Seeing that Murong Xiao's eyes were bloodshot and he was about to pounce on Tu Shanche like a ferocious beast with its fur standing on end, Chen Zhaozhao's eyelids twitched. She took a step forward, grabbed Murong Xiao by the back of his collar, and pressed him down.
"Thump!"
Caught off guard, Murong Xiao was pinned face down to the ground by her.
"Hmm!"
Tu Shanche almost immediately took half a step forward, his clear golden eyes instantly filled with heartache and disapproval.
Of course, he wasn't incapable of suppressing Murong Xiao, who was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. He could have easily rendered the brat immobile with a flick of his finger, but he couldn't bear to, and he didn't want to use even a fraction of his strength on him.
Seeing Shen Zhaozhao intervene, he glanced at her face with a complicated expression, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only nodded very slightly to Shen Zhaozhao, as if to thank her for stopping this pointless scuffle in time.
Shen Zhaozhao didn't care whether he was complicated or not, and impatiently grabbed Murong Xiao by the back of his collar and pulled him out of the mud.
Murong Xiao coughed and spat out the rotten leaves from his mouth. His handsome face was covered in black mud, and tears mixed with mud streamed down his face. He was about to continue howling without caring about anything else—
"Shut up."
Shen Zhaozhao slapped him hard on the back of the head: "Is your brain just for show? Can't you see it yet?"
"If what you're saying is true, then your brother might not live a happy life for long. Instead of thinking of something, you're still making a scene with him here?"
boom--!
These words struck like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shattering the silence of the forest.
Murong Xiao's cries were stuck in his throat, his mud-covered eyelashes trembled violently, and he looked at Shen Zhaozhao with a blank and frightened expression.
Not only the little brat, but even Tu Shanche, who had been standing silently with his eyes down, suddenly raised his head. For the first time, his warm golden eyes clearly showed cracks of shock.
"How could you..."
He blurted it out almost subconsciously, his clear voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, Tu Shanche immediately reacted, abruptly raising his hand to cover his mouth tightly. His eyes flickered, avoiding Shen Zhaozhao's sharp gaze and Murong Xiao's instantly focused, piercing stare.
Murong Xiao's reaction was even faster than Shen Zhaozhao had imagined.
Just as Tu Shanche covered his mouth, he suddenly broke free from Shen Zhaozhao's hand like a little leopard that had been completely enraged, and took a step in front of Tu Shanche!
Those muddy hands, with an irresistible brute force, grabbed Tu Shanche's wrist that was covering his mouth, and forcefully pried it down one finger at a time!
"elder brother!"
Murong Xiao's voice rose to an almost shrill level, and his eyes, which were always filled with infatuation or arrogance, were now fixed aggressively on Tu Shanche's slightly pale face, which he was forced to reveal.
"What did my senior sister mean?! What do you mean you won't survive?!"
Tu Shanche's hands were pried open, forcing him to meet those eyes burning with fear.
The gaze was so intense, so direct, as if it wanted to burn him through and see through all the secrets he was trying so hard to hide.
He felt as if something had hit his chest hard, and his waist suddenly went limp, causing him to lose some of the strength that was supporting his body.
All he could do was abruptly look away, his long eyelashes drooping to conceal the complex emotions churning in his eyes, his pale lips pressed tightly together, clearly indicating he had no intention of speaking.
Shen Zhaozhao stood to the side, her temples twitching twice.
It's over.
It seems that not only is Murong Xiaoxian's identity as a second-generation immortal real, but his rebellious thought of "wanting to kill his brother" is probably also real.
What time is it?
He's almost dead, and his brother is still playing the "silence is golden" card?
This isn't how you spoil a child.
Shen Zhaozhao took a deep breath. Unlike Tu Shanche, who was without principles, she stepped forward and unceremoniously pried open Murong Xiao's hands that were still tightly gripping Tu Shanche's wrist.
"Are you a crab? Your pincers are so tight."
Shen Zhaozhao pried open Murong Xiao's hands with a sharp and decisive motion.
He then sighed, his words carrying a hint of "I'm unlucky to have run into you two": "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I thought you were just having hysteria."
She paused, then gave Murong Xiao, whose gaze was still fixed on his brother's face, a meaningful look: "If what you said about your Immortal Emperor father and your sworn brother's tragic fate is true, then use your not-so-bright brain to think about it—how long have you been kicked down to the mortal realm?"
"Why did your brother have to come at this particular time of year? And why is he so eager to shove his demon core into your body?"
"Isn't it obvious that something's wrong inside? Or something catastrophic?"
At this point, Shen Zhaozhao pursed her lips, her tone tinged with a sense of helplessness, as if saying, "Why is it always the same routine everywhere?": "Your brother, the adopted son of the Immortal Emperor, who has the ability to cause trouble for him? Isn't it just your father?"
"I was wondering how you could still retain your memories of your past life after being kicked down to the mortal realm. Now it seems that your father kicking you down and sealing your cultivation are not the key points. The key point is to send you away so that you won't cause trouble."
"But what trouble can someone like you, whose mind is filled with nothing but treasonous thoughts, possibly cause?"
Shen Zhaozhao glanced sideways at Murong Xiao, "Isn't it just about your brother? If the Immortal Emperor wanted to do something to your brother, would he have to kick you out on purpose?"
"Isn't it because he can't stand that your brother 'kidnapped' his youngest son? So he openly kicked you out first to prevent you from causing trouble, and then secretly sent his brother to his death. Once your brother is dead, it's too late. No matter how furious you are, what can you do to change anything?"
Looking at Murong Xiao's face, which was covered in mud, drained of all color, and filled with shock and confusion, Shen Zhaozhao added insult to injury, her tone chilling: "Otherwise, do you think that with one of us at Foundation Establishment and the other at Golden Core, if your brother didn't want to, we could have found him? Could we have gotten close to him?"
Murong Xiao froze, his mind buzzing. Every word Shen Zhaozhao uttered felt like a red-hot iron, searing into the deepest fears he dared not contemplate.
Those eyes, which were always so bright, were now empty and blank, stunned by the overwhelming truth. They stared straight at Tu Shanche, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.
When Shen Zhaozhao pointed out the words "suicide," Tu Shanche, the fox spirit, tensed up almost imperceptibly for a moment.
He pressed his lips tightly together; those words, like poisoned needles, precisely pierced the calm facade he was trying so hard to maintain. He didn't want Xiao'er to know, not even a little bit.
Those dirty schemes, those cold orders, those doomed traps... He just wanted to bear it all himself, and before he completely disappeared, he just wanted to leave the little prince he had protected since childhood with something to protect his life.
But why is it that Heaven is determined not to grant him even his last wish?
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