Chapter 11 Chapter 11 “Look, brother, she can’t tell…
It's late at night.
It was already the latter half of the night, and even the chirping of insects outside the house had completely died down.
Everything in the room was noisy.
Xuanxiu didn't quite understand why people had so many emotions.
Compassion, sympathy, pain, remorse, joy, hatred... all these things were too unfamiliar to him, having been worn away between life and death again and again.
So much so that when it actually fell on him, he was a little slow to even notice it.
Why should we give him even a little mercy?
The woman in front of him tightly hugged Xuan Hui, who was not seriously injured. She was obviously very sleepy, but she held on and refused to fall asleep.
Her mind was no longer on him.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at himself, who was also covered in blood. Fang Jiaoxiao could not wipe the blood off his body clean, it was just a drop in the bucket.
Her charity was useless and was just a thoughtless act done on a whim.
Just like the man before, after stabbing him to death, he would occasionally look at him in a daze.
They were all looking for the shadow of another person through his face.
"Axiu, your eyes are very similar to your mother's." That person would call him that when he was in a good mood.
He was still young at that time and could still feel the pain when he was stabbed.
Hearing that man shout like that, he deliberately imitated the smile in his memory, hoping to avoid getting stabbed a few times.
Her eyes are smiling, and the corners of her lips are slightly raised, just like the warm smile of spring breeze.
Just like now.
"Sister-in-law, get some rest first. It will be dawn in less than two hours. My immortal power has recovered a lot. I will be the one keeping watch tonight. When the sun comes up, I'm sure my brother will be fine."
It's just some minor injuries. Xuan Hui will wake up in less than two hours or an hour.
He concealed the indifference in his eyes, and his voice was filled with just the right amount of concern, friendly and polite.
The woman, who was not on guard to begin with, suddenly showed a hint of gratitude in her troubled eyes when she heard this.
"Thank you." She rubbed her swollen eyes, paused, and called him with a somewhat uncertain tone, "Miao Miao?"
The smile that was like a mask was cracked into a small hole without being noticed.
She pinched her fingertips and explained, "I heard the ghost who just broke in and fought with you called you Immortal Lord Miaomiao. Your name is Miaomiao, right?"
Mingyao felt strange. As brothers, Xuanhui had a single-character name, but his was a double-character name, Xuanmiaomiao. This name was quite cute.
"That's my common name. You can just call me Xuanxiu, sister-in-law." Xuanxiu responded softly.
Xuanxiu? This name sounds very suitable for him, very elegant, but I don't know which character it is.
Mingyao couldn't help but yawn. After tossing and turning all night, she wanted to ask more questions, but her words were as soft as a mosquito.
"Okay, I'll call you Xuanxiu." She nodded and murmured softly.
"Sister-in-law, go to sleep first." After a soft whisper, the surroundings became completely quiet.
Perhaps affected by the resentment planted in his body, Mingyao soon fell asleep.
The dream was not peaceful, and the faint smell of blood lingered in my nose.
In her dream, she was wandering drowsily in an endless corridor.
Until a loud shout——
"Chu Miaomiao!"
I don’t know when, I have reached the end of the corridor, surrounded by evil mist, clear water and Wushan Mountain. There are four big words on the plaque at the entrance of the mountain cave: Blue Sky Demon Palace.
Mingyao saw Xuanxiu as soon as he raised his eyes.
He was pierced in the collar bone and knelt in a pool of blood. He looked miserable but not cowardly.
He was younger than when she first met him, just a slightly frail teenager with a bit of the fearless innocence of youth.
There is a group of monsters on the opposite side.
Led by a lion demon with a lion's head and a human body, there was still blood and flesh on the lion demon's claws, and it looked like it was still furious.
I don’t know what Xuanxiu did.
"A natural immortal?" The lion demon licked the blood from his claws, his expression changed, and he violently kicked the kneeling Xuanxiu to the ground. "It's just so-so, nothing special. Can it really cure my son's illness? I might as well just eat it raw and make me happy!"
"My king, please don't speak in anger. Look at his original immortal power, it's much purer than that old fellow Xuanqing's. While he's out of the mountain and the Immortal Mountain hasn't noticed, it's best to use it as medicine for the young master as soon as possible." The shifty-eyed rat demon beside him glanced greedily at Xuanxiu and waved his hand back, "Deal with it cleanly and don't let the people from the Immortal Mountain get hold of it."
Xuanxiu was dragged away by a group of goblins and locked in a cave.
Mingyao was also locked up uncontrollably.
She sat opposite Xuanxiu. Xuanxiu was pierced by a thick black iron chain, with blood and rust mixed together, but he seemed unconscious and was too quiet.
"The time has come." After a long moment, his voice echoed from the empty cave. "I can clearly feel it, but why is there nothing?"
He looked back and forth between the caves, but still found nothing.
"Did she miscalculate?"
He tilted his head, as if remembering something interesting. The corner of his lips curled up, and suddenly, he suddenly attacked. He put two fingers together to form a sword, and the spiritual power in his veins circulated, shattering the chains that bound him. His face suddenly turned even paler, and he vomited blood, almost splashing Mingyao all over.
