When Qing'er saw the whip, her eyes lit up immediately. "Did Master give this to me?"
Mo Han handed it over with a smile and said, "Drip blood, acknowledge master, and the Fire Whip is yours!"
"Mmm!" Qing'er nodded excitedly, dripped a drop of blood onto it, and a red light flashed instantly. Qing'er subconsciously closed her eyes.
In that instant, Mo Chen took out a token and pressed it against Qing'er's forehead, causing Qing'er to feel a sharp pain in her head.
Mo Han withdrew his hand and looked at the token in his hand, which had turned red, with the words "Mu Qing" appearing on it.
"So you're Mu Qing!" Mo Han raised an eyebrow, looking at Qing'er with a look of sudden realization.
Hearing that familiar name, Qing'er frowned. "Mu Qing? My name is... Mu Qing?"
Suddenly a gentle voice came from beside my ear:
"Come with me!"
"From now on, I will take care of you in place of your brother."
A sudden sharp pain shot through her head, and Qing'er instinctively closed her eyes. Before her eyes appeared the shadow of a young man dressed in white.
Her features were blurry and indistinct; the more she tried to see him clearly, the further he walked away. Qing'er clutched her head, wracked with pain, her face contorted in agony. She could sense that this person was telling her something very, very important…
"Who are you? Don't go, don't leave me—"
The white-clad figure in her memory gradually faded into the distance, and the scene shifted to crimson flames that dyed the sky blood-red. Instantly, she felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.
What appeared before her was a majestic figure in magnificent robes and a dragon crown. She could vaguely make out his eyes, which held a sorrowful, solemn, yet relieved look...
The raging fire quickly engulfed the man, and Qing'er immediately screamed, "No! Run! Get out of here!"
Qing'er covered her head, waving her hands frantically as if she were going mad—
Upon seeing this, Mo Chen was so frightened that he took a few steps back. "What...what's wrong with her?"
"Don't worry, she's just trapped in the cycle of illusions I set up. Although she can't fully recover, this is the best way for her to quickly activate her Xuanhuo Body." Mo Han sat to the side and drank tea as if nothing had happened.
"Ah, okay." Mo Chen glanced at Qing'er with some concern.
Soon after, Qing'er had no strength left to struggle and lay motionless on the ground as if she were dead.
Mo Chen pointed at Qing'er and exclaimed, "She's not dead, is she?!"
Mo Han nodded. "She is indeed dead. She died in her previous life."
Just as Mo Chen was looking puzzled, Mu Qing, who was covered in sweat, suddenly sat up, startling Mo Chen so much that he hid behind Mo Han and almost shouted "She's come back to life!"
Qing'er opened her eyes, a flash of understanding and realization crossing her gaze.
She looked up with a horrified expression, staring at Mo Chen and the other man. "Who...who am I?"
Mo Chen closed his eyes, and all the memories Mu Qing had just recalled merged into his mind. Anger, sadness, loneliness, pain—all these emotions were perceived by Mo Chen. He looked up at this charming girl, yet with an inherent arrogance, and sighed, saying:
"You are Mu Qing, the Fire Fox of the Red Fox Clan, and also Su Daji, the legendary enchantress! I never imagined you would have such a fate in your first life! Even though you severed the ties of your past life, it is truly remarkable that you still have the Xuanhuo (Mysterious Fire) protecting you in this life!"
"Master, you...you can see my memories?" Qing'er asked with a curious expression.
Mo Han nodded. "Okay."
Suddenly, Qing'er remembered the white-robed man from her memory, and a strange sense of dependence arose within her. She asked urgently, "Master, do you know who that white-robed boy in my memory is? Why... do I have no memory of him at all?"
Sensing Qing'er's aggrieved feelings, Mo Han frowned slightly, his expression turning serious as he coldly said, "As your master, I must remind you of one thing: my disciple must not have any emotions or desires!"
Qing'er was stunned. "What? I, I didn't, I didn't..."
Mo Han took out a red token, which was now flashing red light, and said coldly, "If you have any secrets or betrayals, it will flash. You had better not deceive me!"
"I...I..." Qing'er lowered her head and dared not say anything more.
Mo Han glared at Qing'er and said, "Fine, considering you're still young and inexperienced, I won't ask too much of you. However, I really hate the barbarians right now, and you are a barbarian, so you must stand on my side!"
Qing'er was taken aback and quickly nodded, "Yes, yes! Qing'er is naturally on the same side as Master."
"Even so, the Grand Strategist's mission still needs to be completed!" Qing'er thought to herself.
Mo Han squinted at Qing'er with a furious expression. "Don't think I don't know your plan! I know all your memories, even your thoughts! You must delay the matter of killing Wang Qiankun, which the Grand Strategist ordered!"
Qing'er was stunned. "Huh? Master, you can even hear my thoughts?!"
Mo Han's serious expression was an admission of consent.
Qing'er blinked and thought, "If I see or hear anything embarrassing in the future, will Master know about it too?!"
Mo Han's face immediately flushed slightly, and she glared at him fiercely, "You, what are you thinking, you little brat!"
Qing'er was startled and immediately lowered her head. "Cough, no, it's nothing. I understand, Master. I won't do anything to betray our sect!"
As she spoke, she secretly chuckled to herself, "Hehe, I didn't expect Master to blush!"
Mo Han frowned, growing impatient, and simply waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright! Go back and keep an eye on that Xian'er. Report to me immediately if she has any plans!"
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