Dai Mubai stood there, his face ashen.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh, and blood flowed down between his fingers.
Shame.
An unprecedented disgrace.
That scene was a scar he least wanted to face deep in his heart.
He was indeed afraid back then.
He feared Davis, feared death, and feared the suffocating pressure of royal rivalry.
So he chose to run away.
He chose to leave the little girl, with whom he had just become engaged, alone in that cannibalistic palace.
He thought that as long as he ran away, he could survive.
Once I run away, I can forget all of this.
But now.
The sky tore open this bloody scene, revealing it nakedly to the world.
"I..."
Dai Mubai wanted to explain.
I wanted to say that I was too young back then, and that Davis was too strong.
But when he looked up and saw that aloof, black figure not far away, all his explanations got stuck in his throat.
Zhu Zhuqing stood there.
Zhu Zhuqing kept her head up, her gaze fixed on the huge sky.
Her face was pale, and her lips had lost their color from being pressed too tightly together.
She just watched quietly.
Looking at that "self," the light in his eyes was completely extinguished.
That despair, separated by two worlds and that cold, icy barrier, was transmitted to her without reservation.
It turns out that he had already given up at that time.
It turns out that from that moment on, I was already a pawn to be discarded.
His so-called "fiancée" was nothing more than a burden that led him to flee Xingluo.
Zhu Zhuqing slowly turned her head, her gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Dai Mubai not far away.
It's like looking at a worthless cloud of air, or a pile of disgusting garbage.
She recalled the spirited young man in the white world, and his domineering words, "I'm waiting," before looking at the pale-faced, trembling man before her.
Envy, like a poisonous weed, spread wildly in my heart.
Why?
Why is it that my other self in another world can have such a sun?
And all I can do is stay here in this mess?
Dai Mubai felt that gaze.
This hurt him even more than the disdainful and mocking looks he had just received.
He could accept it if Zhu Zhuqing scolded him, hit him, or even tried to kill him.
At least that proves she cares.
But now, this disregard, this utter indifference, has shattered his last shred of pitiful self-esteem.
"Zhuqing, listen to me..."
Dai Mubai's voice was dry, as if there was a handful of sand stuck in his throat.
He tried to take a step forward, wanting to get closer to Zhu Zhuqing.
But Zhu Zhuqing simply turned her body slightly to the side.
The movements were very small.
However, it has drawn an insurmountable chasm.
"No need to say anything more."
Zhu Zhuqing's voice was very calm.
Some things, once broken, are broken forever.
"Besides, it was rotten to begin with."
After saying this, she turned her gaze back to the sky, her eyes filled with longing for the boy in white and a bitter self-mockery of her own fate.
Dai Mubai stood frozen in place.
The gazes of the Shrek alumni around him felt like resounding slaps across his face.
Ma Hongjun shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.
Oscar was counting ants with his head down.
Even Tang San, who is usually very protective of his own, stood silently to the side at this moment, showing no intention of defending Dai Mubai.
After all, desertion is something that people will criticize and condemn in any world.
...
Right now.
White world.
The Star Luo Empire, Imperial Palace Garden.
The sun shines brightly, and flowers are in full bloom.
In stark contrast to the oppressive and deathly atmosphere of the Black World, this place is full of vitality and peace.
But at this moment, the atmosphere in the garden was somewhat strange.
A huge canopy hung in the air, clearly reflecting everything that was happening in the dark world.
"Pooh!"
A sharp, clear spitting sound broke the silence.
Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips, her pink face full of disdain.
"What kind of man is this?"
"What a coward!"
"That Zhuqing from that world is so pitiful! She was thrown into that cannibalistic palace by her fiancé before she was even married. If it were me, I would kick his head off!"
Xiao Wu angrily waved her fists, her two long rabbit ears swaying with the movement.
Sitting next to her was Zhu Zhuqing from this world.
At this moment, she was wearing a light purple palace dress, exuding a noble and elegant temperament. She had long since shed her youthful naiveté and blossomed into a beauty that could topple kingdoms.
Looking at her own childhood self, isolated and helpless against the backdrop of the sky, Zhu Zhuqing frowned deeply.
His eyes were full of disdain.
"It's really embarrassing."
Zhu Zhuqing spoke calmly.
Her voice was cool and clear, yet it carried an unassailable air of authority.
"As a prince, instead of thinking about how to break the deadlock, he only thinks about escaping."
"As a man, he couldn't protect his fiancée and even regarded her as a burden."
"This kind of person is not worthy of the surname Dai, let alone the White Tiger Martial Soul."
At this point, she turned her head and looked at the man sitting in the main seat.
The man, dressed in pure white, leaned lazily against the dragon throne.
He held a crystal-clear jade cup in his hand, the wine inside shimmering with amber light.
This is Dai Mubai of this world.
The White Emperor of Heaven.
Sensing Zhu Zhuqing's gaze, Dai Mubai gently swirled the wine glass in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Why are you looking at me like that?
"Do you also think that I look like that good-for-nothing?"
Dai Mubai's voice is very magnetic, exuding a natural confidence and domineering aura.
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head.
She walked over to Dai Mubai and naturally reached out to straighten his collar.
Her movements were gentle, and her eyes were full of love.
"It doesn't look like it."
"Not at all like it."
"You are the cloud in the sky, and he is the mud in the ground."
"To compare you with him is an insult to you in itself."
Hearing this, Xiao Wu next to her nodded repeatedly, like a kowtowing worm.
"That's right!"
"How can that trash compare to Boss Dai?"
"Back then, Boss Dai beat that prince to a pulp for the sake of Sister Zhuqing!"
Xiao Wu hopped over and grabbed a carrot from the plate, taking a crunchy bite.
Dai Mubai put down his wine glass, reached out and pinched Xiao Wu's cheek, then casually put his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist.
"Alright."
Don't let a piece of trash ruin your mood.
"Let him live his life, we'll live ours."
"Just treat this comparison as a joke to pass the time."
Dai Mubai remained calm.
He didn't even bother to feel contempt for his darker self.
A lion will not turn around because a dog barks.
Even a dragon will not be angered by the crawling of ants.
The two are no longer on the same level.
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