Chapter 90 Chapter 90 Killing the Demon Lord
Fu Yanwu laughed out loud.
"She lied to you."
The Wolf Steward buried his head deeply again, his body couldn't help but tremble, but he still said:
"So we need an explanation."
Fu Wei looked at him coldly, "Do you believe her?"
Manager Wolf shook his head, "We just believed her words."
Fu Wei did not speak again. In the silence, the only figure of Wolf Manager kneeling deeply could be heard.
After a while, a laugh was heard.
Sang Ling quickly returned to Chunming Pavilion. Many cultivators had gathered outside the pavilion, and it was unclear whether they were guests or others. Gou Qiu was barely maintaining order. Seeing her come back, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pushed through the crowd to welcome her in.
As soon as Sang Ling showed up, the cultivators surrounding him outside immediately became agitated. If it weren't for Mo Shengze standing next to them, they would have already taken out their spiritual weapons and pointed them at Sang Ling.
"A running dog of the immortal world!"
"Go back to the fairyland! Go back to the fairyland!"
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Unable to attack, they can only vent their emotions through words.
Sang Ling quickly returned to Chunming Pavilion. There were not many of her fans among the demon monks who were besieging Chunming Pavilion. She didn't care about their attitude.
After entering the pavilion, Gou Qiu immediately asked her, "What happened?"
Sang Ling went to the Demon Palace, definitely to find a way to break the impasse.
Sang Ling glanced at her and didn't say anything in the attic. Instead, she asked Gou Qiu to go with her to the villa. When they entered the attic, Sang Ling turned around and looked at her.
"I'm sorry for keeping it from you before. I'll tell you everything."
Gou Qiu opened her eyes slightly. Before this incident, she was the only one in Chunming Pavilion who knew Sang Ling's identity. She thought she already knew Sang Ling's biggest secret, but now these words made her feel a little uneasy.
Is there any news more shocking than this?
Gou Qiu couldn't open her mouth for a moment. She hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Go ahead, I'm listening."
Sang Ling looked at Gou Qiu, who had accompanied her all the way, and told him everything that happened since she returned to Cangwu Immortal Mansion from Guiyuan. When she talked about how the three people in Cangwu Immortal Mansion treated her, Gou Qiu felt distressed to see her slowly shed tears. When she mentioned that the fatal blood talisman could be cured, Gou Qiu smiled. When she talked about how she took back the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet from Lian Wan, Gou Qiu looked pleased.
Then the question was why she came to the Demon Realm and Chunming Pavilion. She had more and more fans, and her hope of survival was ahead. As for what happened next, Gou Qiu knew everything.
Gou Qiu fell into silence, but her hands were shaking and her eyes looked at Sang Ling's wrist.
She asked: "Where is the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet?"
Sang Ling stroked his empty wrist and smiled softly, "Use it as a bet with Fu Wei."
She told Gou Qiu everything, both out of trust and also because she wanted to leave a way out for Chunming Pavilion. Unknowingly, Chunming Pavilion and she were bound together. If she prospers, it will prosper, and if she perishes, it will collapse. This was Gou Qiu's hard work, and she could not let Chunming Pavilion decline with her decline.
If she can get through this, Chunming Pavilion will naturally be safe.
But no one dared to say that she would be able to escape danger, and she herself did not dare to say it. What the result would be after seven days was an unknown. There were only two results for her: she could live well or die immediately.
If she really failed in her bet, at least this truth could win the public's sympathy after her death and protect Chunming Pavilion.
Sang Ling kept talking to Gou Qiu about the worst outcome. If she died, how would Gou Qiu gain sympathy and how would he develop Chunming Pavilion next? Sang Ling told Gou Qiu everything she could think of.
Gou Qiu listened in silence, and when Sang Ling mentioned the words "after I die" for the third time, she finally couldn't help but interrupt angrily.
"Stop talking!"
Gou Qiu's eyes turned red, his face was filled with anger and pain, and his voice was hoarse.
"There's no way you're going to die!"
Sang Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently and replied, "Okay——"
But both of them knew that this was just a consolation in this gamble of life.
Gou Qiu slowed down and said firmly: "You have come through so many hardships along the way. It is definitely not luck. This is just a test. You are the invincible Sang Ling."
She looked at Sang Ling seriously, and finally said: "You are not destined to die..."
Sang Ling was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
She wasn't supposed to die. She wasn't supposed to die.
She prepared for the worst, but she still felt that she was not destined to die.
Sang Ling patted the sad Gou Qiu, and in order to prevent her from continuing in this mood, she asked her, "Please help me find Ping Jia."
Gou Qiu hesitated, "Why should we look for him? It's bad luck to see that kind of beast even once more!"
Sang Ling smiled, "He should know everything."
Gou Qiu was angry for a while, but still sent someone to find Ping Jia. In fact, after Ping Jia was driven out of Chunming Pavilion, he had been guarding nearby and had never left. The person sent said that he had found him as soon as he left the house.
His wounds were no longer bleeding, and his condition had improved a lot. As a half-demon with a strong self-healing ability, he was able to move normally in such a short while.
When he returned to the courtyard, Ping Jia immediately knelt down when he saw Sang Ling. He tugged at the corner of Sang Ling's clothes and called carefully:
"Senior sister."
Sang Ling kicked him away and sat on the chair. Ping Jia knelt down and crawled over again. He didn't dare to touch Sang Ling and could only hold on to the chair she was sitting on.
