Chapter 77: The Seventh Master "Say you love me."
Ji Lingche looked towards the place where Yin Beiying had been lying. There was only a pool of blood on the ground, and the person was gone.
Qu Wuji: "Sure enough, he was taken away."
Ji Lingche raised the corner of his mouth and thought to himself, Yunzhong is about to become lively...
Yunzhong's jurisdiction is very large, and the Yin family has many disciples and followers, but they are now scattered in various towns and are not well-informed. If the news that the head of the family has died spreads, who knows what will happen.
What's more, now the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, and we are surrounded by wolves. Ji Lingche felt tired and bored when he thought of these chaotic things. He lowered his eyes wearily, sorting out these things in his mind and thinking about countermeasures.
Just as she was thinking about it, she saw Qu Wuji's face change slightly. He took a step back calmly, pressed his chest lightly with his hand, and veins on his forehead appeared faintly, as if he was trying hard to endure the severe pain.
Noticing Ji Lingche's gaze, he paused, then naturally dropped his hands, pretending nothing had happened, and smiled faintly.
Ji Lingche asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"
Qu Wuji: "Nothing."
She sighed and grabbed his cold wrist. "Did your old injury relapse?"
He wanted to pull his hand back, and said with a faint smile: "It's okay."
Ji Lingche grasped his wrist tightly, a nameless anger suddenly burning in his heart. He frowned and asked, "Are you——"
She knew that this person could always endure pain, but seeing him like this, her tone softened: "Qu Wuji, why didn't you tell me that your injury hasn't healed?"
Qu Wuji placed his hand on the back of her hand and smiled softly, "You're just a little dizzy because you used too much spiritual energy. It's nothing serious."
Ji Lingche looked at him, words on the tip of his tongue but unable to come out. He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at him for a long time before saying, "You're lying."
Qu Wuji said: "I'm not someone who tries to show off. If I really couldn't hold on any longer, why wouldn't I tell you?"
She held his wrist, only to feel it was icy cold, as if no matter how she held it, it wouldn't warm up. She felt even more uncomfortable, but she didn't know what to say. She just looked up at him, looked away for a long time, and said, "No, we have to find a place to rest first. Let me check your injuries and then we can make plans."
Qu Wu Ji said again that he was fine, but when he saw Ji Lingche frowning in dissatisfaction, he smiled faintly and said nothing more.
Ji Lingche dragged him back to Baiyu Tower and asked for a guest room.
After the commotion just now, all the wandering cultivators in the restaurant had left, leaving only a few drunk people lying on the table, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Although the building was affected by the sword wind, it remained unmoved, without even a single brick missing. However, the pure white lanterns that were originally hanging in front of the building were shredded by the sword wind.
The tall and beautiful restaurant stands out among the ruins, like a crane among chickens.
Ji Lingche said slowly: "See, this is financial strength."
Every tile of the White Jade Building is made of priceless, top-grade spiritual jade, and the plaque is made from the white sacred tree of Kunlun. It cannot be broken by swords or burned by fire, and it remains motionless in the face of swaying winds.
She said, "This restaurant looks ordinary, but only in times of adversity can its value be seen."
Qu Wuji was a little surprised. He had never known that the White Jade Tower was built according to the specifications of the Immortal Alliance's defensive buildings. After a long pause, he whispered, "It seems that Boss Gu is indeed far-sighted and thoughtful."
Ji Lingche chuckled: "Gu Chaoyin is smart and good at dancing. She is truly a genius that is rare in this world."
Qu Wuji was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "So, he murdered Bian Tang?"
Ji Lingche, who was going upstairs, stopped and looked back at him, raising his eyebrows slightly: "I killed him."
The light on the stairs was dim, and shadows were cast, obscuring her expression. She seemed to smile, then walked upstairs with her hands behind her back, saying as she walked, "When I was young, I knew how to restrain myself and didn't want to cause trouble. Later—"
She raised the corners of her mouth and said uninhibitedly, "Later, my reputation was already ruined anyway, so I decided to go all out. Kill one more, two more, seven or eight more, what difference would it make if I killed countless more?"
Qu Wuji said, "Bian Tang had already been imprisoned and liquidated. According to the laws of the Immortal Alliance, he could not escape death. Why did you risk going deep into the Nine Layers of Hell to kill him?"
Ji Lingche sneered: "I don't like him and don't want him to die so easily."
Walking through the corridor, she pushed open the door of the guest room and said, "Besides, I don't believe that the Immortal Alliance will really kill him."
"Unless we can liquidate the forces behind him, he won't die."
Qu Wuji followed her into the guest room and chuckled, "You don't believe I will settle accounts with those people?"
Ji Lingche walked to the window. She saw that the view from this room was excellent. Being on the top floor, she could almost see the entire Moon Town, with the long, intricate streets in full view. She said nonchalantly, "When you first took over the Immortal Alliance, I thought you were in cahoots with them."
She turned her head to look at him and sneered: "Who would have known that such a pretty boy like you, the First Master, could have such powerful means."
