Xue Ran didn't look at Guan Yueyue kneeling down. He looked at Feng Guang, a dazzling smile playing on his lips. "Feng Guang, if you don't like them, then I'll kill them. Then you won't hold a grudge against me, okay?"
His voice had an irresistible magic. In the past, whenever she heard him speak in that tone, Feng Guang would always give in. But now, a chill spread from her heart to her whole body.
She forced out a sentence through her teeth, "Xue Ran... Guan Yueyue is your most beloved disciple..."
But he said he was going to kill her?
“Master…” Guan Yueyue could only utter two words in disbelief.
"Yueyue is indeed my favorite disciple." Xue Ran said tenderly, "But she is not important. If sacrificing her can make you smile, it is not a bad thing. As for glory, anyone but you can be sacrificed."
When he finished speaking, he glanced at Qingyu beside Fengguang.
Guan Yueyue sat on the ground, completely drained of strength.
Feng Guang's body stiffened. She grabbed Qing Yu's hand and pulled him behind her, a protective gesture. Qing Yu felt the pain; his hand was almost scratched raw by Feng Guang, but he didn't make a sound.
Xue Ran smiled slightly, "I see. So Fengguang prefers Qingyu to me?"
"Like?" Feng Guang found his voice. "How much of what you said about liking me was true?"
"Nature is all true."
"Xue Ran, do you take me for a three-year-old? You killed my family, and now you're telling me your feelings for me are real. You even killed the disciple you raised yourself. What reason do I have to believe you now?"
"Fengguang, you have to believe me, I would never hurt you."
"Yes, after you killed my father, after you killed everyone in my Broken Sword Pavilion, you told me you wouldn't hurt me?" Her tears finally streamed down her face uncontrollably. "Even if you wanted to lie to me, couldn't you at least come up with a convincing reason?"
Xue Ran released Nangong Li, who collapsed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Guan Yueyue immediately crawled over to check on him, but Xue Ran ignored them and walked towards Feng Guang. "I've never lied to you. I just chose not to tell you some things. You'll be happier not knowing these things, won't you?"
He approached step by step, while Feng Guang retreated step by step. "Tell me, did you really give the order to massacre the Sword Breaker Tower?"
"Yes," Xue Ran readily admitted, then asked, puzzled, "Feng Guang, you are you, your father is your father. He's dead, but I'm here with you. Why are you so sad?"
"Why? Ha..." She suddenly wanted to laugh, "Xue Ran, do you think that since my father is dead and it has nothing to do with me, I can still be your husband with a clear conscience?"
With nowhere left to retreat from the glory, Xue Ran finally managed to grab Qingyu's hand and pull her into his arms as they leaned against the trunk of a peach tree. Under his gaze, Qingyu dared not approach. She had never seen her master look at her like that before; that look... was like looking at a dead person.
Xue Ran lowered her head and whispered in Feng Guang's ear, "Xia Chao is your father. It's only natural that he would die before you. I just moved the time forward a little. We will live for a very long time. It's just the two of us. Even if the world changes and other couples are separated by death, we will still be together."
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