Chapter 104 Chapter 104 Li Hanshuang used a calm...
Li Hanshuang said in a calm and indifferent tone, as if she was watching a noisy drama and felt bored, "I can't get to you now, you know?"
Li Qinglian was silent for a moment and then said, "Then please give the order."
He should have felt angry and sad about the indifference and boredom shown by Li Hanshuang, but the weather around him was too bad to keep his mood from being so bad.
He felt that his body was gradually becoming empty and his soul was about to float up to the sky. Everything he saw seemed a little unreal, as if he was not looking at things from the perspective of a person involved, but rather a bystander.
So he could strangely understand the situation shown by Li Hanshuang, and there was nothing to be angry about.
He didn't have any relatives or friends to worry about outside of Penglai, so even in the current situation, he couldn't be sad.
His current calmness was reflected on his face, making him look like he was made of snow rather than alive. He looked a little like Li Hanshuang.
The others looked at him and felt the same strange calmness and a little bit of fear as him. Even the drastic change in the environment couldn't make them too excited.
It can be said that Li Hanshuang's indifference swept through all of them like a rapidly spreading virus. They were all infected with the disease of indifference. Their emotional excitement calmed down, but the psychological terror was not towards the environment, but towards Li Hanshuang as a person.
They did not doubt that Li Hanshuang could survive such a huge change, nor did they think that Li Hanshuang would leave Penglai, but they inexplicably felt that Li Hanshuang was more terrifying than the environment.
They couldn't figure out why for a moment.
Li Hanshuang's voice came over: "Just do what you need to do."
He seemed to be sighing, or as if he was too tired, so he was stingy with his words, but he had to speak, so that everyone who heard his voice felt that if it wasn't for something, he would have left long ago and would never stay here and say a word.
While listening to Li Hanshuang talking, Li Qinglian was distracted, thinking like an incompetent commentator: If Li Hanshuang's only motivation for living is Li Baili, then it is normal that he is unwilling to rush to Penglai now.
"Maintain the order in Penglai. Hold a meeting to confirm what needs to be modified and what needs to be continued. Tell me the results," Li Hanshuang said slowly in a voice that everyone can hear clearly. "I plan to go to the Demon Island with Li Baili to confirm the most suitable position for the front line of the battle. After confirmation, the Demon Island will probably stop here. I will notify you and you can come directly.
I suggest that you be divided into three parts, one part to fight on the front line, one part to guard Penglai, and the other part to go to the human world and help mortals deal with the difficulties related to immortal cultivators that they cannot handle.
For example, the sealed ones who shouldn't have escaped. I'll comfort them at the same time. It's best to pick those who have relatives and friends in the human world, they should be able to work, I don't care about anything else.
Anything else you want to ask? "
"No more." Li Qinglian thought about it, but couldn't think of what to ask.
Li Hanshuang was like a snowflake falling from the sky in winter. She said slowly, "Then contact me after your meeting."
"Okay." Li Qinglian replied.
Li Hanshuang disconnected the contact, and Li Qinglian began to organize a meeting in Penglai to urgently confirm what they should and should not do. A strange and tense atmosphere permeated the entire Penglai.
They were originally very nervous, but were interrupted by Li Hanshuang. Now they are still nervous, but not as nervous as before, so much so that people who are overly nervous now look like they are making a fuss out of nothing, so all that nervousness seems very strange.
People looked at each other, discussed what they were going to do as quickly as possible, and started to do it.
After the meeting, Li Qinglian contacted Li Hanshuang and informed him of the situation there.
Li Hanshuang said he knew, and paused. It was unclear whether he was choosing words or considering giving up the call, or waiting for the other party to be mentally prepared. His voice was tired and cold, like snow gradually condensing into ice on the window: "The Demon Island is now parked in a place that is very suitable for the front line. You can come over now and ensure that those who escaped the sealed ones will not cross the defense line. Li Baili and I will stay here to clean up those things.
This is not difficult for us, but we cannot guarantee that after a long time, those sealed ones will not secretly find a way to slip away. You will have to find them then. Otherwise, we cannot be sure that you can survive here."
Li Qinglian vaguely sensed the seriousness of the matter and said that he would bring people there immediately. Li Hanshuang responded and disconnected the contact.
Li Qinglian counted the disciples going to the front line for defense in Penglai, and rushed to the address given to him by Li Hanshuang. In the midst of the storm, he knocked on the outer shell of the defensive formation of the Demon Island.