Ji Lingche saw that there was nothing unusual on the street, so he waved his hand and a barrier fell down, covering the scene inside the house.
She said, "Go to the couch and take off your clothes—"
Qu Wu Ji ignored her, walked over slowly, suddenly put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms.
Seeing that she didn't hide, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss the corner of her mouth. She tutted and tilted her head: "Are you healed?"
Qu Wuji chuckled: "I told you earlier, nothing happened."
Ji Lingche looked at him and said, "You have no say. Go take off your clothes and I will transfer spiritual power to you."
Qu Wuji's eyes curved: "So domineering."
Ji Lingche laughed, raised his hand to touch his face, leaned close to him, and said slowly: "Be obedient, maybe I can give you some benefits."
Qu Wuji lowered his eyes, his smiling eyes reflecting her image: "How do you obey me?"
Ji Lingche pushed him to the couch, asked him to sit down, and said, "Let me take a look at your injuries."
Qu Wu Ji had no choice but to sit down and take off his shirt. She saw the wound on his heart and was stunned for a moment. The wound had opened again and blood was flowing out. His spiritual power isolated the wound and it did not stain his clothes, but it was still bloody.
She reached out her hand to touch the wound, frowning and saying, "How could this happen..."
Qu Wuji held her hand and said, "This injury cannot be completely healed. After a period of recuperation, it will appear to be healed, but it will relapse as soon as you use your spiritual power."
He smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. I'm used to it."
He held Ji Lingche's hand, brought her hand to his face, closed his eyes and whispered, "It's just a minor injury, why worry about it."
She couldn't help but be stunned. Before she could say anything, Qu Wuji suddenly pulled her forward, dragged her onto the couch, pulled her into his arms, and laughed: "Am I obedient enough? Can you give me some benefits?"
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes and pretended to raise his hand to slap him. He tilted his head and closed his eyes slightly, but did not dodge.
The slap did not fall, but instead gently touched his dantian, and spiritual power was continuously injected into it.
He exhaled heavily, but did not open his eyes, and raised his chin slightly.
He only felt a soothing spiritual power flowing through his body, and the severe pain in his heart gradually eased and turned into a dull pain. However, this spiritual power was so strong that he actually broke out in a thin layer of sweat and his long eyebrows were knitted together.
Suddenly, her hand was grabbed, and Qu Wuji interrupted her spiritual power. He was panting slightly, and his hair was stuck to his white forehead. Ji Lingche was startled: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Qu Wu Ji originally didn't want her to waste any more spiritual energy, but he was afraid that she wouldn't listen, so he just lowered his eyes and nodded.
Ji Lingche stopped, held his face, and chuckled softly, "My dear, you look like this, it really makes me feel distressed."
Qu Wuji held his breath and looked straight at her. He smiled and said, "Call me a few more times. I like to hear it."
She put her arms around his neck, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly, word by word: "My dear, my little sweetheart, what else do you want to hear?"
Qu Wuji laughed, hugged her tightly, and said, "I want to hear everything."
Ji Lingche rested his chin on his shoulder, slowly closed his eyes, felt his breathing, and heard his heart beating violently in his chest.
She was a little sleepy, closed her eyes and whispered, "Why is your heart beating so fast?"
He said, "Because you are too close to me."
She laughed and said, "You've been with me for so long, why haven't you adapted yet?"
Qu Wuji whispered, "Long? How long has it been..."
Ji Lingche: "It's been over a hundred years since I met you, right?"
He rubbed her cheek with his fingers and said slowly, "In these past one hundred years, you lied to me and played tricks on me for twenty years, hated me for twenty years, avoided me for twenty years, and finally left me alone for twenty years."
"And it's been less than half a year since you said you liked me..."
Ji Lingche looked at him: "Is that really clear?"
She smiled, and the sharpness in her eyes faded, revealing a gentle and cunning look. She slowly took his hand and said, "How about I start from today and live twenty years with you all over again?"
Qu Wuji looked at her for a long time, then suddenly hugged her tightly and said, "Say you love me."
Ji Lingche was slightly stunned and didn't speak for a while. She only felt that he seemed to stiffen for a moment, and then he hugged her tighter. He said again: "Alan, I want to hear you say you love me."
Ji Lingche whispered: "Qu Wuji, I love you."
"...You are the only one I have ever said this to in my life."
Qu Wu Ji let her go and stared into her eyes without blinking, his breathing becoming rapid, as if he was trying to confirm whether he had heard correctly.
He didn't expect her to actually say it. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He suddenly felt the pain in his heart begin to hurt violently again, but he didn't care. He just whispered, "What did you say just now?"
Ji Lingche said word by word, emphatically: "I said——"
"I love you."
Qu Wu Ji laughed, but his heart ached. He was afraid that she would notice, so he pulled her into his arms and was speechless for a long time.
He just felt that even if he died in pain now, it would be worth it.
Ji Lingche murmured softly, "...Shang Zheng, I don't understand what love is."
"So I never say anything and never make promises easily."
"But I think I do love you."
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