Mingyao subconsciously dodged backwards, and a breeze just happened to blow by.
"I caught him." Xuanxiu was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head and smiled. Blood stained his lips. Perhaps because he was still a teenager, he didn't have the calm and gentle grace of a hundred years later. His brows were fierce with excitement. His eyes were bright and he stared at Mingyao. "Break it."
The gust of wind turned into a sword and passed by.
Mingyao's breath was choked as he watched the wind blade pierce through his body, and there was a moment of blankness.
After not feeling any pain for a long time, Mingyao finally realized that she was in a dream and Xuanxiu could not hurt her.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. When he slowly regained his composure and returned to Xuanxiu's side, he found himself pinned to the ground by a group of goblins, perhaps because of the noise he'd made earlier. The bleeding wounds mixed with the mud and sand on the ground, making Mingyao grimaced.
"Good boy, you've taken the Immortal Drunk and you still want to escape." The rat demon who had been advising the lion demon came in with a sinister look on his face. He sent another demon to drag Xuanxiu up and put a long hook to his heart, threatening him, "If you wait patiently to be used as medicine, you can suffer less. If you refuse..."
He exerted a little force with the hook in his hand, piercing it half an inch into Xuanxiu's heart. He let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh, "If you refuse... I will sink this soul-stealing hook into your heart inch by inch, and grind your heart into pieces... The feeling will be unpleasant."
The iron hook was stained with blood and gave off an unpleasant fishy smell. Mingyao felt a chill on his back and struggled to wake up from the dream, but it was as if he was possessed by a ghost. He could not move at all and could only watch.
"Ha." He lowered his eyes to look at the cold, long hook on his chest, and a short laugh escaped his throat. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a hint of hostility flashed between his eyebrows. He was clearly smiling, but it was completely different from the gentle and considerate Xuanxiu Mingyao had seen. His pretty face showed a perverse and sarcastic expression, "Then do it."
Without waiting for the monsters to react, Xuanxiu broke free from the hand that was holding him and took a step forward. The long hook pierced his body. He approached the monster and said, "I told you to do it. What a pity..."
He sighed softly, his smile growing deeper: "You are a step behind."
The sudden change took place and the demons present had no time to react. The rat demon did not expect Xuanxiu to end his life so easily. He subconsciously pushed Xuanxiu away and pulled out the long hook, splashing blood all over him.
Mingyao was not spared either. Xuanxiu's blood splattered on her face, landing just between her eyebrows.
In dreams and in reality, she didn't know how many times her skin was stained with Xuanxiu's blood.
She raised her hand to wipe it off, but a voice came into her ears——
"Half of Miaomiao's immortal power is used to suppress those things. He can only mobilize 50% to 60% of the remaining half. So Zhaozhao, you don't have to be afraid of him. If one day Miaomiao rebels, you must be the one to kill him."
Mingyao suddenly felt a burning sensation between his eyebrows.
Miaomiao is Xuanxiu, who is Zhaozhao? And who is the person speaking? Is this a dream, or—
The bloodstain between her eyebrows burned her eyebrows, and the pain became more and more severe. Mingyao had no time to think. The red blood penetrated into her body, as if to devour something, causing the resentment in her body to suddenly erupt. The two forces intertwined, torturing Mingyao so much that she wished she was dying.
"Miao Miao." He called out the name involuntarily between his lips and teeth, and a line of hot tears seeped out of his eyes.
Outside the dream, Xuanxiu opened his eyes.
On one side of the coffin, Mingyao's face showed pain. Beside her, Xuanhui had woken up and was using his magical power to suppress the resentment in her body, but it was of no use.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at the immortal power in his spiritual veins. At this moment, the immortal power was drawn by Mingyao, but unlike the last time in the ghost town, the immortal power did not disappear from his body. It was just like a thread connecting the two of them, and Mingyao's pain also fell on him.
Is this the man destined to be born?
Hundreds of years ago, he followed Chu Dianqing's orders and went down the mountain to find the whereabouts of the person she had predicted was destined to be with him.
Chu Dianqing is the most gifted cultivator in the field of destiny in the fairy mountain for thousands of years, and is also the biological mother of him and Xuan Hui.
Before he mastered the immortal power in his body, he was no match for Chu Dianqing in terms of destiny.
However, when he went to the Blue Sky Demon Mansion, he did not find the so-called destined person. He thought that Chu Dianqing's divination was wrong, but who knew that the confirmation of this divination would come many years later.
Mingyao shared the same dream with him hundreds of years ago.
Xuanxiu stood up and walked over. The immortal power in his body gradually calmed down as the distance got closer.
He raised his hand to pass through her Baihui acupoint, letting his immortal power penetrate her consciousness to relieve her restless resentment, but was stopped by Xuan Hui.
"Xuanxiu, she is my first wife."
Xuan Hui's gaze was cold and his tone was low.
Xuanxiu paused, he suddenly realized that Xuanhui could not see the immortal power connecting them.
There was an inexplicable malice in my heart.
He pulled his hand back, and suddenly lost the immortal power that was so close to him. Mingyao subconsciously leaned towards him.
"It's okay."
"Look, brother, she can't tell us apart." He looked at Xuan Hui with a calm expression.
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