Chapter 206 [Alien-Zhao Xin] Killing

After Mu Chi woke up, he didn't know that Murong Lian had hired a cultivator to treat his illness. He leaned in Murong Lian's arms, his mind full of the parade. He was angry and ashamed.

"are you hungry?"

He was in a daze for a while. His body was no longer tired. It could even be said that he felt many times better than when he first arrived. However, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

Mu Chi didn't move or answer, and tears fell from his eyes at an angle where Murong Lian couldn't see.

"The food is ready," Murong Lian said, and the maid came in. "I will help you up."

Mu Chi stood up almost the second before Murong Lian touched him. He got out of bed, tidied his clothes, and sat on the table.

"What do you mean? Are you angry?" Murong Lian followed closely and looked at him.

Mu Chi remained silent. He and Hua Jin would ignore each other when they were angry, and would only exchange a few words when their anger subsided. He silently decided that once he left this place, he would ignore Hua Jin as well, perhaps that this reprehensible emotion would gradually fade away.

He didn't say anything, but Murong Lian had plenty of ways to make him speak. Of course, Murong Lian was not good at using what he controlled to threaten others, so he would use his own methods to force Mu Chi to speak.

Mu Chi ignored him for three days, so he tormented Mu Chi for three days. Every time he saw the person under him crying silently, holding back and wanting to resist, he became more and more excited.

Whenever his Wen Nu couldn't stand it anymore, he would ask him to stop and say, "Look, now he can speak, right?" But Mu Chi only knew how to say this.

Murong Lian didn't know why, but seeing someone who didn't want to pay attention to him, she became more and more annoyed. The more he acted like this, the more Mu Chi wanted to stay away from him and hide from him. If it weren't for the rough sex in bed, he probably wouldn't say a word.

Today, Mu Chi couldn't bear it anymore, because the light of the ball of light in his palm was a little dimmer than before. Just a tiny bit made him realize that he didn't have much time left here, and he had already wasted two months. Since the mirror had clues, he should go find it quickly and return home as soon as possible.

He was finally willing to talk to Murong Lian today, but it was because of this matter that made Murong Lian very unhappy.

"I've changed my mind. Wen Nu is so delicious. What if I show her off and get noticed by others?"

"What do you mean," Mu Chi suppressed his anger, "so you won't go?" He has already been paraded through the streets, he has been recognized as his cauldron, why can't he fulfill his promise.

"Why are you going? Are you worthy?" After saying that, Murong Lian was about to pull him onto the bed and teach him a lesson.

Mu Chi also knew what the other party wanted to do, but he couldn't resist and he didn't have enough strength.

"You promised me that you would take me to the human world after the introduction. How could you break your promise?"

Murong Lian heard this and stopped pulling him. Just when he thought things could turn around, the tall figure came pressing down.

"Since Wen Nu doesn't like being in bed, then stay here."

This place is not far from the house, but it is also outside. There is no distinction between day and night in the demon world. The sky is always dark and blood-red. In addition, there are lights hanging around. If someone passes by here, they will definitely see it.

"No, don't!" His movements were very violent, and his waving hands grabbed Murong Lian's handsome face, leaving a bloody mark.

Murong Lian didn't care about his wishes at all. When he was tickled like this, his animal nature suddenly became aroused.

He always likes to do this. If he hears something he doesn't want to hear, or doesn't want Mu Chi to do something, he will control Mu Chi in this way to achieve his own goals.

And if you ask Mu Chi, does he resent Murong Lian for treating him like this? He doesn't. This is the child he raised. Although not his own, he is better than her. So he can tolerate it again and again. It's not that he hasn't mentioned the matter of Hidden Valley to Murong Lian, but Murong Lian didn't believe him and bullied him instead, so he stopped talking. After repeated trial and error, he can learn his lesson.

I just feel inexplicably tired.

He tried his best to correct Hua Jin's wrong feelings for him, but he only made them sink deeper and deeper into this criticized relationship. He felt guilty towards Hua Jin, guilty towards Lin Shiyi, guilty towards the goddess, and guilty towards the people of the world.

They still went to the human world. After Mu Chi was depressed for several days, Murong Lian finally gave in. However, he did not expect that this visit to the human world would completely deteriorate their relationship.

In the villages under the jurisdiction of Wangyoumen, many people looked at the two people with such outstanding looks.

Mu Chi was very afraid of these gazes after the parade. He wanted to hide but couldn't. He also didn't want to snuggle in Murong Lian's arms. He could only follow Murong Lian with his head down, listening carefully to whether the villagers were talking about anything about him.

"What are you looking at here? Wangyou Sect is recruiting disciples, regardless of aptitude. Let's go and take a look, lest we miss this opportunity."

Murong Lian heard the voice and glanced at the group of villagers who were rushing towards Wangyou Gate. She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked down at Mu Chi with a half-smile: "Wen Nu, how about we join in the fun too?"

