Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Senior Sister, I’m the Only One for You
Gou Qiu, who was following Sang Ling, wiped away her tears and immediately interrupted her:
"What do you have to be sorry about? You can't tell everyone such a big secret."
Hu Yanyan knew it of course, but she couldn't help but think that she had a good relationship with Sang Ling, so why didn't she tell her? She obviously knew she would keep it a secret.
She knew it was normal not to tell, but she couldn't help but get angry.
Finally, Hu Yanyan just said, "It's okay."
It seems like this matter has passed, but everyone knows that it has not.
She and Sang Ling have no past, and Sang Ling and her fans have no past either.
Sang Ling brought Ping Jia back to the Oiran's villa. In fact, she had moved her residence to the vicinity of the stage a long time ago, but now she could no longer stay there.
Along the way, Sang Ling and Ping Jia didn't speak a word, and they returned to the Oiran's villa in silence.
Kuang Yan came out from the other courtyard and asked Sang Ling with concern, "Sang, are you okay?"
Kuang Yan did not attend the free stage today and has been staying in Chunming Pavilion. Apparently, what happened today has been spread out.
Although Kuang Yan and Hu Yanyan both felt that something was hidden from them, the difference was that Kuang Yan had always treated Sang Ling as her savior. It didn't matter whether her benefactor was hiding something or was on the opposite side of the demon world. She only knew that it was Sang Ling who saved her.
She looked worriedly, but Sang Ling was not as emotional as she thought. Instead, she looked quite calm.
Hearing her concern, Sang Ling smiled softly, "I'm fine."
Kuang Yan still had a worried look on his face, but when he saw Ping Jia following Sang Ling, he hesitated for a moment and left.
I guess Sang Ling has something to say to the culprit who caused the current situation.
Sang Ling sat down at the tea table as if no one was around. She poured a cup of tea and drank it slowly.
It was still quiet. The only sound in the whole room was the sound of Sang Ling leisurely drinking tea.
Ping Jia waited for a long time, and finally sat on the chair next to Sang Ling, and called out tentatively, "Senior Sister."
Sang Ling finally raised her eyes to look at him, but the first thing she said was: "I am not your senior sister."
Pingjia immediately became anxious. His ears and tail were all cut off by himself. When he was anxious, the three scars looked extremely terrifying.
He lowered his head slightly, as if hoping that Sang Ling could see his scar more clearly, but unfortunately, Sang Ling still did not react.
He became even more anxious, "You will always be my senior sister, forever!"
Sang Ling lowered her head and drank her tea, neither answering nor paying any attention.
Ping Jia couldn't stand this kind of neglect. He squatted anxiously at Sang Ling's feet and said as if he was explaining or confessing:
"I am no longer a member of the Cangwu Immortal Palace, Senior Sister. I promise you that I will kill Xiang Heng and Hua Ying."
"I was wrong, Senior Sister. I know I was wrong. I deserve to die. Senior Sister, if you feel bad, just kill me. I'm happy if you're happy, but don't ignore me."
…
Sang Ling remained silent.
Ping Jia's pupils turned completely red. "Sister, think about the past. Think about the past. You liked me the most in the past, so none of my fellow disciples could compare to me. Think about the past!"
"You like my silly look before, don't you? I can pretend, and I will pretend to be very similar."
"Senior Sister, I'm the only one you have now, right? You can't leave me. Look at me, look at me!"
At the end, Pingjia almost shouted.
Sang Ling looked at him with contempt and smiled slowly, "Why are you the only one left for me?"
Seeing Sang Ling paying attention to him, Ping Jia showed ecstasy on his face, and almost immediately said: "You lost your master and senior brothers after you rebelled against the sect, and now those fans have also left you, but I am different, senior sister. I will stay by your side even if I die. You only have me, and I only have you, senior sister."
He became more and more excited as he spoke. He squatted at Sang Ling's feet again and looked up at Sang Ling obediently.
Sang Ling looked at him and said, "I have lost my master and senior brothers, and I have lost my junior brothers too. The path of cultivation is lonely, and no one needs company."
Ping Jia shook his head fiercely, "No, no, Senior Sister, you need me. You need me to kill Xiang Heng Huaying. You need me!"
His murderous intent towards Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying actually came from a sense of need.
Sang Ling looked at him and slowly said, "I don't need you. You are of no use to me."
Ping Jia looked flustered, and clung to her, almost climbing up her legs, "Senior sister, don't say that, you have no one left, only me."
Sang Ling calmly kicked him aside, and then Ping Jia crawled over again and clung to her legs.
Sang Ling put her foot against his and asked him, "So, you did this today just to leave me alone."
Pingjia stopped talking.
Of course it was because of this. He couldn't stand everything he saw. Those people didn't even know who his senior sister was, but they dared to say she liked him. Who did they think they were? How dare they get involved with her?
What is even more unbearable is that the senior sister actually cares about them so much, too much. Those fans are proud of this care, but Pingjia only wants to kill people.
