Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan was destined not to be able to answer Yan Li's question. He opened his mouth, but instead vomited mouthfuls of black blood, and his consciousness began to stagnate.
But her eyes, which she stubbornly opened, were fixed on Yan Li on the shore, filled with extreme resentment and even disbelief.
He was about to succeed; she was about to belong to him.
He was so close to succeeding!
She's just in the out-of-body stage.
On this mountain peak, she had no reinforcements and no one would notice anything amiss, yet she took advantage of this to scheme against him.
They even used poisons with odors.
She had always known that the more she acted this way, the less he would suspect her.
The soil buried his body, gradually covering his torso, hands, and feet, but his head was left outside, with only a few specks landing in his nose, ears, eyes, and mouth.
Even breathing hurts him now.
It felt as if all the bones in my body had been crushed.
He couldn't even utter a single roar.
All I could hear was the sound of dirt falling on my body.
Yan Li knew, of course, that she could use her spiritual power to directly kill him, or even extract his soul and turn it into nothingness, preventing him from entering the cycle of reincarnation.
But all she wanted was for him to die in agony.
Thinking of this, Yan Li increased the speed of shoveling soil, and only stopped when the soil was almost halfway up the body.
Jiang Fan was already beyond saving. His eyes, which had been open, began to blink, and he twitched in the pit as if in a final burst of energy.
"Is Senior Brother Jiang still unwilling to close his eyes?" Yan Li chuckled. "But I've already memorized you, and I can even remember every single one buried in this pit."
Are you happy?
As if she had thought of something, she paused for a moment, then scattered a handful of seeds.
We can't waste it, but I wonder if the spiritual herbs grown by him will be more toxic.
Jiang Fan got angry again.
It's one thing to remember him, but why does she remember everyone else in this pit? Why should she?
It was at this moment that a figure in white flashed in his eyes.
Is it the sect leader?
He's going to be saved!
With Yan Li doing such a thing, the sect leader must have finally seen through her true colors. She will definitely be expelled from the sect.
Just when Jiang Fan was full of hope, thinking he would be saved, the man hesitated to step forward and stop Yan Li.
It was as if what he had just experienced was merely a fantasy before his death, and he could only watch helplessly as shovel after shovel of dirt fell on his head.
After a while, the pit was finally filled in.
The clean soil showed no trace of burial, and the seeds she had scattered began to sprout instantly.
If the three elders of the Miscellaneous Service Peak were here, they would surely scream without hesitation upon seeing Yan Li burying the body.
They might even regret taking her in as their personal disciple.
Yan Li finally stopped, but it was as if she had exhausted all her strength. The shovel in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Immediately, she couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, and then she collapsed straight to the ground.
Just as Yan Li thought she was about to have a close encounter with the ground, a large hand grabbed her lower back, and she fell into an extremely broad embrace.
The familiar scent put Yan Li at ease, and she even forgot to resist. When she looked up, she saw Wen Yu's face.
"Master..."
It's really beautiful.
Only those who are favored by Heaven can remain undisturbed, right?
"Ah Li, you really do kill a thousand enemies but lose eight hundred of your own."
Wen Yu sighed, put his arm around her waist, sat down on the ground, pulled her into his arms, and gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her lips.
This is the first time I've ever seen someone poison another person, not even sparing themselves, and then using the poison without even developing an antidote.
Wen Yu's movements were extremely light, as if he were holding a paper doll in his arms, but the more he wiped, the more blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Some of them are even out of control.
He paused, feeling a slight discomfort in his heart.
How could she be so stupid?
Wen Yu took Yan Li's hand, took her pulse, and after ascertaining her condition, he fell silent.
His apprentice seems to be really going to die.
No joke.
She had only been left to roam freely for a few days, yet she was already trying to kill herself. How come he never knew she had such an ability?
If he had known earlier, he would never have left her on the servants' peak.
No, he should have known.
She almost drowned herself last time.
Wen Yu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
Yan Li was truly ruthless, even to herself. She would endure it even if it meant trading one life for one, waiting for the person in the pit to pass away first, not wanting him to see her pathetic state.
Although she had prepared herself mentally, the poison was still incredibly potent and pervasive.
Even skin contact can cause infection, and there is no antidote.
Therefore, no matter how careful she was, at this moment, she was in so much pain that she wanted to roll on the ground and even end her own life.
A muffled groan escaped his lips as he tried to get up from Wen Yu's embrace, find a quiet place to lie down, and slowly pass away.
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, but did not take the force of Yan Li's shoving seriously.
His large hand landed directly and decisively on the back of her head, gently pinching the back of her neck, pressing her head down to his shoulder. His voice was so soft and gentle, almost coaxing, that she was almost unrecognizable.
"Ah Li, cry if you want to. When you're done crying, I'll take you back."
As soon as he finished speaking, his spiritual power began to flow continuously into Yan Li's body. No matter who he wanted to save, no one could take him away.
Yan Li was stunned. Her head was pressed tightly against Wen Yu's shoulder, but she was unusually confused: When did she want to cry?
She was unaware that her tears had already soaked Wen Yu's shoulder.
Looking into those reddened rabbit eyes, Wen Yu couldn't move. He felt a strong urge to dig Jiang Fan out of that pit, whip his corpse, and vent his anger for his disciple.
How could she be so spineless?
It's just killing one person, yet it's worth her crying.
At this moment, Yan Li also realized that something was wrong and couldn't help but reach out to pull Wen Yu's hand away, "Master, you can't cure this poison, don't waste your spiritual power."
Yan Li spoke the short sentence with difficulty, even haltingly.
"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you." Wen Yu ignored him and continued to channel his spiritual energy and cultivation.
Yan Li felt a rare pang of guilt. After all, she had previously gossiped about Wen Yu, but now he was the one who was collecting her body.
She had lost all confidence that Wen Yu could cure the poison, yet she still nestled in his arms, trusting him completely like a young animal huddled with its family.
Living is really hard.
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