Chapter 1864 [Shangxie] My Fairness
"If you kill Xue Yanshu, then your only disciple will probably be buried with him."
This is probably the calmest threat in the world.
Xia Fuyi paused for a moment.
Mu Ningqing's ears were buzzing at this moment. He couldn't understand what the sect leader said at all. He only vaguely heard the word "disciple".
Severe pain surged up from inside his body, making him feel as if he was back to the time a few years ago when his adoptive father used him as a punching bag and almost beat him to death.
He didn't ask for help that time because he knew no one would come to save him.
But this time he knew that his young master was not far away.
His confused thoughts were like grabbing a spider's thread. He stretched out his hand with difficulty. Rain poured into his ears and eyes from all directions. He didn't even know where to stretch his hand for help. He just stretched it out tiredly in mid-air.
He opened his mouth, but his weak cry was drowned out by the sound of the crashing rain.
"Little, Master——"
Xia Fuyi stared at the sect leader steadily. The faint call reached her ears, but it seemed to have no effect on her. She didn't even glance at Mu Ningqing.
"To you, Fuyan's status in Tianji Sect is not as high as Xue Yanshu's, so even if Xue Yanshu kills Fuyan, he won't have to pay with his life."
"But for me, even if it's you who kills Fu Yan, you must die, and anyone who stands in my way should also die."
Xia Fuyi looked at the Sect Master, his expression and voice blurred in the rain, adding a layer of coolness.
"Our fairness is different, Master."
"But I decided to uphold my fairness."
A sharp cold light flashed by, and scarlet blood splattered out hideously in the rain.
In the puddle beside the wall, Mu Ningqing's outstretched hand slowly dropped down.
The cold rain spread from the empty arm into the heart, bringing a bone-chilling chill.
Still no one will save me.
Mu Ningqing twitched the corners of his mouth drowsily in the cold.
From now on, never ask for help from anyone again.
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Mu Ningqing fell into a coma.
In the heavy rain, only the sect leader and Xia Fuyi were left standing opposite each other.
Rainwater slid down the sword, and blood mixed with water hung at the tip of the sword for a moment before hitting the ground with a thud.
The sect leader's gaze was fixed on Xue Yanshu's face. That originally smooth and beautiful face was now covered with countless deep and shallow scars. The skin and flesh were rolled up into a hideous and ugly appearance. Compared with its previous bright appearance, it was completely unrecognizable.
"Should I say you are kind, or should I say you are cruel?"
The sect leader slowly shifted his gaze and looked at Xia Fuyi.
"It's a pity that Mu Ningqing has already fainted and doesn't know about your concession. When he wakes up, he will just think that his master killed Xue Yanshu regardless of his life, and that Xue Yanshu is only alive because he was treated in time. And I won't tell him anything."
"It doesn't matter."
Xia Fuyi uttered three words coldly.
"Xue Yanshu will live a life worse than death from now on, and I will come back to kill her."
As she spoke, the girl took a slow and cautious step back.
"Come and kill her again?"
In the pouring rain, the man smiled softly.
This was his first smile of the day.
Even in the rain, she still looks gorgeous and charming, but a little cold and blurry.
"Do you think you can get away?"
"How will you know if you don't try?"
The long robe was instantly evaporated by the internal force, and the sleeves danced in the rain without wind, and the sound of rain became quiet in an instant.
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