Chapter 333 "Who are you?"

"Moreover, the evidence about your life experience has already been handed over to her from her informant in the capital. She is keeping her hands off for now, and is only waiting to make the evidence public after returning to Yanyun Tower! She came to the capital this time for this purpose!"

Guan Yu deserves to die, she really does.

All the people in this world are hypocritical.

At night, Song Mingke was in the inn, holding his dagger.

"If I kill Guan Yu, can you promise to let me become the next master of Silk Island?"

"Of course, no matter how unwilling Master Lu is, you are now the first disciple of the master. By then, becoming the master of Silk Island or the next master will be easy... Song Mingke, becoming the master of Yanyun Tower is your real goal."

"So what? They are afraid of me, but they use me. This is what we deserve. They don't want me to be the headmaster's first disciple, but I want to be the headmaster's first disciple. They don't want me to be the owner of Silk Island, but I want to be the owner of Silk Island. When I become the owner of the island, the owner of the building, and even the person in charge of the united sects... then, they will know how wrong they are."

"Haha, Mingke, you are not fighting alone. We will all go all out to support you to climb to a higher position. Just like we supported you to become the first disciple of Master Lu. But she is still reluctant now. It was not enough for Lu Mengqing to send people to investigate your election campaign, and even asked Guan Yu to investigate the matter of Tan Zhongxing who was killed by you. What's the point of this master-disciple relationship?"

Yes, what’s the point of this master-disciple relationship?

"I have already found someone to take care of the aftermath of the election - just like many other things in the past. I am only one step away from becoming the master of Silk Island, and I will not let anything stop me."

Song Mingke flicked the dagger lightly. This is really a good dagger. After knowing his own life experience, Song Mingke honed it. At that time, he thought that he did this only because he was afraid that Qin's attack power was too weak and could not withstand the siege that the people in Yanyun Tower might launch against him after his life experience was exposed.

But now when he looked back, he saw that the young man, whose hands were only touched by the strings, finally grabbed the dagger. Perhaps, on the day he hid the dagger in the guqin, his subconscious mind had already realized that this day would come.

But so what?

To achieve his goal, he can use anything and is willing to do anything. Just as he knew, the mob must have other plans behind his killing of Guan Yu.

But he didn't care. Over the years, the support of the mob for him has been very clear: they also need Song Mingke to be their leader in the fairy world.

The Qingji Sect, which is also the number one sect in the world, is not easy to be breached, so Yanyun Tower is the only choice, and in Yanyun Tower, Song Mingke is their only choice. In becoming the first disciple and the island master, the mob helped him a lot. Now they want Song Mingke to kill Guan Yu with his own hands, not only because Guan Yu has something on Song Mingke, but also because, before providing Song Mingke with higher-level help, they need Song Mingke to show them more sincerity from the same camp by killing Guan Yu.

As for Song Mingke himself, as long as he kills Guan Yu, he will still be the young man in white playing the piano. A person's image is always the side that is shown to others.

Everything was quiet. When he had agreed with Bixiao, Song Mingke put the dagger into his sleeve and prepared to leave his room with it. He will bury Guan Yu's life, just as he is burying his own increasing number of secrets. There are a few stars sparsely dotted on the horizon; it is a moonless night. The capital city was dead silent, yet it seemed as if some kind of crisis was brewing in secret.

At this moment, the candlelight in the room flickered. A figure was reflected on the wall.

The man folded his hands and looked at him.

Song Mingke's brows twitched. After seeing who was coming, a slight fear crept down from his brows, and an unhappy feeling crept up. He asked, "Why are you here?"

“…”

"Who let you into my room?" he repeated.

“…”

"Didn't you hear me? Didn't I tell you to wait at the inn?"

The man looked at him solemnly. For the past hundred years, the big demon, who had always obeyed Song Mingke's orders, had emotions in his eyes that Song Mingke could not understand. He said, "Song Mingke, why are you dressed like this?"

“…”

"I destroyed the things you asked me to destroy. I did what you asked me to do. Today was the day you were supposed to come and hear my report. Why did you suddenly break the promise?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Song Mingke said.

Two hundred years have passed, and Song Mingke has changed. The relationship between this human-demon, which never had a good start, has also changed. Song Mingke has more and more secrets, and more and more things need to be buried underwater. It was at this moment that he realized that You Sutuo, a member of the demon clan, was a very useful knife.

Su Tuo had something to ask of him and something he wanted from him. In this case, it is the most cost-effective deal for him to pay and get what he needs in exchange. From being held hostage to being able to skillfully use the other party in return, Song Mingke actually felt a twisted sense of pleasure as if he had successfully taken revenge when he thought about this.

Especially when Su Tuo returned injured. Song Mingke looked at the edge of the wound where Su Jue had rolled up, and kept thinking in his heart, it was you who started it anyway.

