I am a villain and have been captured. Why are the fairies asking me to come out?

Seeing that Yan Mobai's breath was weak and about to disappear, Qian Qiuxue restrained her pressure, grabbed the boy's white hair and lifted him up, and said to his ear with gritted teeth: "Li Yuluo is my disciple now, but she will not always be my disciple. I can kick her out at any time. As long as this matter is leaked out, there is no need for me to do anything. The sect's punishment court will let her know what the price of betrayal is."

The boy's pupils shrank like needles and he opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out and only some sticky blood spilled out.

Seeing that he was speechless, Qian Qiuxue sent a stream of true energy to him with a stern face, which slightly repaired the injuries to his internal organs.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Yan Mobai suddenly coughed up blood violently, mixed with black and red fragments. After panting hoarsely for a long time, his scattered eyes finally focused back a little and fell on the face of the woman in front of him.

His bloodshot, dull eyes seemed to be hiding something, but it disappeared before Qian Qiuxue could identify it.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die now." Qian Qiuxue's voice was soft, "But I can't say for sure about your little lover."

"You..." The young man said in a low and weak voice, "Don't touch her..."

"Do you know you're afraid now?"

Looking at his appearance, Qian Qiuxue finally felt a sense of satisfaction. She finally grasped his lifeline. All the previous embarrassment disappeared at this moment. "It seems that the leader has a deep love for my disciple."

"One...once..." The boy seemed to be chewing on the meaning of this word, but quickly came back to his senses.

"I...will give...you...what you want..."

Every word he spoke would cause his broken ribs to move, and he almost fainted from the pain, but he still finished his words, "As long as... you don't make things difficult for... Yu Luo... cough... cough cough cough..."

"Master, do you know what I want?"

Qian Qiuxue was a little surprised. She didn't think that the other party could impress her.

The boy's face was covered with bloodstained white hair, and his pupils under the white hair looked at her steadily: "I will... help you dissolve the Wujiang Gu poison."

Chapter 17: The cold lights in the cold palace make me not recognize the person in front of me

When she heard about the poison, Qian Qiuxue was stunned for a moment. She subconsciously glanced at the boy's face.

Then his tone suddenly turned cold: "How do you know I was poisoned?"

As soon as she asked the question, she thought of someone.

"Did Li Yuluo tell you?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, do you know how to resolve this?"

"Yes."

"You are lying!" Qian Qiuxue grabbed the boy's collar and stared into his eyes.

Mr. Bai clearly said that the secret book recording the method to dissolve the poison had been burned by him long ago, and he was the only one in the world who knew the contents.

But she couldn't find any sign of something strange in the boy's eyes, he was so calm.

Either Mr. Bai lied to her, or Master Yan was just lying and hiding it too well.

Qian Qiuxue certainly would not question what Mr. Bai said, but out of her desire to find a way to dissolve the poison, she still passed a stream of immortal essence to Yan Mobai so that he could finish his words smoothly.

"If you dare lie to me, you will definitely regret it." Qian Qiuxue's eyes were cold. If Yan Mobai dared to lie to her about this matter, she would definitely make him live in extreme pain for the rest of his days.

"I... once saw a book of witchcraft techniques in the secret place of the Demon Sect. The witchcraft poison in the Sect Master's body was recorded in it."

The young man forced himself to look up at Qian Qiuxue. His dark eyes were deep under his white hair, as if he was examining the woman in front of him.

After a while, he sighed inexplicably and said, "Later, the atlas disappeared. I don't know where it went. Maybe someone else got it, or maybe it was just taken away by a bird... But I still remember the method to dissolve the poison."

He reached out and held Qian Qiuxue's wrist.

Qian Qiuxue frowned slightly, but did not say anything to stop him, allowing the sticky and warm blood to flow down the boy's hand onto her arm.

Is he really sure he can do this?

At first Qian Qiuxue treated him coldly, not believing that the other party could really dissolve the poison.

But as time passed, she was shocked to find that the pain and torture in her body, like being pierced by insects and scorpions, had actually disappeared a little.

But as the pain in her body eased, the boy's face became paler and his body began to shake unsteadily.

Not long after, he let go of Qian Qiuxue's wrist, bent his body and knelt down. Not only the corners of his mouth, but also his ears, his nose, and his eyes were all overflowing with dark red blood.

If Qian Qiuxue had not transferred the immortal essence in time, the young man would probably have died here.

"What are you doing?!"