The shell, which felt as crisp as candy when cracked, opened a small hole to let them in. Li Qinglian entered first, followed by the other Penglai disciples.
After they entered, the formation closed again, leaving a shell that allowed them to enter and exit freely.
They suddenly had the illusion that they were locked up and felt a little annoyed, but when they looked outside, they found that the formation did not restrict their vision. The wind and rain were beating outside the formation, making crackling sounds, and the sea water was rushing in. The soil on the Demon Island was still relatively dry, so they felt that they were much safer than when they were traveling outside, and they felt a little better.
Li Qinglian followed the instructions given by Li Hanshuang in advance and brought the Penglai disciples to the front of Li Hanshuang and Li Baili, only to find that they did not encounter any demons along the way. It was not because they were all dead or escaped, but because they were all following Li Baili in the front.
Li Qinglian was shocked. He didn't expect that at this moment when all living beings are in danger, a group of demons would be at the forefront. This made him feel complicated.
If someone had told him before today that the world was about to be destroyed with demons standing in front, he would never have believed it, and would even have thought that the person was mentally damaged and going crazy.
But not after today.
Li Qinglian was so shocked that he was a little dazed. He waved to the Penglai disciples behind him and asked them to go forward, join the battle and help.
After all the sealed people who were preparing to escape were killed, everyone got a chance to catch their breath and began to rest.
Li Qinglian couldn't wait to find Li Hanshuang who was taking a rest. Li Hanshuang was sitting in a small pavilion that looked obviously built temporarily.
The small pavilion looked as red as a maple leaf, with its four corners curled up, like a white bird spreading its wings and ready to fly, its body stained with blood.
It looks a bit like the corpse of an enemy hung on a weapon for public display. There is a strange beauty in the horror, and a subtle and weird cuteness in the beauty.
This pavilion also has a separate small defense magic circle to ensure that when the wind and rain outside come in, the things inside will not get wet.
So Li Hanshuang sat on a flat, long chair at the edge of the pavilion. The chair was made of long wooden strips with a gap in the middle and no backrest.
But he sat there, wiping his sword that was stained with blood, and using the formation next to him, the rain and sea water outside to wash the blood off the sword.
The sword was still as white as snow, as smooth as a mirror, and as cold and frightening as ever, but it already emitted a strong smell of blood that seemed like it would never be restored.
Li Qinglian walked to the side and stopped. He was hit by the smell of blood and his face turned blue. He almost fell. After slowing down for a while, he slowly approached Li Hanshuang.
As he got closer, Li Qinglian saw that Li Baili was also sitting in the pavilion. Li Baili was not sitting on the edge of the pavilion like Li Hanshuang, but in the middle.
In front of Li Baili was a table, and she was sitting on a wooden chair. The chair was neither simple nor luxurious, but it looked hard and the same red color as the pavilion.
Li Qinglian looked at the chair and suddenly felt a little dazed. She couldn't tell whether the red color on the chair was the blood stained in the battle, or the red paint that the craftsman had painted on the wood.
Li Baili was sitting next to the table, with her head down, pouring herself tea. The tea was still hot and steaming. The tea soup was green and had a fresh aroma. In the air filled with the smell of the sea and blood, it was truly refreshing.
Li Baili had just poured the tea and was about to put the teapot aside when he saw Li Qinglian standing not far away, staring blankly at him and Li Hanshuang, so he waved to Li Qinglian.
Li Qinglian hesitated for a moment before walking over. Li Baili poured a new cup of tea in a brand new, pure white cup and handed it to Li Qinglian.
Li Baili was as gentle as usual, as if they were not on a battle front with blood and sea water all over the ground, but a host entertaining guests in her own home.
From a certain perspective, this is not wrong. After all, the Demon Island does belong to Li Baili, and Li Qinglian and the Penglai disciples were all invited by Li Hanshuang.
Li Qinglian took the cup of tea, and a strange look suddenly flashed across her face.
It is not surprising that Li Hanshuang invited disciples from Penglai, but it is surprising that Li Hanshuang invited a large number of disciples from Penglai to land on the Demon Island and was not stopped by Li Baili, nor did he have any quarrel with Li Baili.
Li Qinglian previously thought that they only had a good relationship, and within that good relationship, there was also a hint of hatred that they could not sort out. But now it seems that they have more than just a good relationship?
There is simply no distinction between you and me! Otherwise, how could Li Baili be so calm and natural, accepting the Penglai disciples to stay on the Demon Island and deal with the escaped sealed people together?
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