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

"Senior brother."

In front of the entrance to the Madman's Maze.

Ji Qingzhou walked to Shui Duchen's side.

Shui Duchen turned to look at her: "Are you done talking?"

Ji Qingzhou closed his eyes and then looked at Shui Duchen, "Brother, you have to go back alone."

Shui Duchen was startled, then asked, "Are you two going to look for Fellow Daoist Liu?"

Ji Qingzhou nodded: "Yes."

"Because Fellow Daoist Xie's secret technique for finding people cannot be revealed to outsiders?"

Shui Duchen guessed the reason immediately without asking.

Ji Qingzhou did not refute.

Shui Duchen saw that she agreed, although he still had doubts in his heart, but when he met her firm gaze, he knew that nothing he said would change her decision.

"I see."

Shui Duchen patted Ji Qingzhou's head and said, "You have been able to take responsibility for the choices you made a long time ago."

He will always protect his little junior sister.

But Junior Sister is not a child who needs protection all the time.

Shui Duchen believes in Ji Qingzhou.

"I'll go back to the front and wait for you."

Shui Duchen said: "Junior sister."

He paused, then said seriously: "Being on the front line, walking on the edge of life and death, I..."

"I hope you can be more selfish."

No, not just on the front lines.

I hope you can be selfish at all times.

In the turbulence of space, Shui Duchen almost had a cardiac arrest when he saw Ji Qingzhou cut the rope.

There is nothing wrong with the junior sister being loyal and righteous.

But Shui Duchen hopes that his junior sister can be more selfish.

This is his selfish desire as a senior brother and a relative.

You always hope that she is safe and happy.

Don’t we also hope that you can be safe?

Junior sister, I hope you will have a smooth and safe journey.

Shui Duchen handed a brocade bag to Ji Qingzhou, then turned and left.

Ji Qingzhou watched his back disappear from his sight, and still remembered the gentle yet complex look in Shui Duchen's eyes before he turned around.

She lowered her head and opened the brocade bag.

Inside was a folded amulet.

Ji Qingzhou's nose suddenly felt sore.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her surging emotions, put the amulet back into the brocade bag, and hung it around her waist.

Ji Qingzhou turned around, but Xie Ziye remained where he was, looking at her quietly.

Xie Ziye waited for a while, and when he saw that the turbulent emotions in Ji Qingzhou's eyes had calmed down, he spoke: "Shall we set off now?"

Ji Qingzhou suddenly said: "Xie Ziye, I can't make any promises to you."

Liu Furuo's evil spirit has not yet been completely eradicated and can only be dissipated bit by bit through eating.

She was still trying to find a way to seal the evil spirit in Xie Ziye.

How could Ji Qingzhou dare to say that she would be able to bring Xie Ziye back to his senses this time when he was possessed by the devil?

If this matter was really easy to solve, why would Xie Ziye struggle for more than 20 years?

"Friend Ji."

Xie Ziye’s voice rang out.

He stared at Ji Qingzhou and said calmly: "This is my own choice."

Ji Qingzhou pursed his lips.

Your own choice?

Is this choice really just for yourself?

"Friend Ji."

Xie Ziye did not give Ji Qingzhou time to hesitate. He closed his eyes and his voice gradually became low: "Next, I will gradually lose control of myself. Please, be sure to--"

"Always be alert to me."

Wisps of demonic energy emanated from Xie Ziye's body and lingered around him, like a thick fog, or like an invisible ferocious beast that would choose its prey, enveloping him.

The black mist penetrated into Xie Ziye's body little by little and disappeared without a trace.

Xie Ziye still stood there.

He is still the same person, but he gives people a different feeling.

This process was like the evil spirit that transformed him from the inside out, silently, into another person.

Even though they share the same appearance, they are subtly different.

Xie Ziye opened his eyes again, a flash of red light flashed in his eyes for a moment, and he stared at Ji Qingzhou.

Ji Qingzhou was also looking at him.

"Friend Ji."

Xie Ziye curled his lips and smiled at her.

But he was not as shy and gentle as before, but rather more casual.

It was as if the person in front of him was no different from anyone else to him.

"let's go."

Xie Ziye spoke.

Although slightly different, his voice was still restrained, as if he was enduring it.

"Ah."

Ji Qingzhou knew that this state was also a torture for Xie Ziye.

The search for someone should not be delayed and must be resolved quickly.

Xie Ziye glanced at her, and his figure turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared in a flash.

Ji Qingzhou also disappeared on the spot.

However, the number of secret realms on the front line and the vastness of some of them were beyond Ji Qingzhou's expectations, even though he was mentally prepared.

She and Xie Ziye traveled non-stop for three days, crossing dozens of secret realms, but still hadn't found Liu Furuo.

In order to avoid exhaustion, Ji Qingzhou simply used the spirit boat to take Xie Ziye on the journey.

Xie Ziye did not refuse, but leaned lazily at the stern, keeping a distance from Ji Qingzhou who was sitting at the bow.

Despite his lazy posture, Ji Qingzhou could still feel the slight tension between them.

It was like a longbow that had been pulled apart, with the bowstring stretched to its limit. It would either shoot out an arrow or break completely.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Ji Qingzhou took the initiative to speak: "Would you like some snacks?"

Xie Ziye supported his chin with one hand, scanned the scenery below, and without even looking at Ji Qingzhou, he casually refused: "I don't want to eat."

After a pause, he continued, "Fellow Daoist Ji, it's useless. Your snacks may be able to cure Liu Furuo, but they have no effect on me. There's no need to bother with me."

Ji Qingzhou shook his head: "That's not what I meant."

"Oh?"

Xie Ziye finally looked at Ji Qingzhou. On his smiling face, his pair of dark eyes that hid stars were not smiling at all, but full of disbelief. "What do you mean?"

Ji Qingzhou's face did not show any panic or resentment of being questioned. She said sincerely: "I just wanted to give you some snacks."

Perhaps it was because he had been with Xie Ziye all the time recently, the eldest senior brother of the Supreme Sword Sect, who had always been aloof from worldly matters, had become accustomed to eating at her place.

If Ji Qingzhou had something to do and didn't open fire, he would occasionally run into Xie Ziye passing by intentionally or unintentionally when he went out.

When their eyes met, the man's eyes, though he tried hard to control them, still showed a bit of pity.

Ji Qingzhou didn't know if this was his illusion.

Anyway, every time she saw Xie Ziye like this, she would stuff something into Xie Ziye's hands.

Sometimes it’s pastries, sometimes it’s milk tea.

Over time, Ji Qingzhou also got used to feeding Xie Ziye.

It has been a long time since he last fed Xie Ziye food, and Ji Qingzhou is the one who is not used to it.

She suddenly asked Xie Ziye if he wanted to have some snacks, more out of habit than wanting to ease the atmosphere.

However, after hearing Xie Ziye's refusal, Ji Qingzhou did not insist, but said with a little regret: "If you don't want to eat, forget it."

“…I’ll eat.”

At this time, Xie Ziye, who was lazily leaning at the stern, sat up straight.

He noticed Ji Qingzhou's disappointed look, and as if he was afraid that Ji Qingzhou couldn't hear him, he repeated, "I'll have some snacks."