Qian Qiuxue was shocked and frightened, her scarlet eyes trembling. She had just seen hope of detoxifying Yan Mobai. If he died in front of her, where would she find a third person who could detoxify her?

"Master Qianqiu, this... is the method to dissolve the poison."

The young man laughed for some reason, and the scarlet blood on his pale face made him look strange and sad. "The poison that was cast with one's life must be repaid with one's life. There is no real way to resolve it. It's just that the one who suffers has changed...

"Just transfer all your pain to me and you will no longer feel pain."

No one can cure the poison of witchcraft. The only way to transfer the pain away is to prevent it from recurring on the next full moon night.

This is not a cure, but it is the only way for the poisoned person to survive.

"Substituting myself for poison...it turns out...is like this..." Qian Qiuxue murmured in a low voice.

The young man seemed to see through her thoughts, "What does Sect Master Qianqiu know?"

"Besides the leader, there is another person in the world who can dissolve the poison."

Qian Qiuxue was lost in her memories, forgetting for a moment that the man in front of her was her enemy. "He must have gotten the album you lost, understood the tricks in it, and later climbed up to the gate of Yuheng Mountain. Ten years... He spent a full ten years curing the poison for me..."

“That was a really long time,” the boy said.

Qian Qiuxue's complexion returned to normal, but she was extremely confused in her heart. She didn't know why she told him all this.

Some words seemed to come to my lips naturally, and they came out naturally, just like before...

Thinking of those past events, her emotions began to fluctuate again. She pursed her red lips, unwilling to continue recalling them.

Qian Qiuxue put aside all distracting thoughts, grasped the young man's arm with her backhand, and passed some immortal essence to him.

The first level of Wujiang Gu poison was indeed barely bearable for Qian Qiuxue, but this was based on her perfect cultivation of the spirit.

As for Yan Mobai, without the protection of immortal essence, even if he still had some body training, the pure pain was enough to make his blood surge and his life was in danger.

"Master, please continue." said the woman.

The young man did not start immediately, but said softly: "If Sect Master Qianqiu agrees to let Yu Luo go, I will continue to detoxify you."

"Master...are you blackmailing me?"

Qian Qiuxue didn't want to return Li Yulo to him so easily. After all, this was the only bargaining chip that could control Yan Mobai. Without this bargaining chip, she would never be able to see the leader's frightened look again.

Once you agree to it, it means you have completely lost in front of him.

"It's not a threat, but the poison in the sect master's body will increase every full moon night. If it is not eliminated for a long time, within half a year, the pain will be unbearable, and he will be unable to practice. In the end, his mind will be lost..."

Facing Qian Qiuxue's oppression, the young man did not waver at all. His tone returned to its usual calmness, "Sect Master, you can go find another person who can detoxify me. In this way, you don't have to talk to Yan any more."

Qian Qiuxue's eyes were fixed on the young man. She knew that what he said was true, and she also knew that she had no choice.

If it is not resolved, the pain from the poison will double every month. Within a year, the pain will be a thousand times greater than it is now.

No matter how strong her mind is, she will find it difficult to move forward on the path at that time. In the end, as time goes by, the pain will increase a lot, and there will be no rest day and night. Even if she doesn't die, she will eventually become a lunatic.

Qian Qiuxue looked at Yan Mobai again and again, trying to find something from his face, especially staring at his dark pupils for a long time. Soon she looked away again, obviously not finding what she was looking for.

The hall was silent. When the incense in the censer had burned away a finger-knuckle-long section, Qian Qiuxue spoke: "The matter between the leader and my disciple is unknown to outsiders. I can keep it a secret for you, but if it gets out, everyone in the sect will want to punish Li Yuluo, and I won't be able to protect him alone."

The young man nodded slightly: "That's good." Then he saw the woman holding out her wrist with a cold face.

He held Qian Qiuxue's slender white wrist and closed his eyes.

The heart-piercing pain flooded into my mind, so familiar, just like those long ten years.

……

When the incense smoke in the hall died down and a thick layer of incense ash formed on the bottom of the stove, Yan Mobai opened his eyes.

His black and white pupils were empty and filled with deathly silence.

An unknown amount of time had passed before a glimmer of light finally appeared in his dead eyes. He turned his head stiffly, and all that was left was a tall, cold statue of the god beside him.

The green lamp was dim, and Qian Qiuxue's figure was nowhere to be seen on the futon.

