After reincarnation, the girl traveled through thousands of worlds to make up for her mistakes

Bai Yaoyao's eyes were filled with death. She held up her body with all her strength, and paid no attention to the sword that was stabbing at her. She just stared blankly at her master's back with an obsessed smile on her face, then she clutched the medicine bottle tightly, closed her eyes, and welcomed the final death.

At the critical moment, a figure flashed by, the master was kicked away, and Bai Yaoyao was picked up.

The familiar temperature and breath made the girl open her eyes and forcefully smile.

"Master, you still haven't given up on me."

The sound was so light, as if life was about to disappear.

Shangguan Wuxin knew that Yaoyao would not live long. She knew Yaoyao's body structure best. The sword pierced Yaoyao's heart straight away. If Yaoyao did not have internal strength, an ordinary person would have died instantly.

Finally, she couldn't help it. It was clearly her who killed him, but when Yaoyao's life was about to be ended, she was actually a little scared?

It's ridiculous. She has never been afraid of dominating the world.

"You can blame me."

She asked softly, her voice still cold but trembling slightly.

The girl stared at him blankly, her head resting weakly on her shoulder.

"No, blame me for being a remnant of the Demon Cult. But I have never had any bad thoughts towards Master. If I did, it would be that I raped you, Master."

Her beautiful eyes were filled with deep love, without a trace of resentment.

"I hope Master won't blame me."

Shangguan Wuxin's pupils shrank. She really didn't expect that even though she treated her like this, Yaoyao still didn't hold a grudge against her.

No! This is not what she wants. What she wants is for Yaoyao to be completely crazy and hate her completely, so that she can use the secret method to forget Yaoyao smoothly.

But now...she clearly killed you with her own hands, but why are you still blaming yourself?

Is this love?

Love someone so much that you won't feel hatred even if the person you love kills you?

Not knowing what she wanted again, the girl raised the medicine bottle in her hand as if she had a last burst of energy.

"Master, this...surprise for you, can, can help you..."

His chest hurt so much, Shangguan Wuxin stared at the girl in his arms.

Why, why do you still love her when you are about to die? Is love so important?

More important than death?

She was about to die, but she was still forced to endure the risk of going insane.

Don't you love me? If you love me, you should prevent me from going astray, and look at me with resentment, so that I can forget you smoothly and achieve perfection in my practice.

Shangguan Wuxin kept shouting in his heart, a hideous and vicious look slowly revealed on his face. He lowered his head, leaned against the girl's head and spoke in a very low voice.

"You have found the murderer who murdered your family."

Bai Yaoyao was stunned, her eyes blank, not knowing what her master meant by this.

"I killed him."

The girl's pupils shrank suddenly, and she opened her mouth in disbelief and wanted to speak, but her lost vitality no longer allowed her to speak.

Shangguan Wuxin naturally would not let Yaoyao die so easily. He continued to pour his internal energy into his hands to maintain the girl's life.

"Do you know why I want to wipe out your entire family? Of course, it's because you are a peerless Yin woman. I have long been eyeing you and want to capture you to be my cauldron."

The gentle and kind image of the master was instantly shattered. The girl's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that the vicious woman in front of her was her master.

But thinking back to what the man said, I no longer had much hope.

Master really, really only used it as a cauldron for her.

"Bai Yaoyao, you are just a tool!"

The girl's face was completely pale, her breathing was completely disordered, and her whole body seemed to be drenched from head to toe in ice water. Her heart was completely cold, and she curled up in Shangguan Wuxin's arms, trembling, clutching her collar tightly with her small hands, and whispered.

"Master... have you ever loved me?"

It’s already this time, are you still thinking about love or not?

It felt like something stabbed his chest, and Shangguan Wuxin gritted his teeth and ruthlessly extinguished Yaoyao's last glimmer of hope.

"How could I possibly fall in love with you? Yaoyao, stop harboring illusions. You are just a tool to help me get rid of the poisonous fire."

"Don't say you don't know about the existence of poisonous fire, but you still devote yourself to me for the so-called love. Hahahaha, it's ridiculous."

