Now that the ending of her and Jiang Zhige has not yet come out, she has no courage to defend Jiang Zhige, nor any reason to defend Jiang Zhige.

Qu Yun felt cold in his heart. Jiang Zhige had clearly killed Nangong Rou's biological father, but when he questioned her, Nangong Rou still hesitated.

Even though Nangong Rou did not defend Jiang Zhige in the end, Qu Yun still felt a little unhappy.

Is Jiang Zhige's feelings for her really that important?

Mo Ziyan sighed softly upon hearing the voice, and turned away from looking at Nangong Rou.

"Xiao Rou, is this your answer?"

Mo Ziyan felt like she hated him for not fighting back, and even felt jealous.

Perhaps Jiang Zhige later degenerated into a demon, slaughtering people and being tyrannical and cruel, but he did regard Nangong Rou as someone more important than his own life.

In Mo Ziyan's opinion, it doesn't matter if others blame Jiang Zhige, except Nangong Rou.

Didn't Nangong Rou ever wonder why Jiang Zhige fell into the devil? And for whom did he fall into the devil? After witnessing Jiang Zhige's memory, Mo Ziyan believed that he chose to fall into the devil's way for Nangong Rou.

But Nangong Rou did not think about understanding Jiang Zhige, nor did she protect Jiang Zhige. Instead, she chose to forget the years of life and death together, and helped Qu Yun and his group to join forces to kill Jiang Zhige.

"Jiang Zhige, if you had been so kind to me back then, why would I be your enemy today?"

Mo Ziyan clenched her fists. She admitted that she was jealous. She was jealous that Nangong Rou could be cared for so unreservedly by Jiang Zhige.

Back then, Mo Ziyan was clearly Jiang Zhige's apprentice, but it was a luxury for her to even see Jiang Zhige's smile, let alone receive the same care as Nangong Rou.

After the Tiansha incident, a year passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Zhige did not covet the demonic energy given by Tiansha, but instead focused on the Tianyun Pavilion's skills.

Even so, with the help of Tiansha, his cultivation speed is still far beyond before.

In just one year, Jiang Zhige had reached the mid-stage of Lingwu cultivation, but he knew that a sudden increase in his cultivation would arouse suspicion within the sect, so he only showed his Blood Training Stage cultivation to the outside world.

As for Nangong Rou's confession to Jiang Zhige in the mind-controlling illusion, he didn't care too much about it.

Because in Jiang Zhige's view, it was just an illusion deliberately created by Tiansha. How could a sister who was closer than a biological sibling like him as a brother? In Zhaixing Peak, Jiang Zhige worked in the medicine garden as usual.

"Boy, a year has passed and you have been exposed to a lot of demonic energy. How come you haven't changed at all?"

Tiansha was more and more surprised. Although Jiang Zhige had not yet directly practiced magic skills, his demonic energy had already penetrated into Jiang Zhige's body and mixed with Jiang Zhige's spiritual power. Jiang Zhige did not change at all.

Tiansha knows many powerful people who have achieved great success in cultivating magic, but no matter how firm their wills are or how solid their magic hearts are, they will still be affected to some extent.

For example, murderous or lustful thoughts may be magnified, or one’s temperament may become violent.

However, a year passed and Jiang Zhige seemed as if nothing had happened and was still cheerful every day.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm not you. Just be content with what you have."

Jiang Zhige curled his lips. Even though he received a lot of help from Tiansha, he still had no good feelings towards this monster.

Because Jiang Zhige still doesn't know what Tiansha's purpose is, he can only be on guard all the time and dare not rely too much on Tiansha's power.

"Show some respect. Technically speaking, I am half your master."

Tiansha didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. It was the first time in his life that he heard of cultivating magic being contented with what one has.

Over the past year, Jiang Zhige simply treated Tiansha as a warehouse. When needed, he would take away some of the magic energy to enhance his strength, and ignore it when not needed. He had no intention of practicing magic at all.

Tiansha tried every means to tempt Jiang Zhige, but Jiang Zhige's temperament has not changed at all, and he has no desire to become stronger. He is really like a salted fish.

Although this made Tiansha very impatient, it was also a good thing. If Jiang Zhige was not affected by the evil spirit and only regarded it as a kind of power, it would prove that he could go further in the path of evil.

Chaos monsters are stronger than demon cultivators at the same level because they are not affected by demonic energy and will only continuously improve themselves.

It is also possible that the Chaos Monsters themselves are very violent, and the source of the evil spirit also comes from them.

Jiang Zhige's movements of picking the spiritual herbs were slightly delayed, and he said in a cold voice: "Take back what you said, I only have one master, and you are just an outsider who made your own decisions."

"You mean that Yao Qianji? Let alone the past, I can slap him to death right now."

Tiansha was very disdainful. With just the Yuanhai realm, he was not qualified to be compared with him at all.

Jiang Zhige's face turned even colder when he heard this, and he had the urge to beat Tiansha violently. Unfortunately, Tiansha lived in his body, and he had never seen Tiansha's entity, so it was impossible for him to touch him.

"Brother, the master asked us to come over!"

Just as Jiang Zhige was preparing his words and preparing to greet Tiansha, a familiar voice was heard outside the medicine garden.

Jiang Zhige could only retract his anger, stood up and looked at Nangong Rou.

He saw Nangong Rou, wearing a light blue short skirt, running towards him skippingly.

"Rou'er, did the master tell us what to do?"

Jiang Zhige sighed inwardly that Nangong Rou was fifteen years old this year and had become more and more graceful.

Although he sees his sister every day, he never gets tired of looking at her, as if she is the most beautiful girl in the world.

Noticing Jiang Zhige's gaze, Nangong Rou felt a little excited. She temporarily put aside what Yao Qianji had told her to do and walked up to Jiang Zhige to show him around.

Nangong Rou blinked her eyes and asked expectantly: "Brother, do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Beautiful, of course."

Jiang Zhige didn't think much about it and nodded without hesitation.

Nangong Rou felt that the words were a bit perfunctory and frowned in dissatisfaction.

She thought for a moment, then suddenly straightened her breasts which were just beginning to develop, and asked with a smile, "So, brother, what do you think of my figure?"

"Rou'er! Your actions are so indecent!"

Jiang Zhige said this, but his face, which should have been serious, turned a little hot.

To be honest, although Nangong Rou is only fifteen years old, she has developed well and has already taken shape.

Jiang Zhige was only seventeen years old, at the age of full of vigor and vitality, how could he withstand such an action by Nangong Rou? Looking at Nangong Rou in front of him, Jiang Zhige suddenly remembered his experience in the mind-controlling illusion.

At that time, Nangong Rou said that she liked him and wanted to get married.

If Nangong Rou really thought so, then how should Jiang Zhige answer Nangong Rou?

Reject? Not likely. Even without any other feelings, it would be difficult for Jiang Zhige to reject Nangong Rou.