You are planning something evil: Don’t come here, my yandere disciple.

Jun Huaixiu was pointed at by a sword, but he did not panic at all. He asked: "Uncle, tell me, what have I done?"

Mo Qi looked down at his unfocused pupils and said, "You usually hang out in various sects under the pretext that you like to look at beauties. You should know what you do."

Jun Huaixiu suddenly laughed when he heard this: "You doubt me just because of this junior uncle? Junior uncle, do you think those people who are in civil strife in the sect are caused by me?"

"You really think highly of me." Jun Huaixiu said: "Among those who are in civil strife, there are also their leaders and elders. Do you think I can control them?"

Mo Qi didn't say anything. Jun Huaixiu alone couldn't do this.

"Then how do you explain the leader's coma?" Mo Qi pressed a little harder against Jun Huaixiu's sword: "The last message he sent me was your name."

It's just that he was haunted by a monster and couldn't escape.

If this were not the case, he would not let the leader be harmed by the man in front of him.

"Is that so?" Jun Huaixiu stretched out his hand to push away his sword, and then said calmly: "But I didn't hurt the leader."

"Uncle Junior, look at me like this," Jun Huaixiu pointed at his eyes and said, "I did it to protect the leader from his injuries."

"Our friendship has lasted so many years, little uncle, don't you believe me?"

Mo Qi looked at his gray eyes, and after a while, he put away his sword.

……

Supernatant.

At night, everything is silent.

After a busy day, everyone was very tired. Yun Feiyi lay on the bed and fell asleep heartlessly, but Jiang Suiwan was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

The major sects are in civil strife, the head elders and disciples are missing one after another, Pei Shujin is resurrected, the third junior brother's old illness has relapsed, the senior brother cannot come out of seclusion, and the news just received about the new mysterious white-robed man...

Piles of things are tangled together in a mess, making people feel uneasy.

Moreover, Shen Qi also chased Pei Shujin and left. He didn't know what the situation was now and whether he was safe.

Xiao Qi was lying aside. When he saw this, he asked him: "What is the host worried about?"

Jiang Suiwan simply told Xiao Qi all his worries.

Xiaoqi thought for a moment and said, "It's okay. If you encounter a problem, just find a way to solve it."

"As for Shen Qi," Xiao Qi looked at Jiang Suiwan and said, "The host doesn't have to worry about him. Apart from Ye Qingyang, almost no one in this world can kill him."

In fact, even Ye Qingyang couldn't kill people easily, and now Ye Qingyang couldn't beat Shen Qi at all.

"Xiao Qi is right." Jiang Suiwan touched its furry head: "No matter what mood I use to face the problems, those problems are there and will not disappear. Instead of worrying and agitating, it is better to calm down. Let’s think about the solution carefully.”

As for Shen Qi... Although Shen Qi will not die, what if? What if he meets one of the few people in the world who can hurt him?

Moreover, although he is a demon and a little pervert, he is still a mortal body after all, and it will hurt when he is injured.

But he didn't want to see Shen Qi hurt, nor did he want him to feel pain.

Jiang Suiwan thought and closed his eyes. Since he couldn't sleep, he should think about what to do next, so he reorganized what happened these days in his mind.

Also unable to sleep like him was Li Su.

In fact, Li Su often couldn't sleep because he was always woken up by pain, so he always looked sick and didn't get a good rest.

Even now that he has become an elf, the pain still lingers, it is engraved on the soul.

Li Su once thought mockingly to himself that nothing would stay with him forever, but this soul-rending pain tortured him day and night, never absent.

It's funny.

He curled up on the bed, with his head empty, and his translucent elf body was invaded by Sanskrit and turned into gold.

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling him.

"Lisu, Lisu..."

The voice kept calling him, starting from a soft tone and gradually becoming more and more unrestrained.

"Lisu, Lisu, Lisu..."

Who? Howling in the middle of the night? ! It's not over yet, Li Su is a little annoyed.

But soon, his annoyance was gone, because the man said:

"Good boy, do you want to get rid of these Sanskrit words on you?"

The man's voice was gentle and doting in his ears: "I can help you."

"Really?" Li Su was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes: "I don't believe it."

How could this person do something that even his master, the majestic Immortal Lord Xuanji, couldn't do?

Li Su opened his eyes with difficulty, but he still saw a familiar room in front of him, empty.

There is no one there. Could it be an hallucination caused by the pain?

"I can help you."

"I know you are not willing to give in."

It wasn't an illusion, the man's voice rang out again: "You want to become stronger and pick up the sword again. You are obviously the proud man of heaven, but in the end you turned into such a sick man living a low life."

"You don't want to be a burden to the division, you want to protect them."

"You don't want to die, you want to wait for the snow demon sleeping in the snowfield to wake up again."

"You want to practice, you want to become stronger, you want to live well, but you are about to die. These are just your delusions."

"Shut up!" Li Su's face darkened, "How did you know about Ashue?"

That voice dragged his consciousness into darkness. Soon, countless golden lights lit up, and someone walked out of the golden light, wearing a white robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Why do I know about Ashue's existence?"

"Because I have always existed," the man floated over like a ghost and gently tapped his chest: "In your heart."

The years of pain on his body dissipated under the movements of the man in white robes. Without the burning pain in his meridians and the tearing pain in his soul, his body rarely became lighter, and his scarred soul found a rare moment of tranquility.

Li Su looked at the man in white robe.

The man in white robe seemed to be looking at him, and he wrapped himself around him affectionately. He gently pinched Li Su's neck and said in his ear: "I know all your unwillingness and all your pain."

"I have always been with you." The man in white robe said, "There is no one in the world who understands you better than me."

"I wanted to take you away, but you didn't want to, so I had to take the puppet away."

Hearing this, Li Su became extremely flustered, but he quickly suppressed the panic: "Who are you?!"

"You will know later." The man in white robe looked at his pale face and said, "Now, let's make a deal."

"I can help you realize any wish, including having these Sanskrit words completely stripped from your soul."

Li Su was silent for a long while, and the man in white robe also waited patiently.

After a while, Li Su slowly asked: "What are the conditions?"

"I want you to cooperate with me and kill someone."

Li Su: "Who?"

"Shen Qi."