Chapter 29 Frost Pear Town (Part 2) “I want you to be afraid of him”…
It turns out that you can’t eat the pie that falls from the sky.
The changes came too fast and too suddenly.
Mingyao floated up and down, as if melting in the wind. Even after he landed on the ground, he still couldn't recover from the sudden fatal disaster.
She had long known that Xuan Hui had a cold personality.
As for the male protagonist, he is a flower of high age. It is clearly written in the half-finished synopsis of the novel.
After reincarnation, the cold male protagonist will fall in love with the reincarnated person. At that time, they will argue about who the male protagonist loves and whether the female protagonist in the past life and the present life is the same person. Finally, the story ends with him chasing his wife to the crematorium, which is very exciting.
The beauty of high mountain was dragged down from the altar. She used to love watching this kind of scene the most. The more indifferent in the early stage, the more exciting the later stage of "loving deeply".
But no matter how cold a person is, he still has basic sympathy, otherwise how can he be the male protagonist.
The same principle applies to Xuanhui.
Mingyao still remembers that when she and Xuanhui just returned to the fairy mountain, she also had the idea of practicing Taoism.
The misty mountain scenery is like a dream, or a monk flies by on his sword, or every move between swords and sabers is so exciting and full of life, much more exciting and fun than martial arts movies.
Who can bear this?
Unfortunately, she had no spiritual veins, and the spiritual herbs Xuan Hui found were useless.
In short, he suffered a lot of sins, but was of no use at all. Moreover, he was made into a joke by the monks in the fairy mountain, who called him a human bait worth a thousand gold coins for their amusement.
When she first arrived at the Immortal Mountain, her edges had not yet been smoothed by the years, and she had argued with the young monks there. However, she was naturally prone to tears and her emotions fluctuated greatly. She could not wait to burst into tears before she could finish a sentence.
Very embarrassing.
Over time, Mingyao simply locked himself in the palace, not going out to see anyone, and even rarely went to the library that he usually loved to visit.
If you keep it in alone, you will get angrier and angrier, and you will end up crying as you think about it.
Mingyao hated his tear incontinence, but at the same time he was completely unable to control himself.
My eyes were swollen for several days.
It was so swollen that even someone as cold-hearted as Xuan Hui couldn't help but ask her one more question.
It would have been fine if no one asked, but once someone asked, Mingyao couldn't hold back his anger. He thought that Xuanhui, as the next master of the Immortal Mountain, did not restrain the disciples of the Immortal Mountain, which was really a dereliction of duty.
I couldn't help but get angry at him.
It’s not entirely true to say that she was angry, because as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, she started crying.
He sobbed and couldn't explain what was going on clearly.
It was really embarrassing, so she just gave up and cried bitterly in front of Xuan Hui about all the unpleasant things that happened when she first arrived at the fairy mountain.
Xuan Hui has always been cold and solemn.
If Mingyao needs anything, such as fashionable clothing materials or magical tools he wants to find at a discount, he can talk to him.
As for delicate emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, don't expect it.
Mingyao had no intention of telling him this.
After all, the synopsis of the novel clearly states that she is just cannon fodder.
Therefore, she has been restraining herself and not allowing herself to rely on Xuanhui because of loneliness and hardship during these long years.
From the beginning to the end, she was deliberately trying to avoid becoming the Ming Yao in the novel's synopsis.
So that was the only time Mingyao cried loudly in front of Xuanhui.
She could hardly stop crying.
That night, the lights in Xuanhui Hall were on, and there was no other sound except crying.
Mingyao sat there crying, and Xuanhui sat there listening, just listening, without any extra words of comfort.
Not even an extra "Don't be sad".
It was not until Mingyao stopped attacking that he handed over the piece of shark silk.
Their eyes met.
"Crying is a spiritual phenomenon. The more spiritual one is, the more crying one feels. It has nothing to do with the good or bad circumstances." [1]
Xuan Hui muttered a lot, and Ming Yao blinked her eyes, not understanding what he was trying to say at all.
As if sensing her bewilderment, Xuan Hui paused, his words becoming more conventional, "...You've been crying for about an hour and three quarters. Crying damages your energy and isn't good for your cultivation."
