The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Xie Ziye, who has transformed into a demon cultivator, is very powerful. Even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage might be killed by his sword.

However, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, he will be defeated by the power of money.

When more than ten ninth-grade talismans were thrown at Xie Ziye, he could only be knocked down miserably.

His white clothes were tattered, the wooden hairpin that tied his hair was broken, his long hair was scattered like ink, and his pale cheeks were stained with spots of blood.

The bright red teardrop mole at the corner of the eye, against the backdrop of blood, looks like she is crying.

He leaned against the ancient tree in Qingyun Garden, and the Farewell Sword pierced his shoulder, nailing him to the spot.

The culprit who caused all this walked slowly towards him, stood in front of him, and looked down at him.

Xie Ziye looked up.

His eyes were very special, perhaps because of his ice spiritual roots, there were tiny flashes of silver light in his dark pupils.

Ji Qingzhou looked at him and it was as if he was looking at a small sea of ​​stars.

Seeing her approaching, Xie Ziye slowly raised his hand and gathered demonic energy.

"Snapped."

Ji Qingzhou stepped on his hand, and with a "crack" sound, the hand bones broke and the evil spirit dissipated immediately.

Xie Ziye groaned.

"Thank you Ziye."

Ji Qingzhou's voice was calm, as always, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

Xie Ziye was a little dazed. He suddenly remembered that when he was in Liantianhai, Ji Qingzhou also used the same tone to invite him to dinner.

At that time, Ji Qingzhou had already guessed that he wanted to kill her.

"You never answer my questions, so I can only guess the answers myself."

Ji Qingzhou squatted down and looked straight into Xie Ziye's eyes.

The man's face showed no emotion, no pain from being severely injured, and no fear of death. His expression was indifferent, as if he were a fake person.

"Let me ask you, you have had so many adventures and obtained countless spiritual tools, elixirs, and spiritual stones over the years, but you never keep them with you. Why is that?"

This time, Ji Qingzhou did not wait for Xie Ziye's answer.

She asked herself and answered, "Because you will be possessed from time to time, and you may not be able to control yourself well every time you are possessed, so you dare not carry too good things with you. You are afraid that you are too strong, and if you cannot control yourself when you are possessed, you will kill someone you shouldn't kill."

Xie Ziye stared at Ji Qingzhou, his expression unchanged, as if what Ji Qingzhou said was just another person's business and had nothing to do with him.

He seemed to be mocking Ji Qingzhou's self-conceit with his silence.

"In the past ten years, you have designed countless encounters with me, but you never attacked me. It's not because you were not sure whether I recognized you or not, so you let me go, but because in so many encounters, I was weaker than you."

Ji Qingzhou looked at Xie Ziye without moving her eyes away. She spoke slowly but her tone was firm.

She said she was telling the answer she guessed.

But her expression seemed to be stating a fact that she had already determined.

"Because I am weaker than you, if you make a move, I will definitely die, so you don't make a move."

Ji Qingzhou said: "This time, you fought with me to the death, not because you were sure that I knew your identity as a demon cultivator, but because I had the key to the secret realm, the Mermaid Candle, which can control everything here. You believed that you could not defeat me, so you attacked."

"Thank you Ziye."

Ji Qingzhou called out Xie Ziye's full name again, "You are leading me to kill you."

Xie Ziye pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

His hands hanging on the ground were trembling slightly, and it was unclear whether it was because of pain or something else.

"last question."

Ji Qingzhou grasped the hilt of the Farewell Sword, "Xie Ziye, are you possessed by a demon?"

“…I told you.”

Xie Ziye's voice was hoarse: "My demonic energy is innate. I am not a special case like Liu Furuo. I am born a bad seed. I have killed countless people. My sins are unforgivable. Ji Qingzhou, you can't save me."

"So--"

Ji Qingzhou opened her lips and pulled out the Farewell Sword that had nailed Xie Ziye. Blood spurted out again, splashing onto the bamboo pattern on her robe.

Suffering the pain of flesh cutting once again, Xie Ziye only groaned. He heard Ji Qingzhou's question -

"Xie Ziye, what do you want me to do?"

Xie Ziye was slightly startled and looked up at Ji Qingzhou.

Ji Qingzhou held the Farewell Sword and looked down at him.

The woman's porcelain-white skin was stained with his blood, and her face, which looked like a fallen fairy, was even more solemn and murderous.

"kill me."

After Xie Ziye was absent-minded for a short time, his tone was as indifferent as before, but it contained a barely perceptible plea.

No matter how you pretend or deny before.

At this moment, he still acknowledged all of Ji Qingzhou's speculations about him.

Calm and embarrassed.

Xie Ziye seemed to be worried that Ji Qingzhou couldn't hear him clearly, so he repeated again: "Ji Qingzhou, kill me."

As Xie Ziye finished speaking, the sword broke through the air and turned into a stream of red-gold light, so dazzling that it blocked his vision.

He closed his eyes in the dazzling light.

"laugh."

The sound of the sword piercing through rang in his ears.

"Click."

Then, accompanied by the sound of the buckle falling, his neck felt cold.

Xie Ziye opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the Farewell Sword hanging beside him and embedded in the ancient tree.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his neck, and the cold collar locked him tightly.

Xie Ziye said in a cold tone: "Fellow Daoist Ji, what do you mean?"

"as you wish."

Ji Qingzhou withdrew his hand, looked at the black collar with red patterns on Xie Ziye's neck, and said slowly: "I am saving you."

Xie Ziye said in a deep voice: "What I said is, kill me."

"I heard it and I understood it."

Ji Qingzhou said: "So I saved you."

Xie Ziye gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I am saying one thing and thinking another?"

"Do not."

Ji Qingzhou said: "You really want me to kill you. I know it."

Xie Ziye looked at her in astonishment: "Then why did you——"

"Just like you wanted to kill me, you really meant it."

Ji Qingzhou squatted down and looked at him. "Your sincerity is all real. You didn't lie to me. But underneath your sincerity, there is a fainter voice that tells me another kind of sincerity."

Xie Ziye stared at her blankly, speechless for a moment.

"You sincerely wanted to kill me, but you met me again and again. You also joined forces with me to fight against the enemy during our training, and we depended on each other for life and death."

"You have had countless opportunities to kill me, but you let me go time and time again, because underneath your true desire to kill me, you also have a true desire to hope that I can kill you."

"So you wait day after day, hoping that I will become stronger and kill you when you make a move."

"Why do you want me to kill you so badly?"

Ji Qingzhou paused slightly.

She saw blood dripping on Xie Ziye's eyelashes, and Xie Ziye subconsciously squinted his eyes in discomfort.

Ji Qingzhou raised his hand and wiped away the drop of blood for him.

Xie Ziye turned aside, his dodging movement a little embarrassed.

Ji Qingzhou stared at the bloodstain on his fingertips, as if talking to himself, and with a bit of ruthlessness, he exposed the embarrassment that Xie Ziye had been trying to hide: "You are afraid that I will expose your identity as a demon cultivator, and you live in anxiety all day long. You hope that I will end the pain of you being torn between the identities of a demon cultivator and a righteous cultivator."

She stretched out her hand and hooked the cold collar with black background and red patterns on Xie Ziye's neck, forcing Xie Ziye to look directly at her.

"Xie Ziye, guess what this is?"