Mu Chi's fingertips trembled, and he subconsciously clenched his sleeves. What he feared most now was the word "liveliness"—the day of the parade, countless eyes would be glued to him, ready to peel off his skin. But Murong Lian's tone clearly wasn't asking for his opinion.

"I'm not going." His voice was very soft, but with a long-lost stubbornness.

Murong Lian tutted, lifted his chin with her fingertips, and forced him to look up: "It's up to you?"

Mu Chi was forced to look him in the eye, bloodshot and tear-stained. Murong Lian rubbed his chapped lips with her fingertips, then leaned in closer, saying in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If you don't go, I'll let the whole village know you're my furnace cauldron. It's perfect timing for them to see Wen Nu's true face."

Mu Chi's pupils suddenly shrank and his face turned pale in an instant.

Satisfied, Murong Lian let go of him and turned to walk towards Wangyou Gate. Mu Chi froze in his tracks, but after a moment, he followed step by step.

The square where Wangyou Sect was recruiting disciples was already packed. Murong Lian, dressed in a black robe, with dark golden patterns flowing under the blood-red sky, automatically drew people away wherever she passed. Mu Chi walked behind him, head bowed, his fingertips digging into his palms, wishing he could shrink into the cracks of the ground.

Suddenly a childish voice shouted, "Brother, your hand is bleeding."

Mu Chi looked down. A little girl, about seven or eight years old, with twin buns, was standing on tiptoe to hand him a coarse handkerchief. He then realized he had pinched his palm, blood seeping through his fingers.

"...Thank you." His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

The little girl grinned, revealing the gap where her front tooth was missing: "My mother said that if it bleeds, it must be bandaged, otherwise it will hurt."

Mu Chi took the handkerchief, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Murong Lian turned around, his eyes falling on the coarse handkerchief, his eyes darkening. He put his arm around Mu Chi's shoulders and said with a half-smile, "Wen Nu is quite likable."

Mu Chi's whole body stiffened and he subconsciously tried to break free, but he was grabbed by the back of his neck with such force that it almost broke his bones.

"Don't move." Murong Lian whispered in his ear and threw the handkerchief in front of the little girl. "If you move again, I won't be polite."

Mu Chi was motionless, but Murong Lian waved her hand, and the little girl's head fell off immediately. Mu Chi covered his mouth and looked at it in horror. He had seen scenes of fighting with demons in the past, but this was just a little girl being beheaded. Blood splattered on the spot, and his clothes were covered with the little girl's blood.

He couldn't believe that the person who had just run over and talked to him had become like this.

"This girl is really overestimating her own abilities. She is so lowly yet still wants to attract Wen Nu's attention. She deserves death."

Mu Chi was speechless. For the first time in his life, he felt so helpless. He chanted in his mind, formed seals with his fingers, but no spells could be cast. Although his body had recovered, he had never properly absorbed spiritual energy. He couldn't even perform the most basic sword control, let alone fight Murong Lian.

"Murder! Murder!" The mortals ran and shouted, "Help! Help!"

How could they run faster than Murong Lian? He waved his hand and all those people fell to the ground.

"Murong Lian!" Mu Chi shouted at the top of his lungs. He ran towards Murong Lian, but unfortunately tripped over the corpse and fell to the ground. "What are you doing!"

"Of course I'm going to find the Heart Mirror for you. Don't worry, I'll turn the Forget Worry Sect upside down."

"But you're not looking for someone, you're killing someone, you—"

Murong Lian never stopped moving, and even summoned the Star-Devouring Demon to swallow the little disciples who came to restrain him into his stomach.

"No!" Mu Chi stood up. Perhaps it was because of the unprecedented panic today, as well as his further understanding of Murong Lian, that his legs went weak.

He came here and became Wen Hanshuang, and Hua Jin came here and became Murong Lian. So is this also Hua Jin's own character? Are alien species really as hopeless as the world thinks? Has everything the goddess and he have done been in vain?

"How can I search peacefully if I don't kill them all?" Murong Lian looked at him, his hand twisting a young man's neck. "Could it be that Wen Nu doesn't want to search anymore?"

Mu Chi almost didn't recognize Hua Jin anymore, the man who had lost his memory. He wouldn't listen to him and had killed countless people. He didn't know how he had become like this.

He came here to follow Murong Lian's wishes, and everything went his way, fearing that Hua Jin's soul would be affected by Murong Lian. But what if Hua Jin was such a person? Did he not teach her well? No, it wasn't.

Hua Jin was his first disciple, and considering his alien identity, he would definitely take care of him personally, but why did it end up like this?

Mu Chi was once in doubt. Can alien species really change?

"Why don't you answer?" Murong Lian flashed to Mu Chi's side and pulled him up. "Are you scared silly?" He suddenly laughed. "It's also because Wen Nu is a mortal. Naturally, he has never seen such a scene of killing. Naturally, he is afraid."

He held the person in his arms, patted Mu Chi's back and coaxed him patiently. He looked very different from just now, and it was hard to tell what the corpses around him had to do with him.