Chapter 87: Deliberate System: Today is also a difficult day for classes. ...
Jiang Zhaoyue hadn't spoken yet, as if he was considering the meaning of his words. Lian Yueqing didn't urge him, but just glanced at Jiang Qiying gently. Although there was no warmth in her eyes, she looked calm and unhurried.
At this point, things seem to have come to a conclusion.
Although Lin Bozhou didn't like Lian Yueqing, if she insisted on doing so, the master would definitely agree in the end - he would never be willing to truly reject Jiang Zhaoyue, no matter what the matter was.
Even Yueqing understood this.
He is just waiting for the final victory.
In the strange and silent atmosphere, it seemed that everyone had their own thoughts, yet there was a brief moment of peace.
The silence was unbearable.
Finally, seeing that they were silent, the Jinyang Sect Leader, who was standing aside and considered an outsider, pursed his lips slightly, cleared his throat, and said, "Since that's the case, Brother Lou and I will take our leave..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
The pupils in his eye sockets condensed and shrank in an instant, and then a heart-trembling shudder spread out.
Qin Ziyan's spiritual power suddenly rose, almost as an instinctive reaction, and the majestic aura instantly filled the entire banquet hall.
Not only him, Lou Xuanyin next to him had a similar reaction.
Only Lin Bozhou, after a moment of shock, immediately protected Jiang Zhaoyue. He pulled his disciples back a few steps, thought for a moment, and reluctantly included Jiang Qiying next to him in his protection.
In the center of his vision, in the slightly empty space, Lian Yueqing's pupils trembled violently. His lips were tightly pursed, but were forced to open in the next moment, and blood poured out of his mouth like a winding river.
Below the river, there was a sword blade that pierced through the skin and flesh of the chest and pierced out from the skeletal heart.
There was no trace of sharpness on the black sword blade, only thick blood flowing along the tip of the sword.
A little behind Lian Yueqing, there was a man with his eyes slightly lowered and half of his face covered in shadow, with almost no expression on his face.
He gripped the hilt of the sword in his right hand, exerted force with his wrist, and the sharp blade stirred in the flesh and blood, making a sticky sound that was creepy.
Lian Yueqing's chest was soon stained with blood, but he raised the corners of his lips. The blood flowed, and even his voice was a little unclear.
He just smiled.
"Fu Lanting, you are indeed the most cruel."
Even Jiang Zhaoyue had never seen that black sword before, because every time before, Master Qi Ling had never had the intention to kill.
At best, he would just give Lian Yueqing a beating, or at most, cut a few times on the face, causing serious injuries.
But this time is different.
He drew out his sword, but his face hidden in the shadows remained expressionless, without even that overwhelming murderous intent, only a suffocating silence.
Lian Yueqing staggered, covered his chest, half-knelt down, still smiling.
"A good sword."
Qin Zimo, who instinctively stimulated the fluctuation of spiritual power next to him, frowned slightly, but finally stepped forward quickly and supported Lian Yueqing.
He looked at the calm-faced man, his tone filled with fear.
"Fu Lanting, even without the Hundred Years' Alliance, the seven great immortal sects are of the same blood and blood, and you have passed."
Fu Lanting just stood there quietly, holding a blood-stained sword, his dark and calm eyes half-hidden like a black cloud.
The sound of blood dripping, accompanied by his voice, made people's hair stand on end.
"You're looking for death too."
The fear in Qin Ziyan's eyes grew stronger.
Even when it was one against two, the feeling of fear never left his heart.
No one knows what kind of person Fu Lanting is better than those who have been with him all the way.
"Master Fu, calm down, both of you."
Lou Xuanyin, who was watching nearby, finally spoke.
He didn't step forward to stop them, but instead offered a bit of advice: "No matter what, starting a war is never a good idea. Brother Fu, this is Young Friend Jiang's decision, not just Brother Lian Yue's."
It certainly sounded like an exhortation, but the meaning behind the words was somewhat unclear.
Lin Bozhou, who had taken a few steps back on the other side, also frowned and said, "If you want to fight, go outside and don't dirty my place."
When a few people spoke, the dead silent atmosphere seemed to finally come alive, but nothing changed for Fu Lanting.
He seemed to smile, but nothing seemed to have changed, except for the darkness in his eyes that was bottomless.
"It doesn't matter. Now that they're all dead, there's nothing to worry about."
Anyone who said this might just be threatening or venting their anger, but not Fu Lanting.
He really wanted to kill Lian Yueqing, unlike any other time before.
There is no majestic momentum, no surging spiritual energy, only the eerie silence and darkness.
The system's alarms blared in Jiang Zhaoyue's mind. It screamed, "Host, host, host, your uncle has turned evil. He's really turned evil. It's over, it's over. Does he want to kill everyone else?!"
However, the complete opposite of it is Jiang Zhaoyue.
She looked at Fu Lanting with a bit of fascination, and admired sincerely: "So strong, so beautiful, I really want to strip him naked like this and that."
system:"……"
He probably forgot that Jiang Zhaoyue had told it a long time ago that she admired strong men.
So instead of being worried at all, she even felt a long-lost interest.
The look in Fu Lanting's eyes seemed to have rekindled a passionate flame.
Of course, others don’t have such a good attitude.
Qin Ziyan supported Lian Yueqing and stood on his side, but this action did not make Fu Lanting feel afraid at all.
They were only a few steps apart, and almost instantly, Fu Lanting disappeared from Jiang Zhaoyue's sight. Qin Ziyan's face changed drastically, and a light flashed in his hand. He quickly raised his hand to block in a certain direction.
