At this moment, Ruo Qingyan was waiting while digesting the story between Xi Nu, Yao Hua, and that demon lord.

To be honest, it shattered her preconceived notions about the world...

Simply put, his Dao heart is unstable.

She knew that if this happened to her, she would eventually kill the wedding maiden as well.

But what happens next...?

How can one heal the wounds left in one's heart after the killing?

Just like Yaohua, after killing Xi Nu, he could no longer lift the Yaohua sword...

Ultimately, it all started when Yaohua ran away from the wedding, which destined it to be a tragedy.

"Why..."

Ruo Qingyan sighed softly, not wanting to think about it anymore.

Suddenly, I sensed the path of inheritance before me, and waves of energy surged forth.

The gloom on his face vanished, and a smile involuntarily appeared.

He immediately forgot all about what had just happened.

He's coming out!

She raised her head, pursed her lips, and waited for him to appear, full of vigor, holding the Yaohua Sword.

But the gate of inheritance before them suddenly flew into the depths of the desert at an extremely fast speed!

?

Ruo Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then immediately activated her internal spiritual technique to follow.

His expression was somewhat serious, and he didn't understand what had happened.

As she followed, she saw a pool of red blood in the distance.

Half-bodied corpses littered the ground!

The gate of inheritance stood directly above those corpses.

Then a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar was spat out by the Gate of Inheritance and thrown among the corpses.

Is that a wind chime?

It seems so, but it seems a little different.

Ruo Qingyan slowly stopped and gazed at everything in front of her.

She saw snow-white hair and a robust figure that was quite different from the wind chimes themselves.

And that pale, bloodless skin.

!!

My heart stopped for a moment.

The surging demonic energy emanating from Fengling's demonic body completely obliterated all the fantasies in her mind, as well as all the reasons she had given him and herself.

She stared blankly at the wind chimes in the distance, her mouth agape, the sword slipping from her hand and embedding itself in the sand beneath her feet.

impossible...

Why so suddenly?

She wasn't ready...

Incredulous, she slowly approached the wind chime, her gaze fixed on him, trying to see him clearly.

How I wish this were all an illusion, a lie...

But when she walked up to Feng Ling and saw his face clearly, a hint of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes.

It really is him...

She stopped when she was five meters away from the wind chime.

He stared blankly at the wind chimes.

A scene suddenly appeared in my mind.

It was a scene of Fengling fighting with those people.

This was obviously done by Yaohua, with the purpose of showing it to Ruo Qingyan.

He just wanted to see how Ruo Qingyan would react to all of this...

Suddenly she understood why Fengling had changed her clothes...

These people were all murdered by him; they were covered in blood, and that's why they changed their clothes.

......

After witnessing all of that, Ruo Qingyan did nothing but stand there blankly.

After a long while, she suddenly chuckled softly, lowered her eyes, and whispered:

"I already knew..."

When she opened the tomb ruins and saw the divine oracle, she already guessed what was going on.

【妖莲】 refers to the young master of the Feng family.

Combined with the "divine oracle" that appeared for the first time.

She went to find two hundred knives according to the divine decree.

Inside the two-hundred-dollar convenience store, there were only three people: two hundred dollars, an unfamiliar old man, and a masked boy...

But the wind chime is a spirit master...

This was the only reason Ruo Qingyan could find for herself.

It is impossible for a spiritual master and a demon to coexist in one body.

Even if Feng Ling really is the young master of the Feng family, he is essentially a spiritual master.

So there's still hope for him...

Deep down, she was also constantly running away from it.

He is a spiritualist, so he should stay in the spiritualist camp.

With his status, it's impossible for him to return to the Feng family... The demon race wouldn't accept him.

She knew the wind chimes were deceiving her.

But what does it matter?

As long as you're willing to stay, I'm willing to be the fool.

But what she saw before her—snow-white hair, a face covered in black runes, and a surging demonic aura—made her realize something.

She's a complete idiot!

He is a spirit master, and also a demon...

"You liar..."

She spoke softly with a wry smile, trying her best to control her emotions.

She tried to smile, but her eyes were brimming with tears.

Clang—

The sword appeared in her hand.

This time, it's no longer the Wind Chime Sword that has never been stained with blood.

It was not a sword, but a treasured sword she used specifically to slay demons.

The sword's cry seemed much lower than usual.

Carrying his sword, he staggered step by step toward the wind chime lying on the ground.

"Only by killing the young master of the Feng family can the chaos in this world be quelled."

"I will kill him, without hesitation..."

What would you do if I turned into a demon?

"kill."

If one day I have to leave, will you ask me to stay?

"Won't..."

The words the two of them had once spoken echoed in her mind.

She approached step by step, sword in hand, until she reached Fengling's side.

He raised the sword in both hands, and said softly, his voice trembling:

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