Chapter 17: Breakthrough "It's just a strange and distant uncle-sister-in-law relationship...
"Thank you so much."
This was the first time someone praised him as the reincarnation of a living Bodhisattva. Ming Yao made a few dry and polite remarks, then glanced at Wen Huan who was silent beside him, still having some unfinished words in his mind.
But she knew that a few words at this critical moment would not change anything.
She sighed softly and said, "Don't think about it anymore. It's time to go out."
His gaze slowly fell back on the sharp blade still stuck in Xuanxiu's abdomen. His mind returned to its original state, and he suddenly felt a little hesitant.
This is easier said than done, but if you really want to give yourself a knife...
Mingyao couldn't help but touch his neck and looked at his chest. He really couldn't bring himself to do it.
"How about..." Mingyao looked up at Xuanxiu, "You come and kill me?"
Although she didn't know how Xuanxiu had managed to hold on until now, as cultivators, they always had some unknown methods and means, so she didn't ask.
She looked at Xuanxiu expectantly, stretched her neck, pointed at her vitals, and began to make her request: "It would be best if you could take advantage of my unpreparedness and kill me with a single blow. Either the neck or the heart would be fine. It would be best if I didn't feel any pain..."
Her voice was innocent, and she tilted her head slightly, revealing her long, white neck.
It wasn't the first time someone had asked him to kill someone, but—
Xuanxiu's gaze fell on her neck, and his breathing paused inaudibly.
Mingyao's neck is slender, so it's actually very easy to attack.
The moment the blade cuts, a large amount of blood spurts out. The first thing you feel is the burning pain caused by the blade cutting through the flesh, followed by the coolness after losing blood. After the coolness spreads throughout the body, the body will fall to the ground uncontrollably, with tinnitus, blurred vision, and the pain gradually increasing until it becomes numb.
During this time, one might die in just a few breaths, or it might take one-third of a minute to succeed.
His eyes slowly moved downwards.
As for the heart.
He lowered his eyelashes and thought carefully. This way of dying seemed to be more painful.
The pain will start the moment the blade is pulled out, and spread throughout the body as time goes by. Cold sweat will break out, and the chest will feel tight and unbearable. Occasionally, hallucinations will appear, and the person will suffer from pain and torture in the hallucinations, and finally die.
Comparing the two, the former is relatively more satisfying.
But she cries so much that I'm afraid she can't bear it.
However, even though the illusion was blessed with immortal power, it probably wasn't that real, and she might not have to go through this pain completely.
perhaps.
His eyelashes trembled and he felt inexplicably hesitant.
While he was distracted, Mingyao finished rambling on about her request, then came close to him, looking at him with round eyes without blinking: "Is it okay?"
Yes. He came back to his senses, raised his eyes to meet hers, and answered in his heart.
There's nothing wrong with it. She has to go out anyway. If she does it herself, she might stab the wrong spot and suffer even more. It would be better for him to do it quickly and easily.
Killing was not a daily occurrence for him, but it was something he was accustomed to. It was not difficult for him to do it with a flick of his knife.
But the words didn't come out yet.
Mingyao looked at Xuanxiu who had been silent for a long time and couldn't help but feel hesitant. Is there something difficult about this request?
"If that doesn't work—" Then I'll do it myself.
Mingyao hadn't finished the rest of the sentence.
There was a soft sound, the sound of flesh being sliced by a sharp blade. Unexpectedly, bright red blood exploded before Mingyao's eyes.
It wasn't Xuanxiu who took action.
Behind him, Wen Huan held the dagger firmly in her hand and gave Ming Yao a quick blow with an expressionless face.
Mingyao didn't even have time to feel any pain. He thought that the blood from his aorta was indeed splashing far away. He just felt a black screen in front of his eyes and passed out.
When Mingyao leaves, the illusion will collapse.
Her blood splattered all over Xuanxiu, and there were also spots of blood on his face. Xuanxiu swept across the large bloodstain left by Mingyao, and his heart tightened. The burning pain that he thought would come seemed to spread to his body along with her blood.
It's an illusion.
Xuanxiu looked at Wen Huan who was smiling maliciously in front of him.
"Don't look at me." Wen Huan's face was filled with sarcasm, but her eyes were also tinged with a bit of amusement. "This illusion is no longer under my control. It is about to collapse, and my soul will also be scattered. If you feel pain, it is not my fault, Immortal Lord Miaomiao."
Her ending tone was long.
Xuanxiu ignored her teasing. He raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, but it was of no use. At this moment, his whole body had begun to feel cold. All the phantom pain that he thought she would endure fell completely on him.
It's really strange.
Xuanxiu thought expressionlessly. The gentle smile he had when Mingyao was around was gone from his brows, and a hint of indifference seeped from his bones.
