Li Muge used all her strength to push away the controlled Xiao Shaoyao, while she herself was pierced by a poisoned arrow.
Li Wanqing was overjoyed, but then she felt a sharp pain in her throat. It turned out that Li Muge had collapsed.
With her eyes narrowed, she pinpointed the location of the person who had plotted against Xiao Shaoyao, then threw out the Demon-Slaying Blade that Xiao Shaoyao had used to assassinate her last time, slitting open Li Wanqing's throat.
Li Wanqing lay on the snow, the blood flowing continuously from her neck staining the snow red.
Her eyes held resentment.
She died without understanding why she had lost.
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"Mu Ge." Mo Yan rushed over and supported Li Mu Ge, who was about to fall. "Mu Ge, don't scare me. We haven't had our wedding yet."
"Sect Master." Zuo Xia ran to Li Muge's side and grabbed Mo Li: "Quick, quick, you have to go save the Sect Master, hurry, Doctor Mo."
Mo Li stepped forward to take Li Muge's pulse and was immediately surprised: "This... the sect leader has no inner core and is no different from an ordinary person. This arrowhead is coated with a deadly poison. I'm afraid there is no way to save him."
"How could it be beyond saving?" Mo Yan raised his hand and pushed Mo Li away, biting his head desperately, his ethereal face showing a hint of madness: "It's impossible, Mu Ge, you can't die."
"We've come this far with so much difficulty, how could you die?"
"Isn't it just an inner core? If I give her my inner core, can Mu Ge live?"
Mo Yan's eyes were filled with obsession, like a dying man grasping at the last piece of driftwood.
Mo Li shook her head. The sect leader's body was already too damaged, and her body was already fragile.
Even if he hadn't been hit by an arrow, he probably wouldn't have lived much longer.
Even if there is no hope, Mo Yan is willing to give it a try.
He circulated his cultivation energy in his palm.
They are preparing to remove the inner core.
But it was grasped by Li Muge's already cold hand.
Li Muge endured the excruciating pain, but every time he spoke, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"No, don't bother, Mo Yan, it's no use. I'm sorry, Mo Yan, promise me, Mo Yan, forget me. Someone as good as you deserves someone better to love you."
Li Muge felt as if someone was constantly ripping her flesh with a dagger, the pain causing her to dig her nails deep into her flesh.
She could clearly feel all the organs inside her body being torn apart and shattered.
"I don't want to, Li Muge, you heartless woman, why is it always you who abandons me?"
Mo Yan's tears dripped onto Li Muge's cheek. At that moment, Li Muge seemed to understand what the world meant by love.
"I'm sorry, Mo Yan, please promise me, promise me, after I die, don't take your anger out on Xiao Shaoyao, okay?"
The poison from Ghost Red had already begun to take effect throughout Li Muge's body, making every minute and second of his life a torment.
"Promise me." Li Muge held Mo Yan's hand tightly: "Little Peony is innocent. She's been very, very good to me."
"Don't blame her." Li Muge knew that beneath Mo Yan's gentle exterior lurked a devil.
It was only because of the moral and ethical constraints that he had been kept in check all these years that he had not gone mad.
"Okay, Mu Ge, I promise I won't hold a grudge against Xiao Shaoyao." Mo Yan rested his face on Li Mu Ge's head.
After receiving Mo Yan's assurance, Li Muge's hand fell limply to her side, she closed her eyes, and stopped breathing.
Mu An put down his flute. He hadn't expected that Li Muge would die trying to save Xiao Shaoyao.
He stumbled back a few steps, feeling as if he had done something wrong.
He has wronged Li Muge.
I'm also sorry to Little Peony.
Perhaps this time, Xiao Shaoyao will never forgive him.
Little Peony gradually regained consciousness; she had fallen to the ground and was unable to move.
When he opened his eyes, he saw all the remaining disciples of the Crimson Moon Sect kneeling on the ground.
In the snow, Mo Yan, dressed in a wedding suit, sat with his eyes devoid of light, holding Li Muge tightly.
No one dared to approach.
"Mu, Mu Ge." Little Peony had a bad feeling; the heavy snow had frozen her nose red.
Little Peony's lips were pale. She struggled and broke free from Nan Yi's magical restraints, stumbling to Li Muge's side.
She reached out to check Li Muge's breathing, but her fingertips were nothing but icy coldness.
"How could this happen, Mu Ge, how could this happen?"
Little Peony tried to hug Mu Ge, but Mo Yan grabbed her by the neck and threw her away heavily.
"Get out. From now on, you can never get close to Mu Ge."
Mo Yan hugged Mu Ge tightly, hoping to warm her body again with his own body heat.
Mu An was afraid that something might happen to Xiao Shaoyao, so he wanted to use the same trick as last time to knock Xiao Shaoyao unconscious and take her away.
Little did he know that the moment his figure appeared before Little Peony's eyes, Little Peony's heart had already shattered.
"Little Peony, let's go." Mu An took Little Peony's hand.
But Xiao Shaoyao snatched the flute from Mu An's hand and immediately understood everything.
"Brother Mu An, you've used me again! How could you do this to me!"
Xiao Shaoyao pressed her head down, and the scene of Li Muge's accident immediately appeared in her mind.
"Why, why do you do this?" Little Peony shook Mu An's arms vigorously. She didn't understand why Mu An always hurt her under the guise of loving her.
"Little Peony, I'm doing this for your own good. This is the only way to save you." Mu An tried to grab Little Peony's hand again, but Little Peony used magic to move a hundred meters away from Mu An.
Although it was snowing heavily on Red Moon Mountain, it was colder than the cold in Little Peony's heart at that moment.
She suddenly snapped the flute in half, pointing the sharp end at her heart: "Brother Mu An, I want you to remember, it wasn't Mu Ge who drove me to my death, it was you."
Little Peony shed a tear that streamed down her cheek: "Mu Ge, I'm coming to be with you. You have to wait for me."
Before Mu An could get any closer, Xiao Shaoyao grabbed the broken flute with both hands and plunged it into her heart with all her might.
"No, Little Peony." Mu An staggered towards Little Peony.
But Little Peony set up a barrier just a hair's breadth away from Mu An.
No matter how much magic Mu An used, he couldn't break the barrier.
Little Peony gave a pale smile, her eyes filled with sorrow.
“Brother Mu An, in this life, my love for you is real, but if it is real, I would rather never meet you again in the next life.”
The little peony's body gradually disappeared in the snow.
"No, Little Peony, I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't do this."
Mu An's hands were bleeding from being smashed. He knelt on the ground and kept pounding on the invisible barrier.
When Zuo Xia saw Xiao Shaoyao's death, her vision went black and she almost fainted, but fortunately Jiang Zishi supported her.
In the snow.
Mo Yan stood up and picked up Li Muge's already cold body.
His eyes were filled with obsession.
"Mu Ge, I won't let you die."
"There will definitely be a way to save you, there will definitely be."
"Sect Master." Zuo Xia's voice choked with emotion. She wanted to chase after him, but Jiang Zishi grabbed her arm.
"Jiang Zishi, he took the sect leader away! What do we do?"
Zuo Xia has always been carefree, but now she could no longer hold back her tears.
Jiang Zishi hugged Zuo Xia, offering her silent comfort.
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