What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1241

Silence, like death itself.

Ye Yu stared at Hanyue Xi in utter disbelief.

It wasn’t over, was it? Now that Hong Zhencheng was gone, here she came meddling too?

“Return the dignity I offered him?”

“Big sister, you really don’t understand the situation! It’s not about whether I want to give him dignity, but whether he can let me live! A God Lord’s final slash before death may be weaker than at his peak, but killing a Heavenly God–realm godling? Easy as flipping a hand!”

So Du Yu’s final strike could not be delivered—absolutely could not. If he did, it would be all over!

Ye Yu glanced to the side and barked coldly, “A man is speaking. A woman has no place to interrupt. Quiet!”

Hanyue Xi’s face filled with black lines. She wanted to retort, but thought better of it and silently stepped back two paces. She still planned to ask Ye ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) Yu for help later, so at this critical moment she would yield.

Yet she couldn’t fathom why he wouldn’t grant the most basic courtesy. A mere flick of the finger—was that so difficult? Perhaps that’s the difference between a God Sovereign and a regular godling. She simply couldn’t understand.

With Hanyue Xi silenced, Ye Yu exhaled in relief. No more distractions—now to deal with this stubborn fool.

He steadied his mind and casually dispelled the illusions. In an instant, the demon god and ancient beasts vanished, turning to ash. Color returned to the world; black and white faded. Everything seemed restored.

Ye Yu turned his back on Du Yu and said in a low voice, “I said I wouldn’t kill you, so I won’t. Go—find your pavilion master. You might still have a chance to survive.”

A promising blade talent like him shouldn’t die here.

Ye Yu let a tone of reluctant praise slip into his words, hoping to reignite Du Yu’s will to live. Dying here would be a shame.

Truly, as an opponent, Ye Yu showing mercy was no small feat. Don’t play dumb, now.

Internally, Ye Yu seethed.

But Du Yu was resolutely stubborn. Even such words failed to move him. He tightened his grip on the spirit-formed longsword, raised it, and pointed it at Ye Yu.

“You don’t want to kill me—that’s your business. I want to die here—that’s mine. If you won’t act, I will.”

Du Yu struck his chest with his left fist. A spray of golden blood splattered onto the blade.

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