Yourong Xuanya disappeared in an instant as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth. This scene left Xiao Ning dumbfounded. He stared at everything in front of him in disbelief, and then he looked at Yourong Rouxue in panic.
"Sister, where is Sister Xuan Ya? Where did she go?" Xiao Ning's voice was full of panic.
You Rong Rouxue hugged Xiao Ning tightly in her arms, and then said in a low voice:
"Ning'er, forget about her. Yourong Xuanya is just my second body."
Xiao Ning was still immersed in extreme fear and had not recovered. When he heard You Rong Rouxue's words, he suddenly broke free in fear and looked at You Rong Rouxue in panic.
"What...what? Second body? How is this possible! How could Sister Xuan Ya be the second body of Sister Rouxue?" There was disbelief and despair in his voice.
Rong Rouxue looked at Xiao Ning's panic-stricken look, and her heart was filled with pity. She slowly got up from the bed, walked to Xiao Ning's side, and said softly:
"Ning'er, I didn't lie. Yourong Rouxue and Yourong Xuanya were the same person from the beginning to the end. Yourong Xuanya was just a secondary body I created to manage Piaomiao Xianzong. Now, this secondary body has betrayed me and is no longer necessary to exist."
"Betrayed you? Are you referring to the sword that Sister Xuan Ya stabbed you with? That was because Xue Lian bewitched her. That was definitely not Sister Xuan Ya's original intention!" Xiao Ning's eyes were filled with pain and confusion.
"No, Ning'er, you are too naive. I created Yourong Xuanya more than five hundred years ago, and now she has already possessed her own consciousness. But I don't care about these. I don't care what she thinks or does. However, there is only one thing that I absolutely cannot forgive, and that is betrayal, especially when she wants to kill me." Yourong Rouxue's tone was firm and resolute.
Xiao Ning listened to You Rong Rouxue's words, and his heart was filled with panic and confusion. He couldn't accept this fact, and everything in front of him seemed to become blurred.
Rong Rouxue looked at Xiao Ning's confused look, her heart filled with helplessness. She leaned forward and gently kissed Xiao Ning's lips. This kiss was as gentle as a spring breeze, sweeping over Xiao Ning's whole body in an instant. He felt an irresistible softness, followed by a dizziness.
You Rong Rouxue picked up the unconscious Xiao Ning and carefully placed him on the bed. She stared at Xiao Ning quietly, her eyes full of affection and reluctance. Finally, she turned and left, leaving behind a lonely back.
The strength of Yourong Rouxue in the Mahayana stage is unfathomable. Even if there is only a trace of soul left, she can burst out one tenth of her usual strength. Now, she has successfully taken back all of Yourong Xuanya's power, which is enough to deal with Xue Lian.
At the same time, Xue Lian was on his way to find Xiao Ning. Suddenly, an indescribable terrifying pressure descended upon him without any warning, causing him to tremble all over. In that split second, Xue Lian didn't even have time to react. He felt his chest suddenly get cold, followed by a sharp pain. He turned his head in horror, only to see a jade hand as white as snow, but filled with endless murderous intent, piercing his chest just like that!
"Master... Master."
Xue Lian stared with eyes wide open, looking at You Rong Rouxue in disbelief. At this moment, You Rong Rouxue's stunningly beautiful face was full of indifference and disdain, as if the person in front of her was just an ant and insignificant.
Yourong Rouxue slowly pulled her hand back from Xue Lian's chest, and with this movement, blood gushed out and splashed all over the ground. Xue Lian, who lost his support, collapsed to the ground like a kite with a broken string, but his eyes were still fixed on Yourong Rouxue, with fear, unwillingness and despair in them.
"You should have died hundreds of years ago. If it weren't for the fact that you were once my only disciple, do you really think you could have tricked me with those little tricks of yours?"
You Rong Rouxue looked down at Xue Lian who was lying in a pool of blood, her tone so cold that it made people shudder.
"Haha, so you failed after all?"
Xue Lian uttered these words with trembling lips. Then, he used up his last bit of strength to drag his wounded body slowly towards a figure, mumbling to himself, as if he wanted to express some unfulfilled wish.
"Yingli, I'm sorry, I still couldn't successfully revive you..."
Before he finished speaking, the flame of his life, as weak as a candle in the wind, quietly went out. Finally, as if all his strength had been drained away, he collapsed to the ground without making any sound.
At this time, Yourong Rouxue was staring at Xue Lian's gradually cooling body with an expressionless face, as if the lifeless body in front of her had nothing to do with her.
Then, she flashed and appeared in front of a room in the blink of an eye. She raised her jade hand and waved it slightly, and the door that was originally closed suddenly opened as if it was pushed by an invisible force. Inside the room, Jiang Yingli sat quietly by the bed, like a sculpture without a soul, exuding a dead atmosphere all over his body.
Yourong Rouxue slowly walked to Jiang Yingli, her eyes fixed on the pale face. Suddenly, her face turned gloomy, and she murmured softly:
"Jiang Yingli, ah Jiang Yingli, I'm so sorry. In order to prevent future troubles, I have no choice but to destroy your body."
Before she finished her words, she flipped her palm and a ball of blazing flames appeared out of thin air. Without hesitation, she threw the flames onto the bed, then turned around and left the room without looking back.
After the flames landed on the bed, they quickly spread, the fire became more and more fierce, and soon engulfed the entire room. The flames danced wildly, licking everything in the room, the tables, chairs, bedding, walls... all the items were reduced to ashes in the flames. Thick smoke rose up and rushed into the sky, as if it was going to burn the sky as well.
After finishing all this, Yourong Rouxue walked back to the room with light steps. Her eyes fell on Xiao Ning's peaceful sleeping face, her eyes full of tenderness and love.
She walked carefully to the bedside, sat down gently, then stretched out her hands and gently held Xiao Ning in her arms. Xiao Ning's body trembled slightly, but he did not wake up. You Rong Rouxue felt his body temperature, and a warm current surged in her heart.
She stared at Xiao Ning's handsome face quietly, as if she wanted to imprint every detail of him deeply in her heart. Her fingers gently brushed over his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, feeling his breath.
"Ning'er, let's go home..."
You Rong Rouxue whispered softly, her voice full of endless tenderness. Her eyes revealed a kind of firmness and determination, as if she wanted to take Xiao Ning away from all troubles and dangers.
As she finished her words, a strange light suddenly lit up, wrapping the two tightly. In this light, the figures of Rong Rouxue and Xiao Ning gradually blurred, and finally disappeared without a trace. The room returned to peace, as if they had never existed, leaving no trace.
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