Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 261

"It's getting dark, come in and sleep." Chihe ignored Fu Ling's accusation, and said to himself.

Fu Ling raised her head and looked up. Under the cover of the dense forest and mist, she couldn't see anything on the top. It was always pitch black all around, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

In the illusion, Hehe had the final say, and he said he should go to sleep when he said it was time to sleep.

Fuling followed Chihe into the cabin.

There was no light in the cabin, so Hehe walked to the table and put the small oil lamp in his hand on it, barely able to illuminate the appearance of the room.

There is only a small table and two simple beds in the small room. On the table are a pot of tea and a few broken cups.

Fu Ling walked to the wall and could barely see some patterns carved on the wall.

It was carved with people, lined up along the wall, one after the other in battle armor.

"Looking at the way these people are dressed, they should be Demon Lords of all ages," the system reminded.

Fu Ling still doesn't understand the meaning of this illusion. The little boy with a bad temper suddenly appeared, the dilapidated and simple wooden house, and the overly complicated patterns of previous demon kings carved on the wall of the wooden house.

Could this little boy be the incarnation of some Demon Lord?

Fu Ling turned her head and glanced at him, but she really couldn't tell which Demon Venerable Chi He looked like on the wall.

"It's time to go to bed." He turned his head and stared at her, just like when he forced her to eat the fruit before, not for a moment, and never moved away until he watched her do what he said.

"Okay, I'll sleep." Fu Ling vaguely felt that when she fell asleep, something would happen.

She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes to doze off, but drowsiness suddenly hit her, and her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them. Before she fell into a deep sleep, Fu Ling remembered the few red fruits, probably to help sleep...

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Fu Ling woke up with a start. She immediately sat up and looked around her surroundings.

She was still on the bed in the cabin, and there was still a dim oil lamp on the table, but the lid was gone.

Taking advantage of Chihe's absence, Fuling explored the situation in the wooden house again, and looked at the patterns on the wall carefully. After she finished checking, Chihe didn't come back.

Fu Ling had no choice but to pick up the oil lamp on the table, and walked out of the cabin to find the whereabouts of Chi He.

Not long after entering the dense forest, some blood stains appeared on the mud.

Fu Ling walked along the bloodstains, and recently saw a little boy lying in a pool of blood with a sword pierced in his heart. He opened his eyes with a frightened look on his face, but he was completely lifeless.

"Starry night?" Fu Ling stood on the spot, tentatively speaking.

This sword looked exactly like Xingye, but such a weird scene made her unable to determine whether the Xingye in front of her was the real one.

The sword stuck in Chihe's chest didn't respond to Fu Ling, but an old man came across from the dense forest. The old man pulled out the sword, then squatted down beside Chihe's body, and searched Chihe's body.

But Chihe had nothing on him except a few wild fruits, and the old man couldn't find it. He got up and gave Chihe a disgusted look, and cursed: "Little poor."

The old man left with the sword, and Fu Ling wanted to secretly chase after her, but the dead Chihe suddenly stood up, stared at her with eyes that had never been closed, and asked, "Aren't you sorry for my death? "

"I'm sorry, but you should be dead long ago, and I can't do anything for you." Fu Ling guessed in her heart that the test of this illusion probably started here.

"I took you in when you were lost, and provided you with a place to live. I treated you so well. You go and avenge me, kill that old man, and break that sword." Chi said together.

Fu Ling stood still, she didn't have a weapon in her hand now, but she wasn't sure that she could defeat the old man.

"That old man is also fake. You tell me his name, and when I leave this tower, I can seek revenge on him for you." Fu Ling refused.

"You must avenge me." The little boy's face turned ferocious, very dissatisfied with Fu Ling's rejection.

"If you want me to take revenge, you must first give me back my Starry Night, so that I won't be a match for that old man." Fu Ling insisted.

Hearing this, Qihe's expression became even angrier, and he yelled at her: "The one that killed me was your sword, it's a demon sword, you still want it?"

"Xingye is not a demon sword. It was the old man who killed you. The sword can't choose who it kills, it can choose the sword-bearer. You don't have to say these sobering words to me." Fu Ling said.

"You should know in your heart that Xingye is a sword that can kill without a sword holder."

"I know that it used to protect me with its sword. Xingye is very gentle, it is my sword, and I know it better than you." Fu Ling said.

"When you see how many people have died tragically under its sword, you won't be able to say such things."

As soon as Chihe finished speaking, the surrounding environment changed immediately.

Scene after scene of killing people flashed in front of Fu Ling.

There are sword bearers ranging from young to old, even naive, and countless faces flash by, the only thing that remains unchanged is the murderous sword.

In the hands of these people, Xingye has no mercy at all, killing unarmed women and children, and even beheading their relatives.

The more Fuling watched, the more uncomfortable and disgusting she felt. Chihe specially chose the cruelest scene for her to watch, and the scene after scene continued non-stop. Every time she was in it, she watched the blood splatter.

The last scene stayed at the scene where Xingye was taken away, and the sword cultivator who got Xingye killed Xingye's original owner.

The original owner who was killed was a little girl who was only a little older than Fuling. This scene seemed to herald Fuling's future.

"So you still want this demon sword?" Chihe walked up to Fu Ling, looked at Fu Ling who was so disgusted and pale, and asked her.

"Every weapon with a long history has a similar past, and the more powerful the weapon, the more blood it has been stained with. If you show me this, it doesn't prove that Starry Night is bad." Although Fu Ling was too real in the illusion The scene was disgusting, but she already knew about it, and she was not surprised to see it now.

"You are really stubborn. Seeing your sword do so much evil, you still have to defend him. You shouldn't stay in the righteous way. You can't distinguish between good and evil, so you are clearly a demon cultivator! Your Dao heart has been deviated. "He said angrily.

When Fu Ling heard this, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said, "I've said it before, you don't have to say anything to provoke dissension. Xingye is fine, and so am I. No matter how much you say to confuse me, it's useless. I trust me I also believe in my sword, I will carry out the way I chose as a sword cultivator, and I will never waver!"

It is meaningless to test the relationship between her and Xingye no matter how many methods he uses. Xingye even would rather break himself to protect her from the beginning. There is no doubt about such Xingye.

(End of this chapter)