He didn't notice when she left, maybe she had been gone for a long time.

The boy stood up slowly, swayed a bit, and finally managed to stand steady.

In the past, his yang body at least had the support of his own spiritual cultivation, but now his body, which is barely at the stage of building his essence, is really a bit of a stretch.

With today's work alone, the poison in Qian Qiuxue's body might not be completely eliminated, and she will definitely come looking for him again in the near future.

Compared with the physical injuries, the pain from the poison tortures the mind more. The body is so weak, and I don’t know if I can make it through the next time... The boy’s pupils are dim, and his fate is unpredictable. Let everything be left to fate.

He walked towards the palace door, which opened silently. The bloody twilight broke through the darkness, and a figure stood in the light.

Yan Mobai walked closer and saw Lin Luan standing at the door waiting for him.

Seeing the young man's appearance, Lin Luan was not surprised and just said, "Master, please follow me down the mountain."

She was about to grab the boy's arm, but saw him shaking his head.

"Junior Brother Lin, I have a favor to ask of you..." The young man's voice was very weak, "Please clean up the mess on Yan's body, and it would be best if there is no trace left."

Lin Luan glanced at him without asking the reason. She just waved her hand and removed the bloodstains on the boy's green robe.

"I would like to thank you very much." The young man bowed.

"I am not worthy of such a great gift from the leader." Lin Luan did not expect him to do this. After hesitating for a moment, she raised her hand to help him up.

She had been practicing Taoism since she was young, and often heard from her elders how the demons outside were committing crimes such as burning, killing, and looting. Therefore, she hated all demons, especially the high and mighty leader of the demon cult. She wished she could cut him into pieces.

But when he actually came into contact with him, Lin Luan gradually felt that the leader did not seem like a hateful person.

After practicing Taoism for a hundred years, he returned to the mortal world in one day. With such a huge gap between heaven and earth, no matter what kind of person he was before, he can no longer hide it now.

In the past, she practiced in the sect all day and didn't care about external affairs. The day before yesterday, she found an excuse to go out and inquired about the leader's actions. Wherever there was a righteous path, he was regarded as a demon, bloodthirsty and sinful. It was rumored that he ate hundreds of babies for every meal.

However, in the demon sect's lands such as the southern part of Central China, the common people all praise the sect leader for his deep benevolence and righteousness, allowing every family to live and work in peace and contentment, with enough food and clothing, and good weather every year. They say that it would be great if all the leaders of the sects in the world were like the sect leader.

At this time, she heard the young man laugh at himself and say, "My nephew, you are too kind. I am no longer the leader of a demon sect. Now I am just a floating duckweed, powerless to be independent, and can only go with the flow."

Lin Luan was silent, and then said: "Now that we have met, we should be at peace. The leader is indeed free and easy."

The two of them turned into light and went down the mountain, still following the same path they came from.

Chapter 18: Life is like floating grass

Those inner disciples had already dispersed, leaving only a petite girl in a white dress leaning alone against the mountain gate.

The twilight dyed the girl's white dress slightly red. The evening breeze in the mountains was a little cold. She squatted down, hugged her knees and stared blankly.

She had always been wondering what the leader had been enduring in the sect master's hall for such a long time.

When Master mentioned the leader, he was filled with such deep hatred. How could he possibly get along peacefully with the leader in the hall...

Just as the sunset was about to sink into the sky, a ray of light suddenly fell at the foot of the mountain, revealing the figures of Lin Luan and Yan Mobai.

The girl stood up quickly.

Noticing that Yan Mobai was safe and sound, her light purple eyes widened a little, and a gleam of light flashed in her pupils.

"Junior Sister Lin!"

She ran over quickly, stood in front of the two men, took a deep breath, clenched the edge of her skirt with her small hands, and finally controlled herself not to look at Yan Mobai.

"Sister."

Lin Luan let go of Yan Mobai's arm and said, "I will follow the Sect Master's order and hand the Sect Master over to you to take back."

Li Yuluo suppressed his emotions and nodded calmly: "Thank you for your hard work, Junior Sister."

Lin Luanqian bowed, turned around, turned into a spiritual light and disappeared into the mountain gate.

After she walked away, Li Yulo followed suit and grabbed Yan Mobai's arm.

She did not fly away immediately. Instead, her soft little hand slid down his arm quietly and finally held his hand.

"Master Yan, hold on tight," she whispered.

The spiritual light enveloped the two of them and rushed into the sky.

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