Chapter 52: First Clear Day (9) "Ayao, I'm yours."...
The panting sound continued.
With a loud bang, gravel fell from the entrance of the secret passage.
“Cough… cough…”
Mingyao was covered in blood as she rolled down the steps of the secret passage. She frantically protected her head. The steps hit her thighs and joints, leaving them all green.
Without even crying out in pain, she struggled to get up, tears welling up in her eyes, and she spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood: "Go quickly."
"What's wrong?"
Chu Ji stood on the other side in confusion, looking at the disheveled Ming Yao in front of him.
"Go away, don't stand here asking questions."
"He's crazy."
"We have to go get the magic weapon you mentioned."
Mingyao wiped the blood off his face, his eyes sharp: "What did you just say to him?"
Chu Ji was silent for a moment, then took the lead and left without answering her question: "Come with me, the road is still long. Where is the Immortal Lord?"
"As you said, I took advantage of the chaos to drink his blood. Driven by my thoughts, I really took away a layer of his immortal power. I don't know how I knocked him unconscious. In a panic, I fell down.
"We don't have much time."
"We must get the magic weapon as soon as possible to subdue him."
But within the time of an incense stick, the woman who had just been weak and shivering seemed to have become a different person.
Her eyes were red, like a frightened bird. Chu Ji silently looked at Ming Yao from the corner of his eye: "Sister, have you made up your mind?"
"Of course." Mingyao wiped the blood from his hands onto his blood-stained clothes. A mist filled his eyes, and the words he held in his mouth were tinged with frustration. His voice was light and urgent, "He's simply a lunatic—"
"He wants to kill me and leave my body next to him." Mingyao's emotions seemed to be extremely tense. His voice was suppressed as he cursed in a low voice, "I am his brother's wife. Even though we are divorced, how can he bully and hurt me like this!"
Mingyao's hands were shaking constantly. As she walked, her hands were folded and she kept wiping something against each other, but there was clearly no blood on her hands.
"Sister..." Chu Ji moved closer to her, his eyes filled with pity, wanting to comfort her.
Mingyao sensed her approach and subconsciously moved his hands forward to block her. The immortal power overflowing from his hands instantly repelled Chuji.
It really is immortal power.
Chu Ji glanced at the power overflowing from Ming Yao and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Her soul was unstable and was thrown back more than ten meters. Her soul was burned by the immortal power and she was in great pain. She stood up and walked towards Mingyao when she was stopped by her.
"Don't come near me!" Mingyao seemed to be unstable in his control of immortal power. He clenched his fists tightly and looked at Chuji with a wary look in his eyes. "Lead the way!"
Oh, is the little stupid fish scared? Chu Ji followed his words and did not move closer. She turned around and slowly moved forward. This was a little unexpected for her, but it did not affect the overall situation.
The original intention was to sow discord between the two of them, so that one of the Immortal Lord and the Little Stupid Fish would have to die.
Now that it has occurred prematurely, although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can't say for sure...
You can kill them all.
The smile on Chu Ji's lips deepened.
If both of them died, Xuan Hui's plan would be completely in vain. Look, how interesting it is. This is her fate, and she still has a chance to take revenge.
In the secret passage, there were only a few dim candlelights.
The two walked one in front and one behind for several hundred meters.
For a moment, the only sound in the secret passage was Mingyao's footsteps, with some gravel and dust rolling down at his feet from time to time.
Apparently, no one has been here for a long time.
If a place like this stays quiet for too long, it will always make your scalp tingle.
Ming Yao clenched his hands, his nerves tense, and asked softly, "You said... Lingxu Secret Realm is forbidden to immortals. Now that I have immortal power, can I still enter?"
Hear the worry in her words.
Chu Ji patiently explained, "Of course you can. Sister is a mortal. Although she possesses immortal powers, she is not a true immortal."
"...That's good." Mingyao's voice was light and floating, and it sounded like he had not yet recovered from the recent incident.
After a few more steps—
"How do you know this?"
Suddenly another question was asked.
Chu Ji, who was walking in front, sneered in his heart when he heard Ming Yao's question. At least she was not completely stupid and still knew to ask about her experience.
Unfortunately, she had no intention of saying anything more to Mingyao.
