.
She had done this a few days before, and even found it amusing to herself.
She had thought that whatever Tang Xian did to her, she could easily accept it, but when actually doing something for him, she still blushed.
