Chapter 988 - 974: Melancholic Style

He heard Su Muyao asking who he was and saw the unfamiliar look in her eyes. He seemed extremely sorrowful, tears falling one by one.

He choked up and said, "I knew it, I knew you forgot me."

"Knowing you have other beast husbands, you’ve already forgotten me."

"If you don’t acknowledge me, what meaning is there for me to live?"

Crying, he somehow produced a dagger and was about to use it on himself.

"Don’t!"

This stance of his really frightened Su Muyao.

Su Muyao quickly reached out, grabbed his wrist, and tried to take the dagger from his hand.

"Since wife doesn’t recognize me, why bother with me?"

Seeing him like this, Su Muyao thought he might not be right in the head.

What she said, he didn’t respond, seemingly immersed in his own world.

Su Muyao had a headache.

She could only patiently explain, "No, I really can’t see your appearance, as if something is blocking me."

"But who exactly are you? You could say a name."

"If I’ve met you, I wouldn’t forget."

This man’s voice indeed had a somewhat familiar feel, but she couldn’t remember where she had seen him before.

"Hand me the dagger first."

Although Su Muyao couldn’t clearly see his appearance, she saw his tears falling.

She really hadn’t seen anyone in this style before, crying just like that.

People she knew weren’t like this.

Impossible to remember.

But first, coax him.

Otherwise, she really didn’t know where this was or how to get out.

Too bizarre.

He choked up and said, "Really, you’re not lying to me?"

Su Muyao nodded vigorously, "Mm-hmm, really, I won’t lie to you."

"You have to believe me."

Su Muyao tried hard to make her gaze look incredibly sincere.

Holding his wrist like that for a while, Su Muyao realized his hand was so cold, unlike a normal person’s temperature.

No, even when Xiao Jihan activates the Ice and Snow Ability, it’s not this cold.

It’s as if he’s not a real person.

Realizing this, every hair on Su Muyao’s body stood on end, goosebumps rising in an instant.

Could it be he’s not human?

Then what is he exactly?

Seeing Su Muyao’s face turn pale, he could only hand the dagger to her.

Su Muyao quickly retracted her hand and hid the dagger away.

Her heartbeat was a little fast, she was startled.

She tried hard to make herself look normal, asking, "What’s your name?"

He paused for a moment and said in a sorrowful tone, "Past names are all illusions."

"Like a dream, like a fantasy."

"Now, call me Meng Qing."

A strange name.

"That Meng Qing, you see, we’re stuck here, surrounded by dense fog. It’s definitely not suitable for living here. How do we get out?"

"After going out, we can find a tribe to survive."

Su Muyao thought it would be best to find a way out first.

He said, "There’s no way out right now."

"Why not?" Su Muyao felt everything here was bizarre; why couldn’t they leave?

Meng Qing wiped his tears and explained softly, "Because I’m seriously injured now and can’t take you out."

"Once I’m healed, I can take you out of here."

Su Muyao was startled, "You’re injured?"

Meng Qing nodded and said, "Yes, perhaps because I’m injured, you can’t see my appearance clearly."

"Or perhaps it’s..."

Perhaps what, he didn’t elaborate.

He looked at Su Muyao and said softly, "I have always missed you, always searched for you, but couldn’t find you. My heart is in pain."

"Here it hurts so much..."

When he said this, his voice was hoarse and choked, laced with a broken and desolate tone, as if he had been hurt and abandoned by her.

Su Muyao felt she couldn’t respond to such words.

She could only change the subject, "Then how can your injury be healed?"

"How about I try to heal you a bit first?"

"I have a Wood Element Ability, but for some reason it’s not working here."

Su Muyao mumbled as she tried to activate the Wood Element Ability within her body, but she just couldn’t manifest it.

He shook his head and said, "It’s useless, my situation is very complicated, those abilities don’t work."

"Then what method would work?"

At this moment, Su Muyao looked at him and noticed that his body seemed even weaker, his breath even fainter.

He looked like he was really about to shatter.

His figure wobbled, as if he wanted to get closer to Su Muyao. "Maybe if wife master hugs me, it will feel much better."

As long as he could sense more of wife master’s aura, the wound would heal a bit.

But before he could hug Su Muyao, his injury became too much to bear, unable to maintain that human form, he directly transformed into a pink cat beast.

Su Muyao watched as Meng Qing turned into a pink cat beast, then looked at his heavily injured appearance, shocked in her heart, "So you were a cat beast."

But still, she had never seen such a pink cat beast.

But she had to admit, though his injuries seemed severe, he was truly beautiful.

Like a pink she-beast cat.

But Su Muyao was certain this person was a male beast cat.

He seemed to have consumed a lot of power speaking earlier, and now in his true form, he curled up and seemed to shiver in pain from his injuries.

Su Muyao had no resistance to this type of beast.

Seeing him injured like this and still trembling, her heart ached, "Are you okay?"

She tried hard to activate her Wood Element Ability, seemingly able to bring out a bit, and hurriedly used it to heal his injuries.

But it was no use, she discovered the wounds on his body were still bleeding, but what came out looked like a red glow rather than actual blood.

"What... what’s happening here?"

Why is his physical condition so special?

He whimpered weakly, "It’s no use, wife master, just hug me, it will feel a bit better."

"It’s true."

Su Muyao thought for a moment, then still decided to lift the pink cat up.

She reached out carefully to touch the fur on his body, and although he seemed severely injured, when touching him, it was as if the injuries were automatically overlooked.

As she held him and continued to touch his body, some of his minor injuries began to slowly heal.

Su Muyao was truly amazed witnessing this scene.

What exactly is this creature?

She couldn’t help but want to throw him on the ground.

Perhaps sensing the stiffness in Su Muyao’s body, he trembled and said, "Wife master, don’t be afraid, I won’t harm you."

"It’s just that my injuries are quite special."

His condition was also special.

Su Muyao still put him down and started pondering, stroking her chin.

This cat calls her wife master, his voice seems practiced somehow.

She thought of a cat she raised in a previous life.

And Xie Guixue, her face shifting a few times, said, "Could it be you’re a clone or something?"

"No, wife master, I’m not a clone."

Su Muyao’s expression became cold, "Do you know Xie Guixue?"

If possible, Su Muyao didn’t want to mention the name Xie Guixue.

In the past, she might have cared and minded about certain things, but now, inside, all there is is self-mockery.

Had it not been for seeing the cat, she really wouldn’t have remembered this person.

Perhaps the time had been too long, her heart had grown peaceful enough.