If Mingyao were still here, he would notice that his coldness was somewhat different from Xuanhui's.
Xuan Hui's coldness is like the white snow on the top of a mountain, indifferent and distant, high above, with a kind of coldness that is out of touch with the world.
Xuanxiu, on the other hand, is more like a fleeting cold light between the edges of a sharpened knife, without any extra emotions, revealing its edge only occasionally in subtle places. Now, it is mixed with a hint of confusion, giving a sense of the desolation of a divine weapon abandoned in the wilderness.
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Finally back to the human world, when Mingyao opened his eyes, fragmented morning light squeezed in.
A bit dazzling.
Well, the whole night has passed.
Rubbing her eyes, Mingyao looked around and found that she was the first to wake up, while Xuanhui and Xuanxiu were still dizzy.
The two men leaned against the coffin, and when they closed their eyes, their faces looked even more alike.
At first glance it's hard to tell the difference.
Tsk tsk, it's worthy of being transported into a book, there are actually two such handsome faces at once. When I go back, if I want to see a face as handsome as this again, I can only do so through the screen.
Mingyao's thoughts were scattered and aimless.
She squatted opposite the two of them, supporting her face with her hands. It was quiet all around her, and she began to daydream as she thought about it.
The little light ball that gave her the outline of the novel said that the flow rate here was different from that in her world. She had been here for more than a hundred years, while they might have only spent a short night there.
It's pretty good, and it has the professional ethics of a book traveler. When Mingyao thought of Wen Huan's parents in the fantasy world, and never saw them again until Wen Huan died, she couldn't help but miss home. If the time flowed at the same speed, then when she returned, all her relatives and friends would be gone, which would be too tragic.
Ming Yao felt uncomfortable just thinking about this.
"Miss Ming, are you okay?"
The somewhat distant address interrupted Mingyao's thoughts.
Mingyao looked up and saw that Xuanhui had woken up and was looking at her with a slightly frown.
Mingyao was stunned by her expression, until Xuanhui's hand gently brushed the corners of her eyes and the sides of her face, Mingyao realized that she was crying.
She sniffed, thinking it was rare for Xuan Hui to do such an intimate thing as wiping her tears. Mingyao's thoughts quickly returned to her mind, and she struck while the iron was hot.
She hugged Xuan Hui's arm and rubbed it over to him: "Husband, I was so scared. Is your injury better? Are you okay?"
Mingyao clearly felt Xuanhui's body stiffen, and couldn't help but find it a little funny.
In fact, she never understood Xuan Hui.
The favor she had shown him for saving her life was actually just a trivial matter. When he took the initiative to mention marrying her, Mingyao originally thought that he had some feelings for her.
But after getting married, the two returned to the fairy mountain, and Xuan Hui never changed his way of addressing her, and just called her Miss Ming. They called each other by their own name. Although the people in the fairy mountain were cultivators, they cultivated abilities but not virtues, and most of the time they treated people differently according to their social status.
After so many years in Xianshan, logically speaking, if she was not so broad-minded and had not hoped to go home, she would probably have developed an emotional illness.
To be honest, when Mingyao occasionally thinks about this story, he feels that the logic in this book is a bit far-fetched.
"I'm fine now."
Xuan Hui has always been a man of few words, so after Ming Yao expressed his concern, he only got four words out of him.
However, after hearing his answer, Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was fine, it wouldn't affect his breakthrough. "That's good. I feel relieved."
She gave a genuine smile.
In this world, before receiving the divorce papers, no one wanted Xuan Hui to be well more than she did.
The morning light suddenly softened.
Xuan Hui looked at her smile quietly, his eyes softened unconsciously, but returned to normal in an instant.
Mingyao knew nothing about this, and she had long given up trying to figure out Xuanhui's thoughts.
After getting the answer she wanted, she contentedly let go of her hand that was wrapped around Xuan Hui's arm. Thinking of how Xuan Xiu had helped her a lot in the illusion, she was thinking of going over to see if Xuan Xiu had woken up.
But suddenly Xuan Hui reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Wow, Mingyao looked at Xuanhui in surprise. After a while, she and Xuanhui seemed to be closer than they had been in many years.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else, husband?"
"I'm going to break the mirror."
Xuan Hui lowered his eyes, tightly grasping Mingyao's wrist. His eyes flickered slightly, and he went straight to the point, "In this illusion, I saw that the power of this resentful ghost was different, so I went to the edge of the illusion to check it out. I didn't expect to be attacked by the power within. By chance, my bottleneck was loosened. Now I am on the verge of breaking through. I need to fly back to the mountain on my sword immediately. Can your body handle it?"