Her ears were filled with Shangguan Wuxin's emotionless sneer, and the light in the girl's pupils quickly shattered, and was instead tinged with hatred.

Shangguan Wuxin was still not satisfied with this and continued to attack.

"Aren't you ashamed? Falling in love with your enemy, tsk tsk tsk, even I feel ashamed."

The girl's fingers clenched her palms tightly, her eyes fixed on her, she was so angry that her blood rushed up and slowly seeped out from the corners of her mouth.

"Do you remember taking a bath that day? You actually seduced your enemy. Aren't you ashamed at all?"

"And the officer in the dungeon that day was pretended by me. You didn't expect that the fairy flower was the mark I left for you. How about it? Do you like it?"

Shangguan Wuxin whispered in the girl's ear, and words filled with malice rushed into her mind, constantly washing away the girl's almost collapsed spirit.

"I carefully selected them, and finally I think the flower language of the fairy is the most suitable for you, and the original snow lotus is not suitable for you."

She wanted to destroy all of Yaoyao's love, that hot and strong dependence.

Hate her, hate her completely, hate her to the core, hate her to the point of giving up completely.

Only in this way, she will not remember a girl who hates her.

The girl's tears gushed out wildly, and a feeling of sadness and despair surged in her heart, gradually staining her broken and dull eyes.

"Shangguan Wuxin."

These were the last four words the girl uttered with all her might before she died. It was also the first time the girl called her master's real name. Her voice was so weak and tiny, so faint that even Shangguan Wuxin almost didn't hear it.

She wanted to say something else, but her broken heart would not allow it. Even her omnipotent inner strength could no longer save her life.

The little hand fell down slowly and weakly, and the medicine bottle was about to fall to the ground.

Shangguan Wuxin remembered that this was the surprise Yaoyao had mentioned, so he instinctively took it, and then he felt the girl in his arms' life completely gone.

There was no more blood flowing from Bai Yaoyao's chest. Most of the blood in her body had dyed her red wedding dress even redder. It had dripped down the hem and sleeves of her skirt and gathered into a pool of blood on the ground.

The strong smell of blood kept rushing into the nose, all of which came from Yaoyao's charming scent, very familiar.

But this time she was not aroused, but stared blankly at the girl in her wedding dress in her arms.

The delicate little face was still as charming as ever, but her eyebrows were drooping, and her originally lively and vivid eyes were completely closed, never to open again.

Shangguan Wuxin has not forgotten the look of despair in Bai Yaoyao's eyes after her death.

There was no trace of love in her eyes, only deep disgust.

But she, who always loved to experience this kind of despair and mental collapse, no longer had the slightest interest in it. Instead, her chest hurt terribly, more than ever before, the pain went deep into her bones and soul.

For some reason, I touched the girl's face out of necessity, and it felt cold.

That's right, Yaoyao was going to die anyway. All her blood had been gushed out. It was all because of her internal strength that she was holding up the body. How could her body still be warm after she died?

After a moment's pause, Shangguan Wuxin slowly withdrew his hand.

Bai Yaoyao is dead and there is no possibility of saving her.

Chapter 45 I Really Fell in Love

Shangguan Wuxin held the girl and slowly stood up. Her goal was finally achieved. Next, she would use a secret method to forget Bai Yaoyao. By then, no one in the world could melt her heart, and she could reach the highest peak of martial arts.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth. Shangguan Wuxin was in a trance and didn't react at all. When he wanted to stop the blood, he found that he couldn't stop it at all. It kept gushing out of his mouth one mouthful after another.

She was obsessed again.

He used a secret method to suppress the rising blood, and then looked at the bewildered guests around him.

The conversation between her and Yaoyao just now was whispered very close to each other, and no one could hear it in this noisy wedding place, so she was not worried about her reputation being affected.

"I am truly sorry for such a serious mistake. All the gifts from you will be returned doubled. Bai Yaoyao has already become my disciple. Even if she is a remnant of the Demon Sect, I killed her with my own hands because I was short-sighted. I hope you will not hold it against me."

After saying this, Shangguan Wuxin bowed deeply.

All the guests waved their hands to express that they were not worthy of such a generous gift. The double return gift was enough to make them happy. As for the so-called remnants of the evil cult, what did they have to do with them?