I shared my memories with her before just to make sure she could still be of some use.
Now that you want her to die, why bother talking to her so much?
"How do I get home? How do I get my immortal power?" Ming Yao didn't give up because of her perfunctory response. He pressed the issue, "How do you know all this?"
"You'll know after being here for a while. You should ask yourself why you are so unaware of these things."
The subtle frivolous irony is revealed between the lines.
Mingyao, however, didn't seem to understand Chuji's implication. He simply changed the subject, his eyes widening as if recalling something: "Back then, Xuanhui tried every possible means to get my whereabouts from you. Was it also because he wanted to eliminate the hidden dangers for the Immortal Mountain to prevent me from seizing the immortal power?"
"Of course." Chu Ji answered as a matter of course.
"That's not right." The footsteps behind Chu Ji stopped. "Then why didn't he just kill me after he found me?"
"Chu Ji, you didn't tell the truth."
Tsk, what a hassle! Wouldn't it be better if she just behaved like a silly little fish? Why give her so much trouble?
Chu Ji felt impatient and looked forward. He was still quite a distance away from the magic weapon.
She turned around and looked back. The woman was frozen in place, her eyes full of alertness, like a frightened bird.
At this time, he was not afraid of being chased by the Immortal Lord.
Chu Ji felt a little annoyed, but due to the intimidation of that immortal power, she could only smile kindly and comfort her softly: "Sister, I am not omniscient and omnipotent. This is all I know about the Destiny Man. I have already told you everything. As for why Xuan Hui took so many years of your life, how could I know?"
She blinked lightly, with a hint of sarcasm: "Perhaps, he has fallen in love with you?" "Okay, sister, let's go. If the Immortal Lord wakes up, it will be of no benefit to us."
Having said that, Chu Ji turned away without waiting for Mingyao to answer.
A ghost, lurking in the darkness of the secret passage, was quite haunted. It was completely different from the fawning and ingratiating appearance in the previous secret passage.
A certain condescending arrogance emanated from her whole body, which she could not conceal.
Mingyao glanced at the back of the ghost in front of him, and the panic and confusion on his face slowly subsided.
With a light flick of the fingertips, an almost transparent silk thread appeared between the two people.
One end is connected to Chu Ji, and the other end is connected to her.
After planting it, Mingyao felt relieved.
Xuanxiu's method is still somewhat useful.
**
[In front of a stick of incense. 】
Immortal power enters the body.
Power surged through her body, unwavering. Every inch of Mingyao's skin seemed to be immersed in water. The slightest movement created ripples in the water, a symbol of her power radiating outwards. It was extremely difficult to control, yet it made her dizzy and dazed.
The existence of the outside world has turned into nothingness, and now she only wants to make this power more and more abundant.
Chu Ji said that after getting all the power, she would be able to go home.
go home.
Just reading these two words made her heart burn.
Just going home would end this nightmare.
All the right and wrong no longer had anything to do with her.
How nice.
So it’s not enough, these forces are far from enough.
Thirst in the mouth.
She subconsciously rolled up the remaining blood of Xuanxiu in her mouth. The blood was hot when it first entered her mouth, but now it has completely cooled down and even has a bitter taste.
This bitterness spreads from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue.
Xuanxiu.
A name squeezed into his mind, barely awakening Mingyao, whose mind was bewildered by the power.
Her five senses came back together slightly.
A slight chill rose in her palm, and she curled her hand to grasp it. Only then did she realize belatedly that it was Xuanxiu's hand.
Cold, slender, like jade.
She rubbed it gently a few times and heard a chuckle.
Look down.
Under the suppression of immortal power, Chao Qulai's bait seemed to have lost its effect completely. She got rid of the fear she had felt for many days, and now, like clouds and fog dissipating, she finally saw Xuanxiu's face clearly again.
His fox eyes were half-closed, the corners of his eyes were red, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if he was in great pain, but a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, which was extremely contradictory.
The black energy on his forehead lost the suppression of immortal power, and the mark of the inner demon appeared again.
He is not an immortal at all, but a demon who likes to do whatever he wants.
Good at pretending.
The more Mingyao looked, the clearer he became. His gaze moved down inch by inch and landed on Xuanxiu's heart, where there was a wound.
A nameless fire rose from her heart, and it seemed to spread like wildfire.
