Mo Xie, dragging her weakened body, stood before Xue Dao.
Expressionless.
Blood Blade said in a trembling voice, "Spare my life, and I'll tell you what I..."
Mo Xie slammed down with a powerful punch.
"ah!"
Blood Blade screamed and writhed as it tried to dodge.
Mo Xie was physically weak and lacked profound energy, but she relied solely on her physical strength.
Punch after punch, one after another, rained down relentlessly...
Until the screams of the Blood Blade gradually faded, until blood splattered on Mo Xie's face.
If the purpose of blacksmithing is to forge metal, then what is the purpose of killing?
Different people will have different answers at different times.
Mo Xie's answer now is: to vent her anger.
Thump!
Mo Xie slammed down with another punch, as if hitting a soft, mushy dough, his hands covered in a bloody, muddy liquid.
Blood Blade's face was already blurred; he was beyond dead.
"call……"
Mo Xie took a long breath and stood up unsteadily.
"Have you vented your anger?"
Feng Qingcheng said in a cold voice.
Her phoenix eyes were cold, and her perfect face seemed somewhat unfriendly...
Mo Xie cupped his hands in a difficult gesture and said sincerely, "Thank you for your righteous help, Miss Feng. I apologize for any offense I may have caused earlier!"
Familiar, isn't it?
He learned it from that cunning little Xuanling'er...
Seeing Mo Xie's attitude, it would seem petty for Feng Qingcheng to get angry again.
She said calmly, "I'm not doing this out of a sense of justice, but because you owe me a huge favor."
Moye said, "Moye dares not forget."
After saying that,
He mustered his spirits and went to the underworld.
He slowly picked up his body and walked forward with difficulty.
Feng Qingcheng sneered, "Heh, you're so kind. You're so weak, yet you still don't sit down and meditate to regulate your breathing..."
The words had barely left his mouth when
She was slightly startled: she wasn't usually a talkative person, so why was she behaving this way in front of this guy? Especially such a lowly human male...
Why is this the case?
Damn it, it must be because of Feng Ling's influence!
Feng Qingcheng gritted her teeth and glared angrily at Mo Xie's retreating figure. "It's all that bastard's fault for using such... such a despicable secret technique on me!"
"Because there is something to be done, I dare not stop for a moment."
Mo Xie carried Ming Lao and slowly walked into the dense forest.
Fallen leaves return to their roots; even if it means burying one's bones in the green hills, it is far better than leaving one's body exposed in the wilderness.
...
A place of green hills and clear waters.
A burial place that many people can only dream of.
Mo Xie took out a long sword and slowly began to dig in the ground.
"Hmph, at this rate, how long will it take you to dig? You're just wasting my time!"
Feng Qingcheng didn't want to say anything more, but in the end she couldn't hold back.
With a gentle wave of her hand, a pit the length of a person appeared on the ground.
"Thank you..."
Mo Xie nodded and gently placed the Old Man of the Underworld into the tomb.
Then he declined Feng Qingcheng's offer.
Handful by hand, he covered the body of the old man with handfuls of soil.
This was perhaps the greatest gift his young master could give to his loyal old servant.
Mo Xie chuckled to himself, "To be able to portray a villain to this extent, I really am..."
"Once you embark on the path of the mystical, you should be prepared to die in the wilderness."
Feng Qingcheng looked at Mo Xie with her phoenix eyes and commented, "Womanly compassion...naive and foolish!"
Mo Xie ignored him and meticulously buried the Old Man of the Underworld herself.
"Old Master Ming, may you rest in peace..."
Mo Xie clenched her fist tightly.
I must become stronger!
So powerful that none of our own people will be harmed anymore!
So powerful that they can live well under their own protection...
His willpower could no longer sustain his weakened body.
Mo Xie suddenly fainted.
"Foolish bastard... I don't care what you do!"
Feng Qingcheng looked at Mo Xie, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and laughed in anger.
After half an incense stick has burned...
Feng Qingcheng, looking utterly disgusted, picked up Mo Xie and flew away through the air.
"Damn it! It must be because of that Phoenix Spirit..."
...
The sun shone its last rays on the horizon before sinking into darkness.
A pale crescent moon slowly rose.
Cave.
Mo Xie lay on the ground, her body filled with Xuan Qi flowing at a steady pace.
If one could examine his blood internally, one would find strands of golden blood, imbued with powerful vitality, flowing within it.
"How long has it been? His injuries have almost completely healed. Even the most gifted and noble bloodline among the demon race are far inferior... There's definitely something strange about this guy's body!"
Feng Qingcheng looked at Mo Xie and smiled gently, "But the more it's like this, the more interesting it becomes..."
"I don't believe you can be on guard while you're unconscious."
Her slender fingers moved in mysterious hand seals.
"However, to cast the slave seal, it needs to be entered into your mind, just in case..."
"The [Heart-to-Heart Secret Technique] that I found in the ancient books of the Yin-Yang Demon Sect is the most suitable."
Unlike Yin Slave and Yang Slave, this method, even within the Yin-Yang Demon Sect, can only be used by legitimate Daoist couples.
After performing this secret technique,
The two parties will reach a point of mutual understanding and affection to a certain extent...
"You're getting off too easy!"
Feng Qingcheng's face flushed slightly, and her peerless phoenix eyes flickered as she comforted herself, "I'm just... being able to bind such a prodigy is worthwhile."
Why would she use this secret technique on Mo Xie?
First, because this secret technique is harmless, it is impossible to defend against.
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