He looked at Sang Ling with sorrowful eyes and asked, "Senior Sister, you went to find the Demon Lord, right? He must have a way, right?"
It is not known how Ping Jia knew that she went to find Fu Yan, but if he asked who could solve Sang Ling's current predicament, he would of course think of Fu Yan.
After all, the fatal blood talisman on her body was given by Fu Wei, and the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet was also a life-saving method he told her about.
Although Pingjia was crazy, he was still sober at this moment.
It would have been fine if he didn't mention the Demon Lord, but as soon as he mentioned the Demon Lord Gou Qiu immediately became furious.
"What to do? If there is no miracle, Sang Ling will die in seven days!"
Her words were like thunder coming out of the blue, shocking Pingjia to his core.
It's the damn seven-day countdown again. He will never forget the despair and sadness he felt during that seven-day countdown, and the overwhelming grief when he saw the fake corpse.
Now that it happened again, he almost wanted to die immediately.
Sang Ling did not tell Ping Jia about the bet between her and Fu Wei. Ping Jia only needed to know the seven-day countdown.
It took Ping Jia a long time before he could speak again. Before that, he could only look at Sang Ling with his eyes open. The corners of his mouth twitched and his throat was dry, and he couldn't utter a word.
When his despair eased a little, he spoke hoarsely: "I'll go ask the Demon Lord for help. He must have a way. I'll go and ask him!"
Obviously, Ping Jia has regarded Fu Yan as his last straw.
Sang Ling looked at his madness calmly and said slowly: "Looking for him? Why did you come to the demon world? How did the news of the resurrection method reach your ears?"
Ping Jia is a half-demon who has both the talent of a demon and the wisdom of an immortal. He is smart, so he immediately understood what Sang Ling meant as soon as she finished speaking.
"It's the Demon Lord..."
Sang Ling neither confirmed nor denied it, just like Fu Wei's answer to her, but everyone knew that this was a tacit consent.
The ground where Pingjia was kneeling suddenly became an inch deeper. When his eyes moved up again, he saw Pingjia's angry face and red vertical pupils.
It was murderous intent that was as tangible as a substance.
Sang Ling looked at him and said, "You want to ask for my forgiveness, don't you? As long as you can do this one thing, I will forget everything, no matter what happened before or now. I will still be your senior sister, and you will still be my... junior brother."
Pingjia looked up suddenly, vitality and ecstasy flashing in his red eyes.
"Senior sister."
The way he called "Senior Sister" was trembling, as if he couldn't believe it, but also seemed to be extremely ecstatic.
"Senior sister, what is the matter? The main thing is that you can do it even if Ping Jia dies!"
Sang Ling smiled, the same smile she had when she was in Cangwu Immortal Mansion, kind, gentle, and caring. She curled her lips slightly and said slowly:
"Kill the Demon Lord."
Gou Qiu looked up in shock, his face full of disbelief.
What she couldn't believe was not that Sang Ling wanted Ping Jia to kill the Demon Lord, but that someone dared to propose such a thing that would never succeed.
However, despite such an impossible task, Ping Jia still had an expression of ecstasy on his face. He was ecstatic that Sang Ling had a chance to forgive him.
Ping Jia nodded heavily and said firmly: "Senior Sister, I will definitely kill the Demon Lord!"
This sentence is no longer something that can be described as a fantasy.
Killing the Demon Lord was something that did not exist in the minds of the immortal cultivators, and no one had ever thought of the possibility.
Therefore, Gou Qiu, a cultivator from the demon clan, did not say anything in the end. There was no need to stop something that was absolutely impossible.
As for such an impossible thing, Ping Jia was like a chicken with blood injected. He took out a mustard seed from the mustard seed bag and swallowed it. In less than a moment, his injuries were healed and his spiritual power was replenished.
Then he took out the magic sword and turned to leave the courtyard.
After he left, Gou Qiu still couldn't help but ask Sang Ling out of curiosity.
"Do you think he can kill the Demon Lord?"
Sang Ling shook her head: "How is that possible?"
Gou Qiu was even more confused, "Why?"
Sang Ling smiled, "No reason, I just want to know how powerful your Lord Demon is..."
Is there no chance of winning against him, or is there still a glimmer of hope?
Although Pingjia was crazy, he was not reckless. After his ecstasy, the Demon Palace was still peaceful, just like every other day.
On the second day, Gou Qiu couldn't stand it anymore and came to find Sang Ling again.
"You're not just waiting for Pingjia to make a move, are you not going to do something? Time is running out!"
The countdown to death has turned a page, and now there are only six days left.
Sang Ling was playing the piano, and the gentle and soothing sound soothed Gou Qiu's anxiety.
"Wait a little longer."
Gou Qiu's impatience resurfaced, "What are you waiting for? There's no time!"
Sang Ling stopped playing the piano, stood up and looked outside Chunming Pavilion.
After a day, the situation had become even more serious. Chunming Pavilion was surrounded by monks all the time, and the situation had evolved from verbal abuse to threats.
Even in the other courtyard, noisy and malicious voices outside the pavilion could still be heard.
Gou Qiu felt very upset when he heard this, "Sang Ling, what are you waiting for?"
Sang Ling looked back at her and said, "I have to wait until my fans get to know me."
She is Sang Ling, the eldest senior sister of Cangwu Immortal Mansion and an artist of Chunming Pavilion.
Fans don’t know all of her yet, we have to wait until they know her completely.
Her words only have power if her fans truly know who she is.
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