She thought she had formed a cooperative relationship with Mu Yingshan in the first instance.
Then everyone could be happy and get through the dungeon together, and I even felt a little touched.
Unexpectedly, this guy has already disrupted the balance between them since the second instance started. Cheap sentimentality is indeed unacceptable.
But... something's a bit strange...
A fleeting thought flashed through Yuan Qingli's mind.
Before I could think it through, a scorching scent carrying a faint lotus fragrance quietly arrived.
The cold blade pressed against Yuan Qingli's beautifully shaped chin, devoid of any ambiguous flirtation or romantic escapades, leaving only the chilling presence of death.
Yuan Qingli's chest heaved, her pale, bloodless lips parted slightly: "Destroy......"
Before her barely audible voice could finish, Mu Yingshan roared in despair:
"Why was I born a villain? Why was my fate predetermined from the start? Why am I the only one who can't have the one I love? Why can they all betray me..."
His voice was filled with the sound of weeping blood and tears, and his dark eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and resentment.
It also carried a deep sense of despair, a feeling of utter helplessness.
Yuan Qingli is panicking. She sympathizes with Mu Yingshan, but she sympathizes even more with herself.
If his hand had trembled again, he would have lost his life.
What's even more hateful is that, because of his cheap sympathy, he uttered two words, and now he has a sword pressed against his throat, unable to utter a sound anymore.
Yuan Qingli looked down on herself while reaching out and groping around, trying to find some tools to alleviate her current predicament.
Ideally, there should be some heavy object that could knock Mu Yingshan unconscious with a single blow.
Just now, I don't even know where I lost my water glass.
The more Yuan Qingli touched it, the heavier her heart became; there was nothing there.
This floor is so clean!
Don't panic...
Think of something else that can make this guy behave.
Verbal attacks, platitudes? Or a pitiful act?
Forget it, she can barely speak herself these days.
good?
By the way, the animals I saw at the zoo today were so well-behaved. I wish Mu Yingshan were like them.
Hey! Yuan Qingli suddenly realized something, quickly reached into her pocket, and stuffed two rose petals into Mu Yingshan's mouth.
Although the rose petals may have been tainted by the stench of horseshoes, animal droppings, touched by the breeze, and soaked by the rain.
What a coincidence! These are flower petals, the essence of nature! How wonderful!
That sword immortal got off easy.
This simple action exhausted all of Yuan Qingli's strength.
If nothing else works, then I can only lament my fate.
She was also very curious that, despite her weakness, she had made such a big movement, yet her chin hadn't bled and she only felt a slight chill.
Yuan Qingli made the right bet.
After the rose petals touched Mu Yingshan's cool, soft lips, a small wisp of black energy, formed from his malevolent aura, flew out from between his brows and dissolved into the air.
Two seconds...
Five seconds...
Six seconds later, Mu Yingshan's eyes darkened, and he sneered, "I advise you to forget everything that just happened."
Yuan Qingli nodded. She hadn't received the five-hundred-year-old Lotus Elixir yet, and she didn't dare to retort.
As if to say something obvious, Mu Yingshan added, "That's not me, it's just a demon in my heart."
This was probably to shut Yuan Qingli up.
Mu Yingshan generously donated a 500-year-old Lotus Clear Pill.
Yuan Qingli is looking forward to the feeling of being fully revived.
But she waited and waited, and the feeling of ease and comfort never came.
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