Mingyao cried so hard that her mind was dazed. It was a long time before she realized that Xuanhui was comforting her.
Although it never happened again after that, she always remembered it and felt that Xuan Hui was a bit cold, but he still had some humanity.
Over the past hundred years, the two have treated each other with respect. Even if they are divorced now, Xuan Hui has no reason to kill her.
His mind was a mess, and Mingyao couldn't understand all the changes that had happened since his death escape.
But what is known is that the plot has now completely collapsed.
His plan of escaping death failed, and Xuan Hui killed someone.
Over the past few days, the subtle feeling of uneasiness has intensified with Xuan Hui's sword strike just now.
But life is not always satisfactory. One thing is about to happen and another is not yet settled. If a person is unlucky, these bad things will always happen one after another.
Mingyao walked in dazed, and then realized that he was back to the small, shabby house where he had come from.
The gazes of the man and the ghost in front of him were scorching.
"It's you..."
In the narrow room, Chao Qulai and He Ling stared at her with complicated expressions, and even Xixi looked at her curiously.
There was still blood at the corners of Chao Qulai's mouth, nose and eyes. His face was pale, and he looked disheveled and weak.
Was this caused by Xuanxiu?
Mingyao opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to show concern for her boss, but before she could say anything, a cold breath wrapped around her neck.
"You know that madman from Xuyouxianshan."
Hatred flashed across He Ling's eyes, and the strength in his hands tightened. Although he was asking her, he did not give her a chance to argue.
Mingyao's neck was entangled by the breath, as if it was about to be cut off by the ice blade.
No, who's crazy? You should always be clear when asking questions. What's going on?
"Miao Miao Immortal Lord."
Over there, Chao Qulai seemed to know what she was thinking and slowly stepped forward, "Miss Wen, do you know Immortal Lord Miaomiao?"
Hearing this, Mingyao stopped struggling for a moment.
Suddenly I felt guilty.
Even this tiny movement did not escape Chao Qulai's eyes. He gently patted He Ling's shoulder, with a dark light in his eyes, but he did not ask He Ling to finish her off: "He Ling, let her go."
"She can't die now."
Chao Qulai was still as easygoing as when they first met, and his gaze on Mingyao even had a hint of comfort in it.
"Your soul has left your body... I didn't know your identity before, but now you look pitiful. I guess Immortal Lord Miaomiao has made too many enemies, so you have suffered this."
"It's strange that someone like him would be liked... Wen Meiren, do you know how much blood is on his hands?"
Mingyao didn't know what Chao Qulai was saying. She guessed that they went to seek revenge on Xuanxiu tonight but failed and were taught a lesson instead. They must have known something and that's why they misunderstood her.
It was true that she and Xuanxiu knew each other, and Xuanxiu had indeed said some ambiguous things to her, but her relationship with Xuanxiu...
……like?
She is all alone in this world, how could she like someone?
Mingyao's eyes were round and bright, and he was not good at hiding his thoughts. The confusion between his brows was obvious.
Chao Qulai paused, took a few steps back, and looked at Mingyao's expression.
After a while, as if he had discovered something new, he suddenly laughed out loud: "So you don't like him."
Chao Qulai seemed to have his laughter secreted. He laughed for a long time before wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
With a little light in his hand, he pointed it at Mingyao's forehead, and the soul-binding technique that had been broken before was reconnected.
"It's fate."
"He Ling, give me the prepared bait."
Bait? What bait? Mingyao pursed her lips, feeling that she was going to be unlucky tonight. She was afraid that Chao Qulai would take out some disgusting insects or something like that.
Fortunately, the bait in the box seemed to be just a small piece of spice.
Seeing her entranced, Chao Qulai patiently explained, "This bait is crafted from the spirit of a wolf demon, supplemented by hundreds of herbs. It can transform love and hate in the world. It's a rare treasure, and was originally intended to be used on you, causing lovers to harbor hatred. It's fascinating that Immortal Lord Miao Miao came to me to learn how to unlock this technique."
"But now I've changed my mind." Chao Qulai used his hands to dissolve the bait a little and put it into Mingyao's body. "Now that I think about it, for a madman like Immortal Lord Miaomiao, hatred is useless. If the person you like hates him, he probably has thousands of ways to make you feel better."