Once, twice... She had seen him injured and dying, and she had also seen him die silently.
But there has never been a time when I was as angry as I am now.
"You're plotting against me." She reached out and pressed her hand on his wound. Her eyes seemed to have been washed by water, and they were surprisingly bright. "Xuanxiu! I can't give you what you want."
She gritted her teeth and said, "Do you know that I can drain all the immortal energy in your body right now?"
"Do you know that the relationship between you and me is very likely——"
"I know." Xuanxiu gently interrupted her and mentioned the three words she originally didn't want to say, "Destiny's Man."
"I knew it the first time I saw you." He smiled with his eyes crooked. "To be honest, I also thought about letting you die."
"I've thought about it too. How interesting! Xuan Qing, the man destined to be killed, has become Xuan Hui's wife."
"So, I accept the retribution and torture that I have endured from all those evil thoughts in the past."
He spoke frankly, then as if remembering something, his eyes shone with unspeakable lust. "You're afraid of me, you're hiding from me. I even considered imprisoning you, so you can only see me. That way, you can't run away, and your heart and eyes will only be filled with me."
“But I’m not willing to give up.”
Horrifying words came out of his mouth one after another: "I think you love me."
"So, I found a better way." At this point, his voice slowed down, becoming affectionate and gentle. His cold hands slowly tightened, and his fingers were intertwined with hers again.
"I am a sword raised in the Immortal Mountain. Now I have developed consciousness and want to choose a new master."
"If you want me, I will be your henchman; if you don't want me..." The smile on his face became more and more obvious, just like the spring water that melts and rushes into the place where grass and trees grow day and night, giving birth to a sense of spring.
His gentle yet firm eyes greedily swept across her face. He propped himself up and moved closer to her. His voice was barely audible as their breathing tangled.
"If you don't want me... then kill me with your own hands."
"Ayao, I don't have any other ending. No matter which one you choose, it will be bliss for me."
After saying that, he tilted his head slightly to the side, and his soft lips placed a soothing kiss under Mingyao's eyes, and then gently wiped away the tears that had seeped out of the corners of her eyes at some point.
It seemed as if he was still the extremely considerate immortal king when we first met.
Mingyao froze in place.
She could feel that at this moment, Xuanxiu's body temperature was gradually disappearing in her hands.
On the contrary, her anger grew.
She was so angry that she was shaking all over and even wanted to slap the man in front of her ten times.
Go home, or... him.
Until these two completely different choices were put on the scale, Mingyao never thought that she would hesitate.
She shouldn't have hesitated.
Just a man.
She looked at her other hand that was pressing on his wound, which was now also stained with blood. Without immortal power, he would die soon.
"I want to go home." She murmured to herself.
Another bit of immortal power was drained from his body.
With a muffled groan, she raised her eyes. The expression on that face remained unchanged, as if she was willing to be killed.
Crazy crazy crazy.
Mingyao cursed wildly in his heart and was so angry that he wanted to bite someone.
The stalemate lasted for a long time.
The slap that was about to fall fell on Xuanxiu's face. Mingyao did not hold back his strength, and in an instant, his face turned red.
Then, she stood up in a panic, and without any instruction, she followed the extremely mysterious connection between her and Xuanxiu, slowly dispersing the immortal power from her body and returning it to Xuanxiu's body.
In the end, I only left one point for myself.
With her anger still lingering, she turned away and warned in a cold voice, "You can feel it, right? Once you open this hole, I can drain the immortal power from your body at any time."
"As long as I confirm one thing, I will show no mercy."
"There will be no future between you and me. I'm not being soft on you today."
She said a lot with a cold attitude, but got no response.
She clenched her hands and looked towards him.
But she saw that his pale face had been flushed at some point, and when he saw her looking at him, he narrowed his eyes.
"Ayao, I'm yours."
…
Did he hear what he said clearly?
Mingyao felt annoyed as if he was playing the lute to a cow.
The Immortal Lord Miao Miao, who was lying on the ground, seemed to finally sense her anger. As if a moment of clarity had come, he stood up, clapped his hands, and looked at her with a smile: "Ayao, let me teach you the magic."
He seemed to be able to see through her thoughts.
"A magical technique that can peer into people's memories."
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