Lightly wrap the red thread around your fingertips (9)
Yue Jinhuan was furious, so he decided to turn a blind eye and return to Li Zhaoyue's body. No matter how much Li Zhaoyue screamed, he couldn't get out.
She shook her head helplessly and gently pushed Xu Xing out.
Xu Xing pretended nothing had happened and said with a smile, "The formation is almost ready. Those people will pay the price soon."
"Ayue, you don't have to worry anymore."
Li Zhaoyue looked at Xu Xing quietly with a focused expression, without any repulsion like in the past few days. This made Xu Xing feel moved and he smiled even more brightly.
"It's enough for him to do this for her," Li Zhaoyue said to herself. The years she had endured while waiting for her gradually smoothed away the last trace of resentment in her heart.
The memory of Xu Xing made her no longer obsessed with the hatred between them.
Li Zhaoyue's lips curled up slightly, her smile as bright and beautiful as the warm sunshine on a spring day. Xu Xing was stunned for a moment, then quickly hugged her back, as if afraid she would run away.
"You make me feel like I'm dreaming," Xu Xing whispered in her ear. Li Zhaoyue buried her head in his neck and said nothing.
The two of them hugged each other by the windowsill, their breaths entwined and blended, eventually causing waves of heat. Xu Xing groaned and retreated awkwardly.
"What's wrong?" Li Zhaoyue asked softly with red ears.
Xu Xing took a few steps back, lowered his head and didn't dare to look her in the eyes.
When we were hugging just now, Xu Xing's body was also very hot, and... seemed to be hard...
Li Zhaoyue looked at him doubtfully. Xu Xing's face turned red when she looked at him, so he turned around and walked out the door.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you sweating?" Li Zhaoyue followed Xu Xing's steps and asked. Xu Xing had already reached the door, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and glanced at her.
His pupils trembled slightly, and the beauty was slightly angry. His eyes were like a pool of disturbed spring water, revealing a thick moisture, moist and passionate. Li Zhaoyue felt a surge of heat rushing to his head, and his face flushed red.
"Stay indoors," he said hoarsely. Li Zhaoyue's gaze moved from his sweat-soaked forehead down to his bitten red lips, and she swallowed unconsciously.
Xu Xing's long eyelashes were stained with water, and the hot air blew into his eyes. He frowned slightly and closed the door. The embarrassed boy suddenly disappeared from his sight. Li Zhaoyue was stunned for a long time before recovering.
No, she held her hot face and thought confusedly: Why am I getting hot too?
Why am I so hot? It's only spring.
Xu Xing and her own strange reactions made her a little flustered. She sat on the chair to regulate her breath for a while, then she let out a long sigh. While Xu Xing was away, she quietly took out Wang Kun's compass and entered the Tree of Destiny.
It wasn't until she approached the Tree of Destiny and leaned against its branches to regain her strength that Yue Jinhuan reappeared.
Her face turned pale and she stared at Li Zhaoyue motionlessly, which made her feel uneasy.
"What are you doing?" Li Zhaoyue couldn't help but ask her. Yue Jinhuan's face was expressionless, and he said coldly, "Nothing."
Li Zhaoyue uttered an "oh" and continued to draw energy from the Tree of Destiny. Within the trunk, the light of the starry sea grew fainter and fainter, until, finally, it all flowed into Li Zhaoyue's body.
She then stood up again, stretched out her palm and touched the tree trunk.
A series of inarticulate incantations emanated from her throat. Gradually, the branches of the Tree of Destiny tangled together, and the transparent leaves fell one by one. The ground, previously sunken in the void, was now filled with leaves shimmering with black energy. Li Zhaoyue summoned her spiritual power, hovering in the air, and reached out to catch a leaf.
"Is this the origin of spirits?" she murmured, flicking her wrist and throwing the leaf. The leaf landed on a clearing in the distance, and a figure covered in black energy appeared out of thin air.
That familiar aura… is the spirit.
"The spirits originated from the Tree of Destiny?" Yue Jinhuan exclaimed in shock at the scene before him. Since Li Zhaoyue's death, the human world has been in turmoil, with the spirits appearing and the Floating Island being created. For thousands of years, the struggle between humans and spirits has never ended. Originally, it was thought that the spirits were deliberately created by that person to cause trouble, but it was unexpected that they originated from the Tree of Destiny.
"Come to think of it, this thing called a spirit man is actually her nemesis." Li Zhaoyue waved at the dark human figure, and the thing came running over happily, obeying her very much.
"This thing? Are you hiding something from me?" Yue Jinhuan asked suspiciously.
Li Zhaoyue smiled, pointed to the thick layer of leaves below, and said softly: "The spirit man is my gift to them. Let's wait and see the show."
After saying that, he was about to go back without waiting for Yue Jinhuan to react.
"You didn't tell me anything again!" Yue Jinhuan stamped her feet in anger. It was the same thing before. She had clearly warned Li Zhaoyue that she was in danger, but she insisted on following Xu Xing to that restaurant. As a result, she died, and she had been searching for him for so many years.
"Oh, don't worry about it. You said you have been looking for me for so many years, and it's time for you to take a break." Li Zhaoyue turned around and made a face at her.
