Chapter 2292 [Shangxie] Tomb of the Sinner

Mu Ningqing was startled and was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

His expression gradually became more complicated. Looking at the two figures in the square, his hands unconsciously clenched tighter.

However, the two people would not stop for anyone until Changsun Qingzhao's Qingxiao sword pierced Xia Fuyi's shoulder, and blood came out from her back.

At the same time, Long Yuan also held Changsun Qingzhao's neck firmly. If he moved forward an inch, Changsun Qingzhao's throat would be cut on the spot.

The wind brought the smell of blood, and scarlet blood beads hung on the tip of Qingxiao's sword, dripping to the ground.

Xia Fuyi's breathing was fast and heavy. She held Long Yuan in one hand and slowly raised the other hand to hold the part of the sword outside her shoulder that had not yet completely penetrated.

The sharp blade cut her skin, and blood kept gushing out of her palm.

Xia Fuyi raised her head and looked at Changsun Qingzhao, her eyes were cold and slightly dazed, but her teeth were still clenched.

She forced out these four words for the third time from between her teeth, each word very clearly.

"Give me the antidote."

The sword on Changsun Qingzhao's neck was moved forward, and a streak of blood dyed the bright sword red.

However, Chang Sun Qingzhao seemed to feel nothing at all. She only lowered her eyes slightly and stared at Xia Fuyi expressionlessly. After a long time, she curled her lips and said lightly,

"Xia Fuyi, even if you get the antidote, can you bring it back to Chang Sun Chi with peace of mind?"

Xia Fuyi blinked blankly, as if she didn't understand what he meant.

Chang Sun Qingzhao continued,

"Just now outside Jiange, that palace maid who died for you, have you forgotten so quickly?"

She gripped the hilt of the sword stiffly, while Changsun Qingzhao's voice continued to ring in her ears like a devil.

"In fact, she didn't have to die. She could have helped you block the sword. You should know that with Zhan Luoying's ability, she could have saved her. But after Zhan Luoying made the request, you hesitated."

Chang Sun Qingzhao lowered his voice and smiled gently.

"One is right in front of you, about to die for you, a life that could be saved immediately. The other is far away, someone you might not even be able to get the antidote for, someone you have no confidence in surviving. In the end, you chose to give up the one who could have survived."

At last his voice was almost a whisper.

"Don't you feel guilty, Xia Fuyi?"

[Don't you feel guilty?] - This question, along with Fu Yan's smile and tears before her death, hit Xia Fuyi's mind heavily, making her face even paler, almost like a dead person.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth. She looked up at the man with a cold and empty tone.

"Give me the antidote."

She seemed to have been told to repeat this sentence, and she stretched Long Yuan in her hand forward again.

Blood gushed out from Changsun Qingzhao's neck, and this time he finally frowned slightly.

However, he soon smiled and said lightly,

"Kill me, but I won't give you the antidote. Changsun Chi will die, and so will you. With your current state, you will never be able to break into the Sword Tomb again. You will die in my Tianji Sect, not in Changsun Chi's palace."

He laughed out loud.

"Look, even if you've been wandering around for many years, you still have to come back here. I'll have Zhan Luoying carve a tombstone for you, and write on it, 'Tomb of the criminal Xia Fuyi, erected by Changsun Qingzhao.' What do you think of this idea?"