You know, in order to leave a good impression on the leader, I brought a lot of good things. If I return them double, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is a windfall.

Next, Shangguan Wuxin asked the housekeeper and servants to handle the aftermath, while he himself insisted on seeing off the guests politely to ensure that his image was not damaged.

He waited until there were no outsiders around before carrying Bai Yaoyao's body back to the room.

She was laid on the bed, her delicate little face still stained with blood, and her bed was also stained with blood.

Shangguan Wuxin stared blankly, not knowing what he was thinking of. He asked someone to bring a basin of hot water, then took off Bai Yaoyao's wedding dress, as well as some jewelry that remained on her head.

Finally, he wiped the blood off Bai Yaoyao's body bit by bit, revealing her delicate and beautiful little face again.

Quiet, sweet and beautiful.

The originally lively person was lying there quietly. You know, even Yaoyao was not so quiet when she was sleeping. Now she was extremely quiet, so quiet that there was not even the sound of her heartbeat.

She didn't know why she had to do such a meaningless thing, but she couldn't control herself. She just didn't want to see Yaoyao's pretty little face covered in blood.

"My body is so cold. I wiped it with hot water and it's still so cold."

Shangguan Wuxin was stunned when he said this. If he was already dead, he must be frozen. He might even become hard again after a while.

It seemed that she had not yet realized that Bai Yaoyao had passed away.

Suddenly, a flying bird hit the door. Shangguan Wuxin turned around subconsciously, and then accidentally saw several ancient books on her desk with some words left on them.

Shangguan Wuxin took it and took a look at it, and knew that it was a book from Jingxin Pavilion. It was probably taken by Bai Yaoyao. Yaoyao's personality was such that it was difficult for her to stay focused, and it was she who asked Yaoyao to go there to play in the beginning.

It's ridiculous. That was the important place of Shangguan family, but she handed the key to Bai Yaoyao so easily.

Could it be that... I had already let down my guard against Yaoyao since then?

Shangguan Wuxin laughed at himself and was about to put down the ancient book when he saw the familiar words.

"Wait, how come this has something to do with cultivation techniques..."

After looking at it carefully, Shangguan Wuxin suddenly realized that it seemed that her mother had told her about this thing, but it also needed the help of the peerless Yin woman, so she threw it aside and asked her fellow tribesmen to help sort it out. Unexpectedly, it appeared here again.

"It says here that we need to use the blood of a peerless Yin woman, so..."

Shangguan Wuxin looked directly at the medicine bottle she had casually placed on the bedside table, and quickly walked over to open the lid.

A familiar scent wafts into my nose.

Only Bai Yaoyao's blood has this magical fragrance.

"Is this the medicine Yaoyao made with her blood?"

Shangguan Wuxin was stunned for a moment as if struck by lightning, then instantly pulled up Yaoyao's arm, and several scars caught his eyes, as well as the small holes on the fingertips, which had already formed.

"Is this the surprise for me?"

Shangguan Wuxin felt his chest begin to hurt again, his blood started to surge up, and was about to burst out but was forced back down. He then looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth.

A chill ran down my throat, went straight into my lungs, and then spread throughout my body.

“It’s so effective?”

Shangguan Wuxin touched his chest in surprise, and found that he didn't feel any pain at all.

"Not only the newly generated poisonous fire, but even the obsession caused by passion has been suppressed."

Thanks to the effect of the medicine, Shangguan Wuxin's eyes quickly turned back to their original cold and arrogant look. He stood up and looked at the girl on the bed.

"Not bad, he left me such a gift before he died."

Without waiting too long, Shangguan Wuxin sat down immediately, and then used the magical power of the medicine and secret methods to completely forget Bai Yaoyao from his memory.

But as time passed, sweat began to seep out of Shangguan Wuxin's forehead, her delicate body was shaking, and her beautiful eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. The situation was very bad.

In my mind, I can never forget Bai Yaoyao's delicate beauty, the ardent love, and the way she fought desperately with others to protect her reputation.

And there is also the love that is not afraid of death like a moth to a flame.