Yue Jinhuan and Xu Xing have done enough for her. It is her turn to avenge herself.
*
The cool night breeze blew in from the window, and the rich night stopped in front of the window. Xie Feng held the candlestick and waved it in front of the face of Song Shiyu who was sleeping on the table.
"Wake up, wake up." Xie Feng shook Song Shiyu with his free hand and said softly.
Song Shiyu was having a sweet dream of being surrounded by beauties, struggling not to wake up.
"Sir, you are so handsome, and your lips are so beautiful. I wonder what it would be like to kiss you." She turned her head and smiled foolishly with her mouth open.
A moment later, a scream echoed from the room. Song Shiyu screamed in agony from the burns, running around the table desperately trying to put out the flames on her skirt. The instigator even brushed the ashes off his hands, leisurely sat down in a chair, and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Xie Feng, do you have any problem with me?" After putting out the fire, Song Shiyu said with gritted teeth, his face blackened by the fire.
Xie Feng gave her a cold look, pointed at the darkening sky outside, and said simply, "Go find Ah Yue."
Not only was Song Shiyu's sweet dream interrupted, but she also felt frustrated. She just stood by the window and pretended not to hear what he said.
"It's getting late now, so it's not easy to attract attention if you go out." Xie Feng said again.
Seeing him obsessed with Li Zhaoyue, Song Shiyu felt irritated for some reason and said sarcastically, "Look outside before you say that?"
The window faced a courtyard lined with flowers and trees, blocking out most of the light. From a distance, it looked pitch black outside. But from Song Shiyu's perspective, the corridor was brightly lit, and servants occasionally moved back and forth, their movements furtively, as if they were monitoring them.
Xie Feng looked in the direction Song Shiyu pointed, was silent for a moment, and said helplessly: "He is really cautious."
"Yeah, he's always been cunning, you can't beat him." Song Shiyu stretched and was about to go out. Seeing her going out, Xie Feng quickly stood up and looked at her in surprise and doubt: "Where are you going?"
Song Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes and smiled playfully: "Brother Xie, you don't think I'm going to stay in your room tonight, do you?"
She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "you", and her words were full of cryptic ambiguity. Xie Feng was no fool, so of course he heard the hidden meaning in her words. He was a little flustered and lowered his head in silence.
Song Shiyu looked at his slightly red ears, sneered, and turned to leave. At this moment, a huge force came from outside the door. Song Shiyu stumbled and fell backwards, hitting her waist against the hard table. Severe numbness and pain hit her, and she frowned, unable to speak.
There was a faint figure in front of the door. Xie Feng stood in front of Song Shiyu, holding the Meteor Sword in his hand, staring at the man vigilantly.
With a snap of fingers, the candles in the room were immediately lit, and the man's face gradually became clear.
It’s He Shuyu.
Xie Feng was startled and couldn't help asking, "Senior Sister He, why are you here?"
He Shuyu ignored him, his smiling eyes sweeping over the two people in the room, and finally stopped at the pale Song Shiyu.
"I'm a little hungry." She licked the corner of her mouth, revealing her white teeth.
"Hungry? But there's nothing to eat here...what are you doing!" While Xie Feng was still pondering the meaning of her words, He Shuyu took advantage of his inattention and pounced on Song Shiyu at the table.
Strangely, despite being a cultivator, He Shuyu exuded a corrupted aura. That power contained the demonic energy within Song Shiyu, rendering her nearly immobile. He Shuyu's hand rested between Song Shiyu's eyebrows, and he began to absorb her strength.
"What are you standing there for? Save me!" Song Shiyu yelled, seeing Xie Feng frozen in place. Her shouting had used up the last of her demonic energy, and the suppressed poison was seeping back up. Her face turned purple, and she trembled in pain. Xie Feng stared at the strange power emanating from He Shuyu, his hand holding the Meteor Sword trembling.
Too much like him. He was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw his mother in He Shuyu.
They are so similar, so similar.
"Xie Feng, you won't just stand by and watch me die, right? Apart from scolding you a few times, I haven't done anything harmful to the world!" Song Shiyu's roar was in his ears, but something else gradually emerged in front of his eyes.
He was only ten years old when the demonic rebellion occurred ten years ago. It was that demonic rebellion that covered up the bloody scandal of the Xie family and also took away her mother.
He had always thought that the thing possessing his mother was a demon, or rather, Song Shiyu, but...
But……
He was a little dazed, but it didn't seem like it.
Boom! There was a loud thud, and Xie Feng kicked He Shuyu to the ground. Song Shiyu scrambled to his feet, her dark lips moving rapidly. "She...she's not He Shuyu. She's possessed by something. Catch her!" He couldn't help but vomit blood. The blood was a thick black, corroding the ground the moment it hit.
Song Shiyu closed her eyes in self-deception, and repeatedly told herself in her heart that it was fake, all fake, she could still live, and could live for a very long time.
Xie Feng shook out the talismans and flung them towards He Shuyu. He Shuyu smiled slightly and grabbed the talismans with her bare hands. But something even stranger happened: the talismans all lost their effectiveness in her hands.
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