It was Su Tuo who provoked him first. No matter what Su Tuo becomes, it's all his fault.

But in the past few years, Su Tuo's behavior has gradually changed. Song Mingke noticed that as You Sutuo did more and more things for him, there was gradually something deeper and more solemn in the way You Sutuo looked at him. He became quieter than before, and was no longer as keen on getting close to him as he was at the beginning.

But the time Su Tuo spent staring at him in silence was getting longer and longer.

Song Mingke couldn't figure out what Su Tuo was thinking. He had no time to think about it. However, he vaguely realized that Su Tuo's knife was becoming less and less useful.

One day, this knife will fall out of your hand.

And today, it seems that the day has come when the knife will fall out of my hand.

"Song Mingke, don't do anything that will make you regret." You Sutuo said, "Once you do something, there will be no room for regret."

At that moment, Song Mingke looked at Su Tuo and actually wanted to laugh.

Is Su Tuo educating him? Why should he educate him? What does he think he is? Has he forgotten how their relationship began?

He sneered in his heart, but an inexplicable anger still surged in Song Mingke's heart. He said, "In what capacity do you speak this to me?"

Song Mingke is used to it. He is used to treating himself as a weight, and seeing himself as a kind of sacrifice in pursuit of his desired goals. He was also used to the way he spoke to You Sutuo now - just like the young white-clothed Qin Xiu who had revealed his most unbearable and darkest side and thrown it in front of another person unscrupulously. For example, now, no matter what answer Su Tuo gave, he could ridicule him back, and he knew that Su Tuo could always tolerate the ridicule.

But Su Tuo gave an answer that made him feel cold from head to toe.

"I love you." You Sutuo said, "I started to realize that I love you more than ten years ago."

Song Mingke felt like he was doused in a bucket of horrible ice water. He heard his own voice say, "Shut up."

"I love you. Seeing you in pain, I also feel pain and sympathize with you. You have never had a happy day in all these years. Song Mingke, what are you going to do today? You can't go on like this."

Sympathy…He said he sympathized with him?

Song Mingke stood up and heard his joints shaking. He never thought that he would be so angry. But Su Tuo blocked him like a wall. He then said, "Get out of the way."

"No."

Standing in front of Song Mingke were his life experience, Guan Yu, Tan Zhongxing, everyone on Jindao, Yu Niao who had sensed his changes and was gradually distancing herself from him... and now, there was one more person, Su Tuo.

Did he do something wrong? Wasn't he the real, original victim? Why is everyone trying to stop him? Are you going to stop him?

In the eyes of these people, does he deserve to be trapped by his life experience and become a prisoner who is killed?

"Get out of the way. I don't want to say it again."

"No."

“Get out of the way!”

Su Tuo's lips moved again. Song Mingke thought he would say "no" again. But Su Tuo said, "I love you."

"I love you. Song Mingke, I love you."

Song Mingke is a head shorter than Su Tuo. From a long time ago, Su Tuo liked to hug Song Mingke, watching him try to break free but unable to do so, and finally look up at him. And now, Song Mingke looked up at him again.

He said: "Aren't they wrong? Am I the one who is wrong?"

You Sutuo said: "I love you."

Song Mingke's eyebrows curved. He was smiling, and at that moment, he still vaguely looked like the young man in white as before.

"Okay," he said.

The dagger that had been planned for a long time finally saw blood for the first time tonight.

Su Tuo saw Song Mingke's face again. The face was high up, with a red mole still between the eyebrows, but it seemed as distant as a mural from many years ago.

He said, "It's your bad luck to meet me."

Once the dagger sees blood, there is no turning back.

The incense that makes people fall asleep has already been spread. The palace was so dark at night that you couldn't see your hand in front of you, and only the faint smell of blood was spreading in the palace. Soon, there was a sound of metal colliding.

"Bang!"

After all, Guan Yu is a cultivator of the same level as Song Mingke. Even though she was controlled by the incense, she still resisted to a certain extent. However, this sound soon disappeared in the silent palace.

"Nothing can stop me. I can do whatever I want to do."

Song Mingke was cautious. He did not kill Guan Yu outright, but wounded her to the point of dying, then reached out and began to read her memory using the Wuhezhong method.

Information...information...where is the information about my life experience?

Soon, Song Mingke discovered where the information was. As he expected, Guan Yu was also wary of him. She even set up a spell so that when she died, the information in her hands would be automatically sent to many elders.

Now she holds this information, but has not sent it to others because she wants to gain more bargaining chips in the competition with Song Mingke. Song Mingke then thought coldly in his heart that Guan Yu deserved it.

If she had not had this idea in mind and had sent out the information earlier, she would not have brought about this fatal disaster.

But just as he took off the jade pendant that stored Guan Yu's information, a voice that was very familiar to him came from behind Song Mingke.

"Who are you?"