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Chapter 772: So You’re Still in Love with Me...

Chapter 772: Chapter 772: So You’re Still in Love with Me...

"You... what did you say?"

Ibola was completely stunned. She had thought that at this moment, the King of North Africa would surely rage, or even drag his dying body here to kill her!

But what she had never anticipated was that the King of North Africa would actually apologize to her.

"I love you," the King of North Africa said weakly, sitting on the ground. "From the very first moment I saw you, I fell in love with you. That’s why, without any hesitation, I took you away from your tribe."

"Originally, I had no great ambitions. I just thought that having a piece of land to make a living would be enough. But after I got you, my desires changed."

"I wanted to become stronger, to want more! To have a larger territory. I wanted to provide you with the best, most splendid life, to make you happy and joyful."

"But, I was mistaken," the King of North Africa said with a weak, bitter smile. "I didn’t realize that you didn’t like these things. I didn’t realize that all you wanted was to return to your own tribe. You..."

At this point, the King of North Africa shook his head. "I was too arrogant. I thought that what I gave you was the best and that you would surely love it. But I was wrong."

"I’m sorry..."

After saying those words, the King of North Africa’s whole demeanor became desolate, more decrepit than a fading hero, his back bent as if he had lost all meaning in life.

Muttering "I was wrong, I was wrong," he collapsed to the ground and then breathed his last.

Thus fell a great overlord.

Xiao Zheng covered his chest, although the intense pain still assaulted him in waves, yet he managed to stand up through the pain.

Even he had not expected such a dramatic end to this affair!

Actually, although the King of North Africa had been shot in the heart and was certainly dying, he still had the strength to fight back! He could have killed Xiao Zheng first, then killed Ibola. But he chose not to.

It turned out, he was just a man deeply in love.

At that moment, Ibola turned to statue-like stillness.

She stared at the body of the man before her, her gaze incredibly complex.

Tears uncontrollably, silently streamed down her cheeks.

"So you did love me."

Ibola cried and laughed, "I thought you just wanted to possess my body, that I was merely a tool for your lust. But you truly did love me."

Xiao Zheng sighed inwardly upon hearing this.

Ibola had been so blinded by hatred before, she naturally couldn’t feel the King of North Africa’s profound love.

"But!"

"I don’t regret!"

"I don’t regret killing you!"

Ibola defiantly stared at the body of the King of North Africa. "No matter how good you were to me, no matter how much you loved me. I didn’t like it. I will never forget that it was you who took me from my tribe! That you made me leave the land that gave me birth and nurture."

"Your kindness, I repay with my death."

"But I do not regret killing you, I will never regret."

Having said these words, Ibola raised the pistol, aiming it at her own chest.

Xiao Zheng, shocked by what he saw, cried out, "Don’t!"

But Ibola did not hesitate for a moment and pulled the trigger.

Blood blossomed.

Ibola collapsed into a pool of blood, breathing her last, gasping thick blood from her mouth, and looking towards Xiao Zheng, she murmured, "Please... bury... us... together... thank... you..."

Having spoken her last words, Ibola died... the King of North Africa died...

Xiao Zheng stood frozen, overcome by the intense spirit of this woman. For a moment, he was filled with emotion, finally ending in a deep sigh.

The matter ended there.

Xiao Zheng, although he suffered the backlash of the power of legacy, was powerful enough to withstand it. After some time, the backlash subsided and he regained his ability to move.

Xiao Zheng stood up and walked over to the corpses of the King of North Africa and Ibola. Looking at them, he felt a complex mixture of emotions.

Perhaps, Ibola herself didn’t know that she had fallen in love with the King of North Africa. The intensity of hate was equal to the intensity of love.

But this was an insoluble dilemma.

Ibola could never forget that hatred.

From the moment the King of North Africa took Ibola away from her tribe, this love had a mistaken beginning. A mistaken beginning could only lead to a tragic end.

"You were too arrogant, too domineering,"

Xiao Zheng said, looking at the corpse of the King of North Africa and sighing softly.

The King of North Africa indeed loved intensely, but he only loved in his own way, never once asking whether Ibola liked it or not.

It was an overly domineering way.

For an outstanding woman like Ibola, it was naturally impossible to accept.

Any person with their own independent thoughts and personality would not accept such overbearing and tyrannical love. Only those who are unwise, foolish, and shallow might possibly accept this kind of affection. However, that kind of acceptance was, in other words, Stockholm syndrome, or masochism.

Xiao Zheng stepped over both corpses and reached the small stone platform, where he saw four pieces of Golden Bone, completely beyond his expectation, and he was immensely delighted.

With these four pieces, he now had ten pieces of Golden Bone!

Such an amount of bones would definitely greatly restrain the injuries from his legacy.

This was truly a timely help, as before this, Xiao Zheng had suffered the eruption of legacy injuries twice in a row. If he had not found more Golden Bones, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"The mountain hangs heavy and the river casts doubt, yet at the turn the willows bloom and the village lights," Xiao Zheng couldn’t help but exclaim.

Indeed, this operation had been very complicated, and he had truly almost died just moments ago. If not for Ibola’s intervention, he would now be a corpse as well.

Xiao Zheng pocketed the pieces of Golden Bone and prepared to leave. However, as he passed the bodies of the King of North Africa and Ibola, he stopped.

Both individuals were extraordinary, and after some thought, Xiao Zheng decided to bury both of them there.

Let them rest in peace.

Initially, Xiao Zheng wanted to bury them together, but he eventually abandoned the idea. Ibola definitely wouldn’t have wanted that.

Love is not everything.

Although she had uncontrollably fallen in love with the King of North Africa, her hatred towards him was even more intense.

It was a knot that couldn’t be untied.

The King of North Africa had started on the wrong foot, and therefore everything that followed could only become more and more mistaken.

"No matter what, when you love someone, you can’t make decisions for them. Perhaps, what you think the other person likes and cares about could actually be what they despise and disdain,"

Xiao Zheng reflected in his heart.

Then, he suddenly gave a bitter smile.

Wasn’t he just like the King of North Africa? Facing people like Leng Ruobing, hadn’t he always been afraid of hurting them and thus always wanted to leave?

Perhaps, they didn’t want that at all!

Perhaps, if he truly left, they would suffer for the rest of their lives.

"Unraveling the thread only twists it more." Xiao Zheng gave a bitter smile, "Love is not something that can be reasoned with. Who can judge right from wrong?"