What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1304

Two days later, more and more severely wounded demon gods were brought back into Tongtian Pavilion.

The battle was unimaginably brutal, yet not a single demon god chose to quit.

Even so, it could not change Tongtian Pavilion’s losing trend.

During this time, Bai Hong asked Ye Yu more than once whether he had found a safer method.

If nothing else worked, starting with these injured demon gods would be acceptable.

Each time, Ye Yu’s answer was the same: wait a little longer.

Besides Bai Hong, Liu Yuenong also came to Ye Yu.

“How many more demon gods have to die before this battle ends?”

In contrast, Ye Yu kept silent.

Because he himself didn’t know how many would fall.

Half? Three-quarters? One in ten surviving?

Ye Yu truly didn’t know. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

But he could infer that the moment of Luo Shu’s grievous injury and brush with death was drawing near.

Ye Yu had been thinking about that as well.

Under the rules of this secret realm, everyone had forgotten Bai Hong.

So when Luo Shu lay gravely wounded and near death—who would save him?

In history, it was Bai Hong who saved him.

What now?

Would another Bai Hong appear?

Would someone act in Bai Hong’s place? Or would they simply watch Luo Shu die?

Ye Yu thought on it for a long time and still found no answer.

On the seventh day of Tongtian Pavilion’s war with the Boundless Sea Alliance, Liu Yuenong brought Luo Shu back.

At that moment, the Guardian Great Saint’s divine body was ravaged, his breath thread-thin—he could fall at any time.

Liu Yuenong set Luo Shu before Ye Yu, anxious. “Everything you said has come true. Then next—the Great Saint won’t die, right?”

Ye Yu said nothing, only looked quietly at Luo Shu.

Judging by his current condition, he likely couldn’t hold on for even the time it takes a stick of incense to burn.

Outside aid was required if his life was to be saved.

When no reply came, Liu Yuenong clutched Ye Yu’s sleeve and, voice shaking, pressed on: “Say something. The Great Saint won’t die!”

Like a drowning person grasping the last stalk of straw.

Her eyes were full of hope and pleading.

Ye Yu looked ahead. In the shadows, Bai Hong’s figure flickered—like a reminder that this was the perfect chance.

It was, in truth.

At Ye Yu’s side now were only the gravely wounded, unconscious Luo Shu and Liu Yuenong.

Even if speaking Bai Hong’s name warped space, it wouldn’t be too severe.

He could restore Liu Yuenong’s memory first, then have her tell the other gods of Tongtian Pavilion.

Bai Hong would not be forgotten, and she could suppress Luo Shu’s evil-thought incarnation again.

Yes—exactly that.

Ye Yu parted his lips, a surge within pushing him to act now.

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