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Wang Chao looked at the little grass, his eyes filled with deep helplessness and sorrow. Was the little grass destined to be an emotionless clone? Despite the old man's treatment, would the little grass ultimately become his enemy and fight against him? At that moment, the little grass was already covered in wounds, yet there was no expression on its face, just like when it first met Wang Chao, tilting its head to look at him.
"The little grass still has no choice. As long as the master gives an order, the little grass instinctively has to carry it out," the little grass's voice remained sweet, calm, and unperturbed.
The old man noticed that Wang Chao's strength had greatly increased. If this continued, it was uncertain who would die. With this thought, the old man's hands transformed into Bone Knives and he aimed directly at the little grass's back. He intended to pierce through both the little grass and Wang Chao in one swift motion; it was the fastest way to attack Wang Chao without hesitation. The old man's Bone Knife moved.
Wang Chao saw the old man's movement through the tips of the little grass. Without any hesitation, he firmly grasped the little grass's shoulder and suddenly turned. This action swapped their positions, causing the Bone Knife that was meant for the little grass to stab directly into Wang Chao's body instead. Wang Chao then forcefully pushed the little grass away, and the Bone Knife passed through his body without injuring the little grass.
A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out.
It sprayed onto the little grass's face, and she felt that Wang Chao's blood was warm and somewhat sweet.
"Wang Chao! Brother Wang!" Shen Zhitao and Da Qiang shouted loudly, their voices deafening. Yet to Wang Chao's ears, it sounded as faint as insect chirping. He was already exhausting his life force, and with the Bone Knife piercing him like that, he could barely hold on. Then Wang Chao fell forward, collapsing directly onto the little grass. She made no move to resist, allowing him to press down on her.
"Why?" The little grass's tone was very light, so soft that only Wang Chao lying on her could hear: "Why did you do this? I clearly harmed you; I was supposed to kill you. Why? Why do this? The little grass's mission has failed; I should die for that, right? Isn't that how humans think?"
"Because I promised you that you would never face destruction."
At that moment, Tang Feng and Shen Zhitao finally broke free from the control of the tentacles. Da Qiang rushed over as well; together they surrounded the old man. While fighting against them, the old man shouted, "Little grass, kill Wang Chao! Quickly! Kill him!" Everyone turned to look at the little grass. At that moment, she could easily kill Wang Chao; it would be simple—just a matter of moving her hand—as a clone, it would be effortless.
But this time, the little grass did not move. Wang Chao had already fallen into unconsciousness. She gazed at his face and slowly leaned in to kiss him. A glimmering substance slipped from her eyes; humans called this substance tears. Tears flowed from the little grass’s eyes as she recalled asking Wang Chao more than once why humans shed tears—tears of joy, tears of sorrow, tears of being moved—seemingly any emotion could bring forth tears.
Why?
The little grass finally understood why, but even though it comprehended why humans shed tears, it preferred not to cry, especially not during this sorrowful moment. Unfortunately, Wang Chao could no longer perceive this scene. The little grass took off the two Spatial Rings from its hands and gently placed them on Wang Chao's two fingers—one was Wang Chao's, and the other was the little grass's own.
It was reminiscent of a wedding ceremony, where a husband places a ring on his wife's finger. Slowly, the little grass lifted Wang Chao and gently set him aside before standing up. The old man seemed incredulous at this sight and tentatively asked, "Little Grass? Flower?"
"I am Little Grass, not Flower," the little grass replied softly as it walked forward. "Although I possess all of Flower's memories, I also have those of Little Grass. Perhaps Little Grass is merely an accompaniment to Flower, but I have finally realized that even a small blade of grass has its own value. I am not any flower because behind the clouds lies Little Grass, not flowers."
"He still has a bit of breath left. Take him away; you are no match for him. I will deal with him." As she spoke, the little grass had already reached the three individuals. She looked earnestly at Shen Zhitao and said, "I apologize for causing you so much trouble earlier. Tell Wang Chao not to worry about me or miss me because I have found what I wanted most..."
With that, the little grass charged at the old man. The old man possessed all kinds of mutation skills, and so did the little grass. However, the little grass had more practical experience. As their Bone Knives clashed and their tendrils intertwined, their increasingly rapid movements caused the surrounding instruments and plaza to tremble. In just a few seconds, both of them had sustained countless injuries!
"Take Wang Chao and run!" Shen Zhitao shouted after glancing at the two entangled in battle.
Without hesitation, Da Qiang hoisted Wang Chao onto his back and dashed outside. At that moment, however, the little grass pressed a red button that had mysteriously appeared in its hand! The old man saw clearly that this button was an annihilation button; from then on, this void space would vanish forever, becoming dark matter in space—nothing would remain, and nothing could enter.
The plaza began to shake violently; from its center, it seemed as if a massive black hole was devouring everything and rapidly expanding outward.
"Wang Chao, you ruined me! The flower hasn't awakened; Little Grass betrayed me! I will make you taste this feeling! Ha ha! I keep my promises!" The old man's words clearly reached the ears of the three fleeing individuals as well as Zhuang Peng, who lay collapsed on the ground. Tang Feng quickly pulled Zhuang Peng up, and they leaped out just as the void door closed behind them, leaving only the old man and Little Grass in the plaza.
Little Grass abandoned its attack because once it began, there would be no turning back. These two had no chance of escape.
"Grandfather!" Little Grass said softly. "I am both Flower and Little Grass. I can understand your lingering gloom that you cannot shake off. But everything must come to an end. I cannot kill Wang Chao, nor can I bring myself to kill you. It turns out that having feelings is such a wonderful thing. I am glad to have lived for so long in this world."
As she spoke, Little Grass took hold of the old man's hand and said, "Let us go see the clouds."
The old man was taken aback by the words, then burst into hearty laughter, gently stroking Xiaocao's hair as he said, "In my lifetime..."
The two looked up, only to see darkness, with no clouds in sight, yet it seemed they both perceived clouds.
Annihilation.
Everything was gone.
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