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

A crack of bright light silently appeared above the dark sky, and two jade hands stretched out from it, pulling the crack apart.

Then, a silver-haired woman in a light blue skirt walked out from the light gap. Her scarlet eyes swept over the three people one by one, then turned her gaze to the back of the white-haired boy in the distance.

Except for Elder Wang, the other two froze in place, their breathing stagnates, without any of the arrogance they had just had.

The sect leader in front of him was different from the cold and aloof person he used to be. There was a hint of sadness and pain on that beautiful face.

"I'll take care of this matter." She said with difficulty, "You can leave now."

Elder Wang bowed to her, then turned into light and flew away without looking back.

The other two elders from Lin Jiumu's faction were unwilling to accept this: "But..."

If they left like this, how would they explain to Lin Jiumu when they returned?

Without waiting for them to finish their words, Qian Qiuxue turned her head and glanced at them.

Just a glance was enough to make them feel as if they had been hit hard. They started bleeding from all seven orifices and their breath was instantly weakened.

"Follow the sect leader's orders!" The two men did not dare to argue any further and turned around and fled in a hurry.

They all had a vague premonition that if they stayed any longer, they would stay here forever.

Chapter 45: Erect a Monument for Yourself

Along the way, Li Yuluo had a brief moment of clarity, but she only mumbled a few times and soon lost consciousness again.

Her voice was very soft and unclear, but Yan Mobai still heard what she wanted to say.

"It hurts……"

"abdomen……"

"My stomach hurts..."

The most painful punishment in the world should be lingchi... A person is cut into thousands of pieces alive, but what does that count for?

Li Yuluo... crushed his own primordial body into dust with his own hands, maybe millions of pieces... or tens of millions of pieces?

He tried to imagine the pain of tearing his primordial embryo apart with his own hands, shattering his most precious thing into countless pieces of dust, but he couldn't imagine it.

That might be the cruelest punishment in the world, to cut one's soul into millions of pieces bit by bit, and then... she still endured the pain and swung the sword.

Why does this happen?

Why is he the leader of the Demon Cult? Why did he throw her back to the Yuheng Immortal Sect in the past?

Yan Mobai's mind was so confused for the first time. He thought if he had walked down the stairs on that rainy night and held her in his arms, like now...

The images that emerged in his mind made him lose consciousness for a moment.

But the pain of broken ribs in his chest soon woke him up again. Yan Mobai sighed with disappointment, not knowing why he had become so naive. Even if time could really go back, he and she would not be the same person as they are now.

Since the past has been determined, there is nothing to regret. It is these tiny choices that make up his life. This is his fate and her fate.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and three majestic auras appeared in the sky behind him, and their presence was as strong as the scorching sun hanging in the sky.

"Yuheng..."

Yan Mobai recited softly.

Yet he did not stop.

At this point, life and death are no longer something Yan Mobai cares about. He just wants to take Li Yulo further.

Just like she said, keep moving forward.

But just like that spirit bird, their remains will eventually be buried somewhere ahead...

He didn't know what choice he should make at the last moment.

Given the temperament of the Yuheng Immortal Sect, they would definitely bring Li Yuluo back to the sect alive. However, as she had betrayed the sect and had an affair with the leader of the evil sect like himself, the fate that awaited her might not be better than death.

He could still commit suicide, but what about Li Yuluo...

Yan Mobai didn't know what was best for her, and even if he knew, he still might not be able to do it.

Why are things in the world always so dilemmatic?

He walked a long way forward, and the wound on his chest became more serious as he walked, and blood flowed along the way in his footprints.

As he walked, the three primordial auras behind him dissipated at some point. The night wind blew through the mountains and forests, and the shadows of the trees swayed in the darkness. It seemed as if only he and Li Yulo were left under the world.

Yan Mobai's expression did not change.

There must be a reason why those three people retreated, either there were cultivators from the Yaoguang Sect coming here.

Or... a person of a higher level than Yuheng has arrived.

Either way, it won't make the current situation better.

