"Really? If we kill her in the Mirror Realm, wouldn't we be rid of a major threat?! Sigh! Love can be a dangerous thing. Even the Great Protector, who seems so shrewd, makes a mistake on this matter! He even gave orders not to let us kill her."
"Alas, even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman."
"How beautiful?" asked a burly, rugged-looking middle-aged ghost, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light that gave off an extremely unsettling feeling.
"It's probably the kind of beauty that even an old man like you, who has cultivated for thousands of years, wouldn't be worthy of carrying someone's shoes," another older ghost joked.
The burly demon, instead of being angry, laughed, his fleshy face contorted into a sinister and disgusting expression: "Oh? I actually like... beauties who, even after thousands of years of cultivation, wouldn't be worthy of carrying someone's shoes. The Great Protector only said he'd spare her life, right? Well then, I'll—"
The words came to an abrupt halt.
His eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively raised his hand to cover his throat, but blood continued to gush out from between his fingers: "Cough, cough—"
The burly demon vomited mouthfuls of blood, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. His already rugged face was twisted into an even more ferocious grimace by fear. He staggered a few steps, then collapsed to the ground, convulsing wildly before falling lifeless.
Black mist emerged from the seven orifices and dissipated in the wind.
It all happened so fast that they didn't even see how Liu Jinghong made his move.
The boy's face, covered by a mask, showed no emotion. The bloodstains around the edge of the jade fan in his hand bluntly and blatantly proclaimed his crime.
The crowd's surprised and uncertain gazes darted between Liu Jinghong and Chu Hongluan. Suddenly, someone shouted angrily, "Jade Bone Fan! He is Liu Jinghong!"
"Tsk."
Chu Hongluan clicked her tongue lightly, said no more, and slowly drew her sword.
The white cloth strips wrapped around the blade slipped off, and the black blade flashed with a chilling light under the moonlight.
"Chu! Hong! Luan!"
Someone shouted her name through gritted teeth.
"It seems I can't hide it anymore. But it's not a big problem. For the sake of my grand plan, I have no choice but to trouble you all to die first."
Before the words were even finished, the knife had already struck!
At the same time, Liu Jinghong's jade bone fan flew out, stirring up a burst of bloody light that shot into the sky!
Koting burst through the door! A large sword came hurtling towards him!
Killing someone is something that requires no skill.
In Chu Hongluan's hands, the knife seemed to come alive. It required no internal force to control; a mere flick of the wrist unleashed a torrent of energy! Sand and stones flew! The force was terrifying! In an instant, a vast expanse of dust was swept away!
This is the intent of the sword.
With a flick of her wrist, a flurry of lightning-fast blades, carrying a chilling killing intent, hurtled straight toward the face of the ghost.
The next instant, blood splattered everywhere!
How strange, a young lady who has never touched a knife or bled.
He kills without batting an eye.
She even felt a sense of pleasure.
It was as if it had truly come back to life.
Liu Jinghong was unusually silent tonight. His slender figure moved through the enemy like lightning. With each flick of his bone fan, he shredded layers of flesh and blood. Warm blood splattered onto his pale jawline, vying with his red lips, making him look like a demon in the dark.
This jade-bone fan is never as harmless as it appears, just like its owner.
If you press the mechanism on the fan shaft, the edge of the fan will be covered with fine, sharp blades, resembling shark serrations. When driven by internal force, it becomes like a meat grinder, and wherever it passes, it becomes a bloody hell.
He likes this fan.
Because he was a very wicked person to begin with.
Playing the fool to outwit the cunning was never a matter of circumstance, but rather a perverse and shameful pleasure. He relished the sound of flesh being shredded, the vibrant beauty of splattered blood, the sudden widening of his enemies' eyes in utter shock, and their faces contorted with fear and regret.
But what was his first thought when he committed the murder yesterday?
He didn't want her to see him looking like this, so he wanted to run away and hide.
It was as if his true self, which he had been painstakingly hiding, had suddenly been exposed to her, and he was afraid that she would be afraid of him or that she would stay away.
It was clear that he and she had only met a few times.
If we must establish a relationship, it's nothing more than that of allies or friends.
Could it be... that he's fallen for her?
Liu Jinghong killed almost numbly, but he couldn't help recalling the few times he had interacted with her.
When they first met, she kicked Prince Mo over, yet escaped unscathed, her unrestrained and decisive demeanor like the wildest wind of winter.
When they met again, she chased after the shadowy figure, and based on just a few of its muttered words, she almost completely exposed the cult. Bold, meticulous, intelligent, and quick-witted.
A few days ago, she twirled a knife beautifully in the street. Strangely enough, he actually felt that a knife was a perfect match for a young lady from a sheltered family.
Last night and this morning, she was wise and calm, gradually extracting the cult's secret codes and infiltrating the enemy's ranks to firmly establish herself as their leader, which is truly admirable.
He had to admit that a woman like Chu Hongluan was indeed radiant and breathtaking.
His heart was moved... which doesn't seem like a difficult thing to understand. But this feeling of being moved was more like a habit, always accompanied by a lingering sense of destiny.
It was something he couldn't bear to part with, even if it meant cutting off his own flesh and bones.
But the person she truly loved was not herself.
Thinking of this, his eyes grew even darker. A ghostly figure charged forward with a sword in hand. Liu Jinghong's lips curled into a cruel smile. He lunged forward, his bone fan flashing and slicing out the ghost's bloody heart from its chest!
He could feel Chu Hongluan's gaze fixed on him.
Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. If last night's killing was merely a slip of the tongue in the heat of the moment, then tonight, from the moment he lost control of his violent killing intent, everything was already beyond redemption.
Therefore, he dared not turn around, afraid of seeing fear or hatred in her eyes.
At the same time, his killing moves became increasingly brutal, showing a sense of desperation. Under the bone fan, not even a single intact corpse could be found.
Soon, he slaughtered all the evil spirits in the area.
Blood flowed like a river, and severed limbs littered the ground.
He stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, like a statue.
Chu Hongluan stretched, ripped off her mask, and shouted, "Wuhu! That's a wrap!"
In a single sentence, the heavy atmosphere shattered into dust.
She walked straight over and pulled him toward Ke Tinghe's bedroom: "Come in, everyone, let's have a little meeting and sort out today's new intelligence."
Liu Jinghong stared blankly at the back of her head, feeling a mix of emotions.
She seemed unaffected.
Perhaps she is indeed fearless, believing that being a little cruel is no big deal.
Perhaps she also had some feelings for him, which is why she was so tolerant of him.
Perhaps she didn't care at all, and just saw him as a passerby.
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