Chapter 107 Chapter 107 "Are you okay now? ...
"Are you okay now?" Li Hanshuang looked Li Qinglian up and down and asked him.
Li Qinglian took a while to come back to his senses.
His mind was still filled with the dense swarms of insects he had just seen. Those insects had filled his brain so much that he almost couldn't remember that among his enemies outside, there was also a group of sealed people.
He is similar to those Penglai disciples he brought with him, because he is only stronger than those disciples, but not necessarily stronger than those sealed ones. Therefore, even if he can hold down the sealed ones, he still needs Li Baili or Li Hanshuang to kill them.
At first he thought nothing, but then he looked at the dead and sealed ones and couldn't help but think, what's the point of me being here? Anyone else could do the same thing. I'm no different from anyone else, and it's the same even if I die.
So he did almost die in the battle. After all, the strength of those sealed ones should not be underestimated, and there were too many bugs, and the environment was so terrible and harsh.
If he wanted to die, everything here could kill him at any time, and he wouldn't even have a chance to regret it.
The only reason he is still alive now is because Li Hanshuang took the time to look at him during the battle, found that he was in danger, and saved him.
He woke up in such danger, as if he was slapped hard in the face by the pale sword light. He couldn't help laughing, and he didn't know why.
But he just wanted to laugh. To be honest, there was nothing funny about the current situation. They were about to fail, and many people had already died, even those who were immortal cultivators.
The vitality of cultivators is very tenacious. Even if their arms, legs, or even heads are broken, they can still survive as long as they are dragged to a safe place fast enough and treated with good medicine.
But even so, many immortal cultivators died. The demons also died in batches, but their numbers were less than the number of immortal cultivators.
Because demons can directly eat the bugs that make them unhappy, or even the limbs that have fallen off the sealed ones, in battle to restore themselves.
This can save them some time in returning to the Demon Island and then getting out again after being seriously injured, and it can also save them from the risk of dying due to negligence when seriously injured.
They recovered quickly, had a low risk of death, and could save time, so it was normal that fewer people died than immortal cultivators. But the number of demons who died was not just one or two.
Li Qinglian laughed for a long time. He did not calculate how long this period of time was, so to him, what happened outside just now was like a dream from which he could not wake up.
Now he was in the pavilion, feeling that the dream was half awake.
"I'm fine," Li Qinglian racked his brains to think about how to speak normally. He put on a smile, which looked like a fake smile, as if he had some opinions. In fact, he had no opinions, but he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the state of being a normal person. "What's the matter?"
As he spoke, one of his hands was still shaking slightly.
Li Hanshuang began to doubt whether he could pull others out of that chaotic state, because he himself seemed to be in that state, but just a little lighter than others.
Li Hanshuang hesitated for a moment, and Li Qinglian didn't even notice. While neither of them spoke, a little time passed quietly.
His sense of time is now very vague.
Li Hanshuang took a close look at the dazed expression on Li Qinglian's face, narrowed his eyes and stared at him, like a wild wolf about to attack, staring at the neck of a poor, clueless sheep, ready to kill it with one blow.
The poor sheep shivered and suddenly woke up a little. He looked around, trying to find the source of the danger, but he didn't dare to look at the opposite side, because he knew in his heart that the danger came from the opposite side, but he didn't know why this was so.
He was nervous and cautious, and gradually looked like he had just participated in a battle. Li Hanshuang felt that he had recovered a little and smiled at him.
To be fair, even if there was a mirror in front of him, Li Hanshuang would think that his smile just now was gentle and friendly. However, Li Qinglian did not think so.
Goose bumps and sweat hairs all over his body exploded, as if he was suddenly electrocuted. He shivered violently, his face gradually turned pale, and he frowned, still looking puzzled, as if he was walking on a flat road, but suddenly fell into a pit that was like a trap. He fell and could not get up. He had to look up at the white sky, wondering about his fate.
He straightened his clothes, wrapped himself tightly, and clenched his fists unconsciously. It was not because he wanted to resist, because he knew he could not win, but because he felt that the surroundings were getting colder and colder.
He thought that even if he was going to die now, he should die in a warm place with clothes on, rather than in some non-existent ice and snow. So he did not hide his behavior.
