The Tyrant Father’s Pampered Daughter Chapter 941: Don’t Leave Me

Chapter 941: Don’t Leave Me
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
However, Ye Siming didn’t do that.
He only lowered his head and held Gu Nuo’er’s hand, rubbing it back and forth.
He felt that she was cold.
At this moment, Gu Nuo’er was sitting beside Heavenly Dao.
The black lake water was dark, and the continuous mountain peaks in the distance were hidden behind layers of clouds.
This place was so quiet that there was no sound at all.
Grandpa Heavenly Dao stroked Gu Nuo’er’s small head.
“Silly child, making such a grand wish and bearing everyone’s poison alone. Although you have powers, your body is still a mortal after all. Naturally, you won’t be able to withstand it.”
Gu Nuo’er was a little sad and her face drooped. “I only wanted to save people and didn’t think too much about it. Grandpa, can I still go back?”
Heavenly Dao looked at the calm lake. His white beard did not move at all.
After a long while, he sighed. “Your body has been damaged by poison. It’s really difficult for you to go back.”
Gu Nuo’er became anxious and tears immediately welled up in her watery eyes.
“I have to go back. Elder Brother Siming is waiting for me. If Father and Mother see me ‘die’, they’ll definitely be sad.”
She hugged Heavenly Dao’s arm, her soft voice sobbing.
“Grandpa, let me go back. I haven’t completely guided Father to become a wise ruler known for eternity. My mission hasn’t ended yet. There are still many things I want to do.”
Gu Nuo’er was the little carp that Heavenly Dao doted on the most.
Back then, when she jumped over the dragon gate, the Heavenly Dao personally guided her.
Her intelligence was very high and she had a high affinity with divinity.
Therefore, Heavenly Dao had always personally taught her spells and treated her as if she was his child.
Facing Gu Nuo’er’s pleading, a loving smile appeared on Heavenly Dao’s face.
“Little fish baby, your true credit isn’t just guiding the tyrant to be kind. More importantly, it’s to reform a fallen god who almost destroyed the world.”
“You’ve already done it now, and you’ve done it very well. He understands feelings and is no longer purely controlled by sinister feelings.
Gu Nuo’er blinked her watery eyes. “Grandpa is talking about Elder Brother Siming? Is a demon god also a god?”
Heavenly Dao nodded. “From the moment Ye Siming was born, he was meant to be a calamity to the mortal world. He was born with destructive power and great powers. If he can be taught correctly, he will definitely become a great god that only appears once in a thousand years.”
“It’s a pity his evil force is ferocious and wolves are belligerent by nature, thus he is really difficult to discipline. However, you actually became friends with him. Under your influence, he finally understood things other than killing.”
After saying that, the Heavenly Dao waved his sleeve.
The originally calm lake quickly surged. The vortex was deep and gradually rolled out an image.
In the main hall of the Taishi Monastery, Ye Siming was guarding Gu Nuo’er with red eyes.
He gritted his teeth and controlled his evil force. He didn’t want his naturally belligerent nature to control him.
Ye Siming only wanted to save Gu Nuo’er. He didn’t want to kill anyone.
The youth held the child’s soft and cold hand and repeatedly warned himself.
“I promised the little thing that I would always love and protect her even if it went against my nature.”
Ye Siming’s eyes were dark and roiling. His bloodthirsty desire rose again and again, but he suppressed it again and again.
The power left behind by the gods and Buddhas in the monastery kept stimulating the combativeness in his bloodline.
“I mustn’t kill…” Ye Siming clenched one hand into a fist and repeated in a hoarse voice, “I mustn’t kill.”
If he killed people, Gu Nuo’er would be unhappy.
Even though Ye Siming was in pain and feeling suppressed, he continued to endure the scorching pain of the evil force in his body. He didn’t leave this place.
He had to watch over Gu Nuo’er until she woke up.
She came down from the Ninth Heaven. These gods and Buddhas would definitely help her.
Ye Siming held Gu Nuo’er’s hand tightly. His voice was very low and carried a hint of pleading.
“Gu Nuo’er, I’ve done so well. You should get up and praise me, right? Stop pretending to be asleep.”
He placed his forehead between the child’s fair and cold glabella.
“I beg of you…” Don’t leave me.