Why, the eldest sister never looks for him while she is alive? She doesn’t care about herself. Yes, she doesn’t care about him, she cares about the fans.
That must be an emotional sustenance. The senior sister had suffered too much, so she could only place her emotions on her fans. But now it is different. He and the senior sister have recognized each other, but the fans of the senior sister have turned against him. It's just a little secret, but they can't accept it.
He accepted it! Senior Sister, so he accepted everything.
Pingjia fell into a state of madness. Sang Ling of course knew what he was thinking. She waved her hand, and the next second Pingjia was knocked to the ground, smashing the screen next to him.
But he crawled back again, "Big sister, please hit me a few more times, as long as I am happy."
Sang Ling smiled silently. She realized that Ping Jia was really crazy.
She cursed slowly and firmly: "Stupid*——"
Ping Jia looked up and knew that Sang Ling was scolding him, so he smiled. Whether it was scolding or beating, it was all because the senior sister had him in her eyes.
Sang Ling had no intention of playing the game of competing for a sense of existence with him, so she asked him, "Aren't you curious about how I survived?"
Ping Jia replied almost like a lackey: "Senior sister always turns danger into safety."
Then he took a look at Sang Ling's wrist and said, "This Taichu Life and Death Bracelet is still useful."
Sang Ling turned the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet on her wrist and said calmly, "I did rely on the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet to survive, but this Taichu Life and Death Bracelet is just a medium. Do you want to know what I really relied on to survive?"
Ping Jia nodded quickly. Sang Ling's proactive inquiry made him ecstatic. He sat down obediently and waited quietly to listen to Sang Ling's answer.
Sang Ling raised her lips, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
“I rely on my fans.”
She pulled her collar down slightly, and the blood symbol on her chest was clearly visible.
Ping Jia suddenly panicked, his voice trembling slightly: "Why... is this blood talisman still there?"
His eyes were focused on the blood symbol, and the blood symbol slowly grew a little bigger in his sight.
"how……"
Ping Jia was speechless, his mind full of the corpse of his senior sister in the Immortal Tomb of Cangwu Immortal Mansion.
The corpse is fake, but the grief of that day is still vivid in my mind.
Sang Ling pulled up his clothes without showing any surprise, as if he had already anticipated the growth of the blood talisman.
In fact, this should have been expected. Her fans were really shocked today. She has relied on them to survive for so long, and she can't continue to be greedy.
Ping Jia looked at Sang Ling dully, even with a bit of bewilderment on his face. Of course he understood the relationship. His senior sister, the one who was almost killed by him, survived by relying on the emotions of her fans.
But today...
Today's farce, which he had planned for a long time and was very satisfied with, turned out to be a death warrant.
He opened his mouth and a hissing sound came out of it, and his throat seemed to be filled with hot oil, making a painful sizzling sound.
Apart from making this sound, he couldn't utter a word.
Compared to him, Sang Ling was much calmer. She quietly appreciated Ping Jia's reaction and finally felt a little happier.
Perhaps this is Pingjia’s only value now.
Appreciating Pingjia's pain, Sang Ling asked another question:
"I'm curious, how did you know I was in the demon world?"
In the fairy tomb that day, Ping Jia truly believed that she was dead, and he stole the corpse only to find a way to revive her.
But how did I end up in the Demon Realm, in the Nest City, and at her event site by such a coincidence?
Pingjia sat there paralyzed as if he had lost his parents, and only when Sang Ling asked him did he become more lively.
"Rumor has it that there is a method of resurrection within the Nest City."
After he finished speaking, he actually shed two tears, which dripped down his cheeks. He looked at Sang Ling in great pain and asked, "Senior Sister, you are lying to me again, just like you lied to me with Lian Wan's corpse in the Immortal Tomb, right?"
Sang Ling just looked at him and didn't say anything.
Ping Jia's face was full of pain. "Sister, please don't lie to me. I can't stand it. I will listen to you. I will never be jealous of your fans again. Please don't lie to me."
Sang Ling looked at Ping Jia and suddenly laughed.
Ping Jia seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and hurriedly asked: "Senior sister, you laughed, you are lying to me, right? You are lying to me!"
Sang Ling's expression was inexplicably more compassionate. She looked down with a hint of pity and indifference, and said:
"What are you thinking? You are not worth my deception."
Pingjia stood up from the ground, took out a dagger from somewhere, with an expression that looked like both despair and the innocence of a child who had made a mistake, and he stabbed himself in the chest.
"Senior Sister, please throw me out. Then my fans will definitely think I'm lying."
His train of thought was so childish that Sang Ling wanted to laugh. He thought that as long as he pretended to be seriously injured by her, the fans would believe that he was not her junior brother, but just a liar.
Two words: stupid.
Sang Ling watched coldly as the blood flowed from his chest. Ping Jia's strike was very heavy. If it was a little off, the stab in the heart would have killed him for sure. The blood quickly flowed through Ping Jia's body and formed a pool on the ground.
Sang Ling looked at it, her face reflected in the blood was inexplicably beautiful, she smiled,
"Lying? Ha."
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