Even though he knew that the current situation was not normal, his brain had become dull and he didn't want to think about why. It was too tiring.
He even thought that if it was Li Hanshuang who wanted to kill him, then let him be killed. Maybe he would be happier after death than now. Everything didn't matter and there was no need to pursue anything.
His face once again showed that dazed expression, as if he was about to fall into a dream.
Li Hanshuang really wanted to hit him, so he had to stand up and move closer to him.
Li Hanshuang still had a strong smell of blood and an aggressiveness that had been deliberately restrained before, just like the sharp sword that he had not yet put back into the scabbard.
Li Qinglian came back to her senses and shook her head vigorously, as if trying to get rid of the confused self from her mind.
Looking at Li Hanshuang approaching, Li Qinglian took a step back. Li Hanshuang stopped, as if a wall suddenly appeared in front of him, just looking at him not far away.
Li Qinglian immediately smiled at Li Hanshuang, like a dog that was suddenly frightened by firecrackers. He wagged his dandelion-like tail at his master, and it was hard to tell whether he was begging for protection and comfort or was more afraid to please him. "What's the matter? Just tell me!"
If the first sentence sounded a little confused, the second sentence was completely a plea. It sounded like, if you want to kill me, please do it directly, don't torture me!
Li Hanshuang smiled, as if she had found a peanut in a plate of melon seeds, and said slowly and deliberately, "I think everyone's mood seems to be a little off. I hope you can pay attention to it and get them back to normal as soon as possible."
Before Li Hanshuang spoke, Li Qinglian was still nervous, but after hearing what he said, Li Qinglian relaxed all of a sudden, like a prisoner sentenced to death, finally getting off the ground, gently shaking his legs and feet, like a kindergarten kid playing on a creaking swing, even with a happy expression on his face, waving his hands: "What can I do?"
Li Hanshuang narrowed her eyes and looked at him, saying with an ambiguous and somewhat sinister tone, "Why are you so happy?"
Li Qinglian was asked, and was speechless for a moment, as if a very dry steamed bun was stuck in his throat, unable to swallow it. He could only smile again, looking away, as if pushing away an arrow pointed at his head, and tentatively explained: "I really have no choice. It's no use being unhappy."
He blinked his eyes and looked at Li Hanshuang quietly, like a bird repeatedly testing the water, cautious but with a bit of inexplicable excitement: "Do you want me to be unhappy? Even if I am unhappy, it won't help the current situation, really."
Li Hanshuang closed his eyes, not wanting to see him. He felt like he was talking to a cow. If the battle had not been paused just now, Li Hanshuang would have drawn his sword.
Suppressing the urge to draw his sword, Li Hanshuang sneered, opened his eyes, stared at Li Qinglian, as if nailing him to the spot, and said to him without question: "I want you to find a way! You came here to do this. Otherwise, I won't let you get relief."
If the previous words only made Li Qinglian feel nervous or uneasy, and thought that she was going to die, the words now made Li Qinglian feel terrified from the bottom of her heart.
His face showed an expression as if the sky had fallen, and he didn't even care about anything else. He reached out and grabbed Li Hanshuang at an extremely fast speed. Both of his hands were shaking, but he held Li Hanshuang's arm tightly, as if he was about to fall off a cliff, holding on to a vine hanging from the ground, unwilling to let go.
"I will definitely find a way!" Many words rolled through Li Qinglian's mind, and he couldn't grasp any of them. In the end, he could only say pitifully with a sad expression.
Li Hanshuang knew what he meant and nodded without changing her expression, like a stubborn beast that was unwilling to give up before getting the result, but with a rare gentleness, like a poisonous plant that gives a little illusion of comfort before killing. She patted the hand that he held on her arm and said slowly, "As long as you can solve the problem, you can get rid of it however you want after the matter is over."
Li Qinglian realized that he was holding Li Hanshuang's arm. His whole body trembled and his face turned pale. He wanted to let go, but he didn't dare to. An expression that seemed like laughing and crying appeared on his face, as if he had nothing to say to himself.
Li Hanshuang took his hand back. Li Qinglian carefully let go of Li Hanshuang's arm and found that he had wrinkled his sleeve. He wanted to pat it twice, but was afraid of angering people. He would be like a lost sheep.
"Go and think of a solution." Li Hanshuang said.
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