Chapter 209 [Alien-Zhao Xin] Revenge 2
"I counted slowly enough, you spit it out yourself," he smiled compassionately, but his eyes were so dark that no one could be seen, "Now-"
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The corpse of a Forget Worry Sect disciple was thrown to Mu Chi's feet by the demon soldiers. The young man's eyes, still open, stared at Mu Chi, his pupils frozen with a final look of fear.
"Kill one, let one go."
Murong Lian's voice was as soft as falling snow.
"If you don't act, the next victim won't be a corpse, but a living person." He raised his hand, and a female disciple was dragged out from the ranks of the demon soldiers. The girl was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, her hair disheveled. Her cries were muffled by the demonic aura, and she looked at Mu Chi with tearful eyes, full of pleading for help.
Mu Chi's fingertips dug into his palms, blood dripping through them. He could hear the chattering of his teeth, like broken ice colliding in his skull.
"I……"
He wanted to say "I can't do it", but what rolled out of his throat was blood foam.
Murong Lian leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Wen Nu, that day, you wanted to kill me. I thought you were the bright moon in the sky. Then let me see how cruel you are. You showed no mercy to me. How many people can your mercy save?"
A short blade completely black was stuffed into his hand.
"First strike, from here." Murong Lian grasped his wrist and pointed him towards the female disciple's heart. "Stab her, and I will release the child behind her."
The child who was named was only seven or eight years old. He was held in the hands of the demon soldiers, kicking his legs wildly. His cries finally broke through the ban, so sharp that they pierced through the dark clouds.
Mu Chi's hands were shaking so much he could barely hold the knife. He saw the female disciple shaking her head desperately, the child weeping and retching. He would never have done such a foolish thing as killing one person and saving another. If he wanted to save someone, he would have saved them all. Why choose?
It was at this time that he realized how insignificant his power was. He thought that he, like Lin Shiyi and everyone else in Yinyou Valley, could do everything.
But no, he couldn't do anything right now. It wasn't that he didn't have a chance, it was that he didn't kill him.
Cheng Yuanzhou's silent words "Don't beg him" became a torture at this moment.
He was so useless that he couldn't save Hua Jin, couldn't save ordinary people, and was even more unable to cope with the grace of Mu Chi in the hearts of the world. His clothes were disheveled, tears and blood mixed together, making it impossible for him to see the scene in front of him clearly.
Mu Chi's fingertips were shaking so much on the blade that they were almost broken, but the black blade seemed to be nailed to his palm and could not be lifted even an inch.
Murong Lian's patience was worn out by this trembling. "Three, two—"
Before he could utter the word "one", Mu Chi suddenly turned around and put the short blade against his throat.
Ding! The blade was deflected by the demonic aura and broke into two pieces.
Murong Lian grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him into a pool of blood. Gravel scratched his face, and Mu Chi heard the crisp sound of his collarbone breaking.
"Will I allow you to die?" Murong Lian's voice was finally stained with anger. "Want to save them? Sure." He raised his hand, and the giant claws of Moba came down with a bang, pressing the female disciple and the child into the scorched earth.
Amidst the muffled sound of bones and flesh turning to mud, Murong Lian smiled tenderly: "Every time you hesitate, I will kill a pair."
Mu Chi's pupils suddenly shrank into needle points.
"Now," Murong Lian stuffed a new knife into his hand, "it's your turn."
This time, the tip of the knife was aimed at the Forget Worry Sect's leader. The leader's white hair was stained with blood, but he still stood straight, looking at Mu Chi with no resentment in his eyes, only compassion.
"Han Shuang, today's incident was caused by you, but you can't be blamed," the Sect Leader said softly, "Don't dirty your hands." He rushed forward resolutely, "...If I can save my disciples, I will die without regrets."
Mu Chi's tears fell on the blade. He suddenly laughed, his laughter hoarse as a night owl, filled with a mad determination. He turned and faced Murong Lian.
Murong Lian did let the man go, but less than a moment later, he shook his hand and the man fell to the ground, spitting blood.
"ah!!!"
"Murong Lian!!!"
Murong Lian lowered his eyes, his fingertips brushing against the knife. The blade reflected the curve of his lips. He said calmly, "When did I ever say I would let anyone go alive?"
The fallen body of the Sect Leader was still not cold, blood was flowing along the cracks in the stone, cutting Mu Chi's reflection into pieces.
"What I'm saying is - let go." Murong Lian slowly brushed off the non-existent dust from his sleeves. "Let go of the dead, too."
Mu Chi suddenly felt very tired and didn't even have the strength to end his life. He suddenly fell backwards. Behind him were corpses, and he didn't feel any pain at all.
But my heart is in pain.
How could it be like this?
How could it turn out like this when everything was fine?
He really couldn't associate the gentle and well-behaved Xiao Jin with Murong Lian.
"Xiao Jin..." He closed his eyes and murmured the name as lightly as broken snow falling on scorched earth, which was blown away by the fishy wind in an instant.
But that name was like a rusty blade, cutting open Murong Lian's eardrum.
"shut up!"
He leaned over and grabbed Mu Chi's throat, his knuckles turning pale, but his voice lost its composure for the first time. "Who on earth is he! Cheng Yuanzhou, Dongfang Liu, Xiao Jin, who else is around you that I don't know?"
"You are the liar, my king. How come I know nothing about you?"
Xiao Jin...
Mu Chi raised his hand but not to hit Murong Lian's hand, but to touch that face.
