Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Chapter 187 It's not a possession, it's not an invasion



Chapter 187 It's not a possession, it's not an invasion

Mu Yunzhong sat opposite her every day after that. Apart from practicing, he stabbed her with his sword every day as he said.

Without treatment, her blood was almost gone. In the dark hall, it was so quiet that one could hear the sound of blood dripping onto the ground.

Without the eyes and ears of the immortals, Mu Yun could finally use the power of the Dustless Pearl unscrupulously. Combined with the fourth level of the Dustless Art and the demon pill provided by Qinglan, he broke through at the fastest speed.

He became the only lower-level disciple of Sanyuan Sect, but in this way. A completely different aura appeared on his body, his aura was no longer pure, and even began to become complicated and chaotic.

A dangerous cold light flashed in the slowly opened phoenix eyes, and a gloomy aura instantly swept over his whole body, even becoming the background color of his eyes.

In the silent dark hall, there was the sound of chains shaking Bai Wangshu's body. She was almost unable to hold on. If she had not been hanging by the chains, she would have collapsed to the ground.

After standing up, Mu Yunzhong slowly walked to Bai Wangshu and looked down at her as if he was looking at a prey.

"How does it feel to be living a life worse than death? How does it feel?"

Bai Wangshu drooped her eyelids and was too weak to look up. She could only see the clothes on him. Although they both had red elements, they were much cleaner than the red on her.

After being locked up here for too long, the clothes sticking to my body have already given off an indescribable stench.

"It's not good..." She replied calmly, swallowing her dry throat, "So please, let me go..."

A look of surprise flashed across his cold eyes, and he chuckled wickedly, "Did I hear correctly? Is the high and mighty Third Elder of the Sanyuan Sect begging for mercy from the person she regards as a slave?"

"Yes!"

She replied affirmatively, her weak voice reaching his ears bit by bit, "I know your hatred is hard to erase, so you should keep me and torture me, so that you can repay me for what I have done to you over the years..."

He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. He could never have imagined that she would say such a thing.

"I have spent my whole life in resentment and selfishness, and I owe many people because of it. If I die like this, I will never have the chance to atone for my sins..." Her speech became slower and slower, and her voice became weaker and weaker, almost inaudible.

Mu Yunzhong's eyes were deep and he stared at her closely, as if he wanted to see through her.

"Do you think that if you say that, I will really let you go?" Mu Yunzhong's voice was tinged with sarcasm. He had never seen this side of Bai Wangshu.

Just a few stabs and a few holes left her like this.

"Mu Yunzhong, you can kill me, but just think of it as a sacrifice for the pain you've suffered over the years. Don't let me die so easily..."

"I know I'm dying... If you really hate me, you shouldn't let me die like this, because death will only bring me relief..."

Her breath was fading away, and she had one last word.

"I have a pill on me that can gather energy and calm the soul, and treat both the inside and the outside. As long as you have a breath left, you can survive... If you regret it..."

She didn't finish her words after all.

Before people become confused, they will always see the most important people and things in their lives.

At that moment, what she saw was not Mu Xingzhi, nor Ye Nanzhu, but herself in Sanyuan Sect, free and easy, brilliant and bright.

She saw herself at the last moment.

She stood in the square in front of the main hall of the mountain gate, instructing a group of disciples in white and blue robes to practice swordsmanship.

Gu Qingman was still looking for trouble with her as before, "Bai Wangshu, why do you want to snatch everything? I was obviously the one who took a fancy to these disciples first."

Xing Mingzi, who had just returned to the mountain, was grabbed by her sleeve as soon as he arrived. "Second Senior Brother, please judge for yourself. Although Third Senior Sister has a higher cultivation level than me, she is not as good as me in teaching the disciples. These disciples are obviously promising talents. If they follow her, they will only practice hard. Isn't it a waste of time?"

Hearing Gu Qingman's complaints, Xing Mingzi didn't dare to say anything. He pretended to be deaf and dumb and took out a herb to introduce it, saying: "Oh, Junior Sister, you don't know, the spiritual herb I found this time is a mother herb with a well-developed root system. If you plant it in the back mountain, it will grow from one herb to a bushel in a few years."

Xing Mingzi said it was an introduction, but while she was talking, she was walking towards the back mountain.

Gu Qingman was left alone, and he shouted, "Second Brother! If you keep pretending to be deaf and dumb, I will pull out all the grass on the hill behind you."

Her voice not only called out Xing Mingzi, but also Cang Shuzi.

"Fourth Junior Sister, becoming a disciple requires mutual consent. This time, I can testify that Third Junior Sister did not intentionally compete with you for her, but they chose her on their own. Moreover, cultivation itself is a hard work, so how can there be any speed or length?"

"Senior Brother, even you are on her side." Gu Qingman shouted coquettishly and stamped her feet in anger.

Pointing at Bai Wangshu, he threatened, "Bai Wangshu, one day, I will prove to everyone that I am stronger than you."

Gu Qingman was so angry that she jumped up and down, but Bai Wangshu just kept laughing at her. Why didn't she realize before that her junior sister was actually quite cute.

"Fourth Junior Sister." She called her softly, with a long-lost smile in the corners of her eyes, "In fact, you are already better than me."

Gu Qingman was stunned for a moment, staring at her blankly. Bai Wangshu continued, "In this life, you have been stronger than me for twenty years... or even longer..."

Bai Wangshu's eyes were already blurred with tears after she said this. As the deacon elder, she had to fulfill her last duty for the Sanyuan Sect. She could die, but this body could not.

Her voice resounded in the boundless ocean of heart, ethereal and firm.

No matter who you are, no matter what the ending is?

I, Bai Wangshu, voluntarily hand over my body to the lonely soul Jiang Tingwan.

It's not about taking possession of one's body.

Not an invasion.

But a sacrifice.

If Jiang Tingwan's arrival is a chance for Mu Yun to be reborn, then isn't it the same for Sanyuan Sect?

She finally understood the meaning of her existence. She wanted to protect Sanyuan Sect. This was her chance to get a glimpse of the secrets of heaven.


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