"So, you don't have to use all of this bait, just a little is just right."
"You don't have to love him, nor hate him."
He saw with his own eyes that the bait quickly turned into Mingyao's soul, and his smile towards Qulai deepened: "After using this little bit of bait, every time you see him, you will tremble all over and feel uneasy at night. When you hear his voice, you will be terrified and your hair will stand on end..."
A look of interest appeared between his brows.
"Miss Wen, I want you to be afraid of him."
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"What a lunatic."
Blood splattered all over the ground, and the moonlight was cold and bleak.
The long sword in Xuanxiu's hand trembled constantly, and the sword was stained with blood, as if it was wailing.
The sword in his hand wasn't his, so naturally, it wouldn't obey his command. But that didn't matter; he always had a way to hurt anyone he wanted to hurt.
He gently cast a spell to suppress the long sword, looked at his brother lying on the ground, with a smile that did not reach his eyes. He swallowed the bloody smell caused by the backlash of the blood parasite, and smiled and spoke -
"Brother, did you know this on the first day?"
It's really boring, they keep cursing and saying the same things.
As early as when Chu Dianqing sealed the evil spirit of the rebellious immortal into his body, he was no longer even a human being, a madman? It was actually a compliment to him.
I don't want to talk to him much.
"Ayao called me just now. I heard it clearly. Can you see her, brother?"
He patiently poked Xuan Hui's wound.
Two similar faces, looking into each other's eyes, both showed disgust for each other.
Xuanxiu thought he wouldn't say it.
“…Yes.”
Xuan Hui unexpectedly spoke.
His face was as calm as ever: "But she doesn't want to see you."
"You covet my brother's wife, have no regard for ethics, and yet you want to force her to stay in this world. She really hates you."
"So, she doesn't want to see you."
lie.
Xuanxiu's expression grew colder.
Mingyao's aura had disappeared before he arrived, so how could he not want to see him?
Xuan Hui was just telling lies.
But this lie was too harsh, and the murderous desire in his heart was aroused. The sword in his hand could not help but pierce his wound an inch further.
Blood gushed out, but Xuan Hui was very calm.
He didn't like Xuanxiu from the first moment he saw him.
With the same father and mother, Xuanxiu was born with immortal powers and a body. He did not need to practice. The first time he picked up a sword, he was able to defeat him repeatedly. But he clearly won, but he listened to his mother's words obediently, with a smile on his face, looking like he had no desires or requests, and was willing to be killed and die.
It was like everyone owed him something.
Therefore, he hated Xuanxiu so much that he even hated himself because he looked similar to him, so he never smiled.
Isn't it just death? Why act so contrived?
…
More and more blood flowed from the sword.
Xuanxiu watched coldly, indifferent.
If he had used a little more force, the sword would have pierced the heart of the person under the sword and he would have died.
The murderous intent was so strong that he could hardly suppress it.
"You'll regret it if you don't kill him now."
"Kill him. A dead man can no longer fight with you."
The inner demon kept urging him to take action, and Xuanxiu's long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled again and again.
"Xuan Hui is one of a kind." A soft female voice seemed to be right beside her ear. "I married your brother because I like him."
He didn't look at her expression when she said this.
Just by listening to the voice, I can imagine with my eyes closed what it would be like to have a gentle face with a smile on his face.
Unique...his eyebrows and eyes became darker and darker.
The sword slowly withdrew from Xuan Hui's body, and the inner demonic desire was forcibly suppressed by him. Xuan Xiu gently wiped the blood from his face and smiled. The murderous intent was so strong that it forced his eyes to redden.
"Brother, please stay alive a little longer."
To live to the point where it is no longer unique to Mingyao, to live to the point where even if he tries to kill him, Mingyao will not be willing to blame him.
So now, get out, brother.
The wind whistled past, and the long sword in the master's hand was freed from its shackles, eager to return to its master.
The sharp blade grazed his palm, causing blood to flow profusely. He felt no pain and was too lazy to care, allowing the wound on his palm to bleed.
Return to the inn and push the door open.
Two people were sitting opposite each other in the door. When they heard the noise, one of them turned around and looked.
Xuanxiu's breath was caught.
It was probably a dream, he actually saw Mingyao.
The living Mingyao.
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