The silent black flashed across the crack in space that was torn apart in an instant.
Qin Ziyan was counterattacked by a force and couldn't control himself and fell back a little. Lian Yueqing, who was originally supported by him, had his eyes flashed slightly and disappeared in an instant.
The moment he left, the black blade passed by the place where he had just been, almost at the same time.
Qin Ziyan's face turned grim, and he immediately said to Lou Xuanyin, who was still watching the show, "What are you still watching? Help him! He's gone crazy and really wants to kill Lian Yueqing."
Lou Xuanyin's brows knitted together, a rare moment. He didn't attack, but simply advised, "How about... forget it and think about it again?"
It was obvious that he didn't want to help Lian Yueqing.
Qin Ziyan cursed silently and had to help himself.
With Jiang Zhaoyue's cultivation level, she couldn't see the trajectory of the fight clearly. She could only see the occasional cracks in space and more and more bloodstains on the ground.
The seven great immortal sects have unparalleled combat power. Compared to Jiang Qiying who is the best among the younger generation, his master is obviously the real best among the immortal sects.
There was silence in those flickering black cracks, with only Qin Ziyan's voice occasionally heard.
"Fu Lanting, are you really crazy? Do you know what consequences will result from the death of one of the seven great immortal sects?"
Perhaps because Fu Lanting didn't answer, he continued, "Lian Yueqing, you don't want to live anymore, right? She's just a woman. How can she be more important than your life? Don't insist on it."
Still no answer.
The supreme leader has all the power contained in himself. When they fight for life and death, they don’t use any earth-shattering or fancy moves, but only pure killing moves.
Jiang Zhaoyue couldn't see clearly, but Lin Bozhou beside her could obviously see the process of the battle. The master frowned slightly and spoke in a displeased tone.
"Two lunatics."
So she asked, "Is Master going to win?"
Lin Bozhou glanced at his disciple and answered truthfully: "It's not about winning, but Lian Yueqing will die today."
It's different from any other time before.
Jiang Zhaoyue lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, a smile suddenly appearing on her lips. She said gently, "Master, can you please obey me for a moment?"
"Um?"
Before Lin Bozhou could react to her meaning, he saw his disciples step out and approach the flashing black.
Jiang Zhaoyue seemed to sigh. She spoke, her voice rising slightly, "It was me who wanted to form a pact with Senior Lian Yue. It was me who invited him to Yunmiao Immortal Sect. Uncle Master, if you want to kill me, kill me."
Her words clearly carry more weight than anyone else's.
The flickering black finally stopped.
Fu Lanting, Lian Yueqing and Qin Ziyan reappeared in front of everyone.
Qin Ziyan's eyes were a little surprised, and there was a bit of scrutiny in his gaze when he looked at her. Obviously, although they had only been together for a short time, he didn't think that this was something Jiang Zhaoyue would say. If she liked Lian Yueqing so much, Lian Yueqing wouldn't have to do such a thing.
Lian Yueqing held his chest and frowned slightly.
Jiang Zhaoyue was clearly pleading for him and speaking for him, but he did not seem happy, and even looked a little gloomy.
There was nothing in Fu Lanting's eyes.
Or perhaps he hid those things deep down. From then on, his emotions, feelings, and impulses were buried along with Jiang Zhaoyue's words, leaving only his dark eyes.
He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, and his voice was like dead branches blown in winter.
"What did you say?"
Jiang Zhaoyue took a deep breath and said to him seriously, "I took the initiative. It was me who wanted to do this. It was me who made the decision. Why would Uncle-Master take his anger out on others? If he wanted to kill someone, why didn't he kill me?"
It was like dead silence.
These words are too hurtful, too profound, and too hard to accept.
Fu Lanting's gaze remained gloomy for a long time before he finally spoke in the dead silence.
His voice was so low it made one's heart tremble. "What am I to you?"
Jiang Zhaoyue looked away, his voice not cold, but rather grim: "What's the big deal? Didn't Master Uncle know this a long time ago?"
The whole hall was silent.
Even Qin Ziyan, who was watching from the sidelines, felt that these words were too heartless. He looked at Jiang Zhaoyue, then at Lian Yueqing who was still frowning, and felt that his mind was like a tangled mess, as if he was involved in other people's love, hate, and vengeance.
And after a long period of silence, a low laugh finally sounded.
Dry, mute, as if buried in darkness and watered with blood thousands of times.
Fu Lanting's laughter was clear and cold. After a few laughs, he returned to his expressionless look, but the darkness in his eyes was completely continuous.
"good."
The abrupt answer leaves people confused.
Lin Bozhou, who was standing behind Jiang Zhaoyue, instinctively felt that something was wrong. However, before he could protect his disciples behind him, he saw a thick shadow spreading out from around Fu Lanting.
He opened his arms and enveloped Jiang Zhaoyue like a pair of huge wings.
"I should have done this a long time ago."
"I'm so stupid."
Lin Bozhou's eyes widened, and he said sternly: "Fu Lanting——"
Without waiting for him to finish.
Fu Lanting hugged the woman in his arms, raised his eyes, and swept his dark eyes over everyone in the hall. With a cold and dark smile, he and Jiang Zhaoyue disappeared in the hall together.
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The author has something to say: Jiang Zhaoyue: (excitedly) Here it comes.
system:?
System: Your uncle must have done a lot of sins in his previous life before he met you.
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