Xiao Jin...
Hua Jin...
If I had stayed in Yandu forever...
If I can't go out...
Do you blame Master?
Xiao Jin...
He really couldn't accept it and couldn't bear such torture. He was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Mu Chi's fingertips finally touched Murong Lian's jaw, but it was only a light brush. There was no anger, no hatred, even the trembling stopped. His eyes became two dry wells, reflecting neither the sky nor the person before him.
"Xiao Jin..." he called again.
Murong Lian's grip on his throat suddenly tightened, her knuckles cracking under the strain. He saw Mu Chi's pupils dilate, dark as if filled with ink, yet empty as if hollowed out. There was no hatred, no anger, not even fear in those eyes; only a strange, almost gentle blankness remained.
That's not the way you look at people.
That's the look one gives a dead object.
He tried to block and cover it with his hands, but Mu Chi did not close his eyes.
His pupils were still open, but they could no longer focus. The charred sky, the surging demonic energy, Murong Lian's distorted face were all hidden behind a layer of fog. The fog was cold, seeping through the cracks between his bones, first numbing his fingertips, then freezing his heart, and finally thawing even the pain.
He heard someone crying far away. Perhaps it was the surviving young disciple of Wangyou Sect, perhaps it was the lingering spirit of Cheng Yuanzhou, or perhaps it was just the ringing in his ears.
The crying was like a thin thread, swaying and pulling him out from the top of his head bit by bit. At the end, only one thought remained -
It turned out that the two words "Mu Chi" were so light that even he couldn't protect them.
When he woke up, his hands and feet were tied up, and he was wearing the same clothes he had worn when he first met Murong Lian.
The culprit was sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring Mu Chi's grace and teasing his nipples with his hands from time to time.
"Murong Lian..." Mu Chi wanted to get angry, but he had a headache remembering the things that happened before he fell into a coma. He didn't know if it was because he really didn't understand Hua Jin's true nature, or because of Cheng Yuanzhou's death, or something else, but he actually felt a little afraid of him.
Perhaps he never understood Hua Jin. Hua Jin's so-called nature was just what he wanted him and the goddess to see.
The alien species is stronger than the spirit pearl. The spirit pearl is reborn after its destruction, but the alien species itself is still alive. The alien species is not a creature of the three realms. Perhaps it is not like what the goddess said, that its memory was erased by the way of heaven. Perhaps the alien species still vaguely remembers what happened a hundred years ago.
"You are wrong," Murong Lian said in a gentle tone and gentle movements, placing her slender fingers on Mu Chi's lips, "You should call me Master. I have been calling you Wen Nu the wrong way these past few days. As long as you mend your ways, I will not mind. I will love you even more."
He emphasized the word "love" very strongly and reached out to touch Xiao Mu Chi.
Mu Chi didn't know how he managed to bear it, nor did he know what he said. He only remembered that he had made Murong Lian unhappy again, so he punished himself.
He also said that when he was in Daicheng, he never thought of saving anyone, but it was just a lie. He also said that he would be obedient.
There were many things that were said, but the one that impressed me the most was that at the end Murong Lian asked him to call him Master, but he refused, so he forced himself to do so. In the end, he was unconscious and got what he wanted.
The days went by in a daze for a long time. When Mu Chi was awake, he was either eating or "eating".
He was seriously injured, and Murong Lian didn't know what method he used to make him recover in an instant. He became a little dazed, sitting on the edge of the bed, not wanting to leave this place anymore.
It would be a good idea if Hua Jin could be trapped here.
He sighed slightly. Today he finally had time to catch his breath and observe the surroundings.
There were walls all around, with only this bed. The table and chairs not far away were still placed there yesterday. He didn't know how Murong Lian got here.
He lowered his head, and soon, Murong Lian's dress came into view. He looked up and a deep kiss fell on her.
The tea and candlelight reflected the reflections of the two people.
Twelve years passed in a flash, and Mu Chi was in this place surrounded by walls. He didn't know what time it was. He was still the same person, but he looked much older, but more haggard.
When he saw that Murong Lian no longer resisted, he would take the initiative to approach her, hold her hand, call her master, and serve Murong Lian until she felt comfortable and satisfied.
He remembered that when he couldn't accept the identity of Lu Ding at first, he wrapped himself in a quilt and huddled in a corner.
When Murong Lian arrived at the place, he first looked in the direction of the bed. When he found that he was gone, he began to look for him. Finally, he found him lying in the corner. He walked towards him lightly. The moment he touched him, Mu Chi opened his tired eyes and stared at him.
"Wen Nu is asking for trouble. He has a bed but doesn't want to sleep on it, so he runs here?" He pulled Mu Chi up, and the quilt slipped off. He stared at the body covered with his masterpieces and smiled.
As a qualified furnace tripod, they are not allowed to wear clothes. They will be chained to the bed and wait for the master's favor. In the past, Murong Lian indulged Wen Hanshuang, thinking that since Wen Hanshuang was his furnace tripod, he should give him some face and human rights. Later, he found that Mu Chi refused to give him anything he wanted.
He realized that no matter who Mu Chi had in his heart, he would not be in his.
But now it's okay. No matter what happens in the future, Mu Chi will only have himself in his heart and eyes. The training of the past few days has shown results. He can't help but moan and will learn his lesson.
He was very satisfied with this kind of furnace. Perhaps it should have been like this earlier, then there wouldn't be so many twists and turns.
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