It was rare for Xuan Hui to explain such a long paragraph. Ming Yao was a little confused at first. Her brain, which had not slept all night, could not keep up. It was not until she felt pain in her wrist that she pinched the soft flesh on her waist again in disbelief.
Breaking through the realm? Is this going to break the mirror?
In a moment, Xuanhui turned into a big gold brick in Mingyao's eyes.
Mingyao couldn't help but rush over and hug the gold brick.
"I can handle it, I can handle it. It's important that you break through. We will go back to the mountain immediately!" Her tone was full of joy, and she held me for a long time before she was willing to let go.
She now likes Xuan Hui more and more.
As expected of the male lead, danger is opportunity.
If possible, she even wanted to reward Xuan Hui with a big red flower.
She happily watched Xuan Hui walk to the window where there was a big hole, ready to fly with his sword.
I wanted to wake Xuanxiu up quickly and ask him what his plans were.
After all, according to the records in the fairy mountain, the fairy mountain has been trying to capture the Immortal Lord Miaomiao for many years.
Does he really want to go back to the fairy mountain with them?
When I turned around, I met Xuanxiu's eyes.
I don't know when he woke up.
Mingyao was stunned for a moment, then began to explain: "My husband is about to break through, we-"
"I know. I just heard it."
Xuanxiu's face was slightly pale in the morning light. He gently interrupted Mingyao and said in a warm voice, "Congratulations, brother and sister-in-law."
He had his usual smile on his face, but for some reason, Mingyao always felt that he was more distant than when they first met.
A little strange.
The atmosphere became condensed.
Mingyao suddenly wanted to ask something but couldn't bring himself to ask it.
Although the two of them had been friends through life and death many times, in the final analysis, they were just a distant and unrelated relationship, like sister-in-law and uncle.
"Miss Ming."
Behind her, Xuan Hui was calling her.
Mingyao thought that since he was leaving soon, it would be better not to cause any trouble regarding Xuanxiu's matter.
She turned and walked towards Xuan Hui.
After taking half a step, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Xuanxiu with his peripheral vision.
In the dim inn, Xuanxiu was alone in the slightly dim and crowded room, his body stained with blood. He lowered his eyes and did not look at her. No one knew what he was thinking.
Why is it still a bit pitiful?
Mingyao withdrew his peripheral vision and moved closer to Xuanhui, his lips moving slightly. He originally wanted to ask Xuanhui, "Will Xuanxiu come with us?" But he was afraid that if he broke the news, Xuanhui would have to escort the rumored evil Immortal Lord Miaomiao back to the fairy mountain.
So in the end I just said, "Let's go."
Mingyao was looking out the broken window, looking up at Xuanhui when a dot of light in the sky caught her eye. She tilted her head and closed her eyes, but when she looked up again—
"careful!"
Mingyao's pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw a light spot that seemed to be far away in the sky, but in a blink of an eye, it turned into an arrow and shot straight towards Xuan Hui.
Xuan Hui had his back to the arrow and when he felt the murderous intent, he was about to dodge with Ming Yao, but it was Ming Yao who reacted faster than him.
There was a loud "bang".
An unfamiliar force flowed through Mingyao's body. She threw Xuanhui to the ground without even thinking, even faster than the arrow.
"Husband, are you okay?"
After dodging the arrow, she stood up in a panic and anxiously checked Xuan Hui's body with both hands. There was a layer of tears in her eyes because of the shock just now.
Damn it, who would want to harm her big gold brick again and again.
"Don't worry, sister-in-law. Brother is fine."
Xuanxiu's unhurried voice behind him brought back some of Mingyao's sanity.
She turned her head.
Xuanxiu's palm was pierced by the arrow, revealing a bloody hole, but he seemed unconscious. He looked around, then moved to a corner and picked up a head.
It was the innkeeper who had fought with him before.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at the thing in his hand, thinking casually.
The nine-headed bird demon refined its body and turned into a ghost.
It really cost a lot of money.
Previously, Mingyao was by his side, and his immortal power was suppressed by the man of destiny, so he could only use three-tenths of the half.
I almost fell into the hands of this monster.
Just now he sacrificed golden arrows to kill.
He is neither a demon nor a ghost. Which party is so eager to kill him?
A hint of boredom flashed across Xuanxiu's eyes as he looked at Mingyao again.
Suddenly, a scene flashed through his mind, showing her throwing herself into Xuan Hui's arms with a smile in her eyes and eyebrows. Then, she subconsciously mobilized the immortal power in her body to protect Xuan Hui under her body.
In the blink of an eye, the phantom pain that she had caused in the previous illusion began to spread inch by inch.
That's... strange.
He looked at the woman in front of him with tears in her eyes, raised the corner of his lips——
"Don't worry, sister-in-law. Brother is fine."
"It's me they want to kill."
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