Chapter 142 You Don't Deserve It
"……elder sister?"
Linghu Zhuoyu's long eyelashes trembled as he watched in bewilderment as Mu Jianjian slowly ran closer to him, murmuring softly.
Sister...is she not dead?
So what is he doing now?
Linghu Zhuxu finally got a chance to catch her breath in the battle. She clutched her chest and retreated. Due to excessive blood loss, her face was pale and her skin was almost transparent, with the blood vessels under her pores clearly visible.
She chuckled softly, watching Linghu Zhuoyu, whose demonic aura had stalled, and then used the light and shadow of her divine sense to quickly approach the dazed boy. A figure then blocked their path.
"Clang, clang, clang—"
Using a hairpin as a blade, the divine consciousness that had merged into the night sky was swiftly severed, and the figure was revealed in full during the pause.
The girl, dressed in ordinary clothes, looked at her with a calm expression and cold eyes.
Linghu Zhuxu clapped her hands, licked the blood from her lips and swallowed it all, her expression full of surprise. "You? You're the woman he brought into the inner city, aren't you?"
This is the first time Mu Jianjian has met Linghu Zhuxu.
The woman wore a pink dress and a gold hairpin. Even during the battle, she did not remove the ornament with obviously old tassels from her head. Her expression was innocent and naive. When she asked her a question, there was no hostile intent, yet she appeared extremely eerie in this scene.
Mu Jianjian shielded the semi-conscious Linghu Zhuoyu behind her.
The boy had originally fallen into demonic ways. Although he stopped his demonic aura after she interrupted him, he fell into a coma due to the reversed flow of his meridians. In addition, he had many wounds on his body. If he did not use his true energy to clear them in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"It must be you!" Looking at the girl standing in front of the boy, Linghu Zhuxu clapped her hands excitedly, like a child who had found candy, immersed in her own world. "Then it seems my divine sense guide didn't work on you. Hmm... who could it be?"
While the other person was speaking, Mu Jianjian secretly stuffed some pine root into the boy's mouth, and then took the boy's icy cold hand and began to use her true energy to soothe his meridians.
“It’s Shen Ningyu, isn’t it!” Linghu Zhuxu asked herself, her eyes narrowing into slits. “She deserves it.”
Mu Jianjian did think Shen Ningyu deserved it, but she was still surprised by Linghu Zhuxu's attitude.
Shen Ningyu was on her side, and the matter, which could have been resolved with a flick of her finger, was completely ignored.
“You just shouted ‘No!’ Why? He almost killed me,” Linghu Zhuxu twisted her body, swaying her blood-stained robe, unusually curious. “Did you feel sorry for me? After all, I also feel so pitiful.”
“No, you don’t deserve it,” Mu Jianjian said clearly, “you don’t deserve to dirty his hands.”
She was terrified. She rushed over in a panic and, upon seeing the scene, her heart nearly stopped.
Because she realized that "Miss Linghu" didn't exist at all in the original storyline—
Is it possible to speculate that in the original story, after Linghu Zhuoyu dissipated his father's soul, he killed his mad mother and became the paranoid and gloomy person described in the book?
She wouldn't allow it.
She couldn't allow such a good person like Linghu Zhuoyu to end up like that.
Linghu Zhuxu deserves to die, and it should be done by an outsider like her.
"You're the first person to talk to me like that." Linghu Zhuxu curled her lips and beckoned with her hand. The moment a phantom appeared, Mu Jianjian felt her consciousness tremble and was almost squeezed out of her brain.
She was panting and sweating profusely, and she raised her mental awareness to the highest level.
That's terrifying!
Her consciousness almost left her body; if it had, she would have been in a similar state to Shen Ningyu!
"Huh? Your mental strength is quite strong." Linghu Zhuxu's interest was piqued, and his gloomy expression made it seem as if he were teasing a dying animal. "You are the first Foundation Establishment cultivator to be able to evade my divine sense."
Mu Jianjian's right pupil shimmered with gold, but she remained silent.
This was the first time she had met someone like this, capricious yet insanely obsessive. Ignoring the other person's answer, she looked up, her eyes filled with undisguised questioning, "Why did you kill Linghu Zhuoyu?"
He is her biological son.
How much pain must Yu Yu be in?
In Mu Jianjian's heart, Linghu Zhuoyu is still the same soft and sweet boy she first met in the secret realm. He was tricked when he teamed up with others, and she saved him once, yet he still affectionately calls her "sister."
He gives his heart to those who are good to him without reservation, largely because of his abnormal, even perverse, family.
“I never need a reason to kill someone,” Linghu Zhuxu shrugged, as if she had suddenly found some kind of wicked amusement. “But the person you’re protecting killed his own father. Aren’t you afraid?”
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