"For a guy like you who does nothing all day and is mediocre, it is a waste to give you such a rare and extremely powerful physique as the Chaos God and Demon Body!"
Facing Xue Lian's sarcastic words, Xiao Ning's face was as calm as water. He was not angered at all. He just responded neither servilely nor arrogantly:
"Then I will definitely not be like you, wantonly trampling on other people's lives and treating human lives as worthless just to satisfy my own selfish desires!"
Hearing Xiao Ning's righteous words, Xue Lian's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a sly smile, and continued:
"Oh? Really? If one day, Rong Rouxue is in a desperate situation, with her life hanging by a thread, and the only way to save her life is for you to kill those innocent people with your own hands, Xiao Ning, in the face of such a difficult decision, I wonder what choice you will make?"
Xue Lian's words were like a sharp sword, piercing deep into Xiao Ning's heart. He couldn't help but take a breath, and a slight "tsk" sound came out of his throat, but he quickly calmed down and answered in a deep voice with a firm look:
"I will never allow this to happen! If I have to sacrifice the lives of other innocent people in exchange for someone's resurrection, then I can't do it, because I know that every life is equal and precious. Moreover, Sister Rouxue will definitely not agree with me doing such an immoral thing!"
"Hmph, you sound very righteous and high-sounding! But let's just wait and see! I really can't wait to see whether you will end up on the same path as me. When you really face the pain and miserable look when you lose someone important to you, it will surely be very exciting..."
Xue Lian's sneer revealed deep disdain. He snorted softly, as if to express all his contempt. Then, his eyes became cold, as if Xiao Ning no longer existed in his world. He remained silent, like an iceberg, making it impossible for people to approach him.
Xiao Ning looked at Xue Lian's reaction, his heart filled with helplessness and resentment. He put down Xue Lian's collar and threw him hard on the chair, making a dull sound. Then he left without looking back.
Xue Lian's body trembled slightly, but he still lowered his head, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing an imperceptible arc.
Yourong Xuanya watched all this quietly, with a complex light flashing in her eyes. She seemed to see some emotion deep in Xue Lian's heart, but she couldn't understand it exactly. Then, her eyes turned to Xiao Ning's departing back, which looked so lonely and resentful. A trace of pity surged in her heart, but she didn't know how to express it.
At night, Xiao Ning came to You Rong Rouxue's room. Everything in the room was still well preserved, as if time had stopped here. Xiao Ning's eyes slowly swept across every corner, recalling the time he had spent with You Rong Rouxue. His heart became more and more sad, and the pain surged into his heart like a tide.
Xue Lian's words kept echoing in his mind, like a sharp sword, piercing his heart. He dispersed his cultivation, as if he had lost all his strength. He picked up the wine pot and drank it all, trying to numb his pain with alcohol.
"Sister, you always said that you would always be with me. Now the culprit who bewitched you has been caught. Why haven't you woken up?" Xiao Ning's voice was full of sadness and despair. His tears slid down his cheeks and dripped into the wine glass.
"Sister, Ning'er is back, why don't you come to see me! Didn't you promise to walk towards the avenue with me?"
Xiao Ning's mumbling echoed in the silent room, his voice was low and hoarse, as if it was the most real cry from the depths of his heart. His eyes were confused and helpless, as if he was lost in the abyss of darkness and could not find a way out.
He kept pouring the wine into his mouth, each sip was bitter and desperate. Because he swallowed too hard, he accidentally choked his throat and spat out the wine in his mouth with a wow. The wine splashed on the ground, forming a wet mark, just like his broken heart.
"Depend on!"
Xiao Ning cursed, his voice full of anger and helplessness. He threw the wine jug out with force, and it drew an arc in the air, then fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound. This sound echoed in the room, as if it was a symbol of Xiao Ning's inner collapse and despair.
Then, he stood up in a daze, staggering, looking around for liquor. His eyes were blurred, as if he was looking for something to fill the emptiness in his heart. Just as he raised his foot, he was suddenly tripped by something, staggered, and fell down.
At the moment he fell to the ground, Rong Xuanya appeared in front of him like a fairy. Her eyes were full of concern and tenderness. Looking at Xiao Ning, who was drunk, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed. She stretched out her soft hand, gently stroked Xiao Ning's cheek, and said softly:
"Ning'er, you've drunk too much! Don't drink anymore."
Xiao Ning slowly raised his heavy head, and his originally clear and bright eyes became blurry at this moment, as if covered by a thick fog. Through the hazy vision, he saw Yourong Xuanya beside him. However, in his trance, the appearance of the woman in front of him gradually overlapped with the gentle and moving figure of Yourong Rouxue in the depths of his memory.
His body seemed to have lost control, and he involuntarily took a step forward, opened his arms and hugged Yourong Xuanya tightly. At this moment, he felt like a drowning man who had grabbed the last straw, afraid that if he let go, he would fall into the abyss of despair again.
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