But it can't get any worse, after all, nothing can get any worse.

Just as he thought, soon after the Yuantai aura receded, another vast aura filled the surroundings.

Refining the Spirit...

Didn't the Supreme Elders of Yuheng Sect all go to the Western Regions? Could it be that Yaoguang's soul refiner...was he the Supreme Elder or the Sect Master?

But it was just a trivial curiosity. Yan Mobai did not stop. He looked forward with a little relief and regret.

His physical cultivation at the late stage of Yuan-building meant that the night could not block his sight. He was standing on a sparsely forested area halfway up a mountain. He could see the blue river below, the rolling green hills in the distance, the steep cliffs, and the waterfalls on the cliffs...

He was looking for a place to bury himself.

In his previous life, he was alone, and after his death, he didn't know where his body was buried. It could be an unmarked cemetery in the wilderness, or it could be a garbage dump. Now he can at least find a beautiful place to bury himself. Before that, he can also build a tombstone for himself... although he doesn't know what to engrave on it.

As for whether he would be dug out later or where he would be taken, it was none of his business.

The vast aura behind him gradually subsided. The person who came did not leave, but landed on the ground and walked towards him.

Yan Mobai heard the sound of dead leaves being crushed, getting closer and closer to him.

"Master Yan... please stay." The woman's cold and calm voice came from not far behind.

But underneath her calmness, she seemed to be suppressing something else.

Yan Mobai's steps paused.

Of course he recognized the owner of the voice.

The distance from Xihezhou to Yaoguang Sect is nearly 100,000 miles. If one wants to get there in a short time, even if one has achieved perfection in spiritual cultivation, it will probably cost a lot...either one has to use the secret treasure of space, or consume a large amount of one's own immortal essence.

If it was any other spiritual cultivator, he would be very surprised, but since it was Qian Qiuxue, Yan Mobai was not surprised.

He is the only one in the world who can help Qian Qiuxue to dissolve the poison. If she wants to live a peaceful life and not be driven crazy by the pain of the poison, she must have him by her side.

A thought suddenly flashed through Yan Mobai's mind: If she was threatened with this, would she agree to save Li Yulo?

The next moment, he gave up this plan.

At present, the fact that Li Yuluo took him out of the mountain gate has not been known by other sects. It is only Yuheng's own internal affairs and will not be attacked by the world. If she did not kill Ye Yin, she might have a chance to be saved by Qian Qiuxue.

But since she killed Ye Yin, it was equivalent to being at odds with the entire Yuheng Immortal Sect...

In the end, he said nothing, didn't look back, and continued walking forward.

The only way to let Li Yuluo survive is to make her the person that Qian Qiuxue is willing to protect at all costs.

Just like him.

From the moment he heard Qian Qiuxue's voice to now, in just a few breaths, Yan Mobai had already made up his mind.

If Qian Qiuxue caught up with him, he would immediately pass on the technique to dissolve the poison into Li Yuluo's sea of ​​gods, and then sever his own heart meridians, leaving no chance of survival.

In this way, there is still only one person in the world who can neutralize the poison.

……

Qian Qiuxue silently watched the white-haired boy carrying the unconscious girl towards the mountains, his long black clothes fluttering in the wind with his steps.

He left a bloody trail where he had walked, with drops of blood condensing on the grass.

She slowly took off the silver hairpin she had worn not long ago, held it in her hand, and let her silver hair fall around her waist.

The precious hairpin made of Xuanming secret silver was silently crushed into pieces by Yubai's slender fingers.

pat.

The broken silver hairpin fell on the grass. The weight of the Xuanming Mithril made it penetrate deeply into the soil. A few drops of blood from the grass leaves happened to fall down and merged with the bloodstains remaining on the silver hairpin without any rejection.

The distance between them was not far. For ordinary people, they could catch up with him by running a few steps...but in Qian Qiuxue's eyes, it seemed longer than the hundreds of thousands of miles they had just crossed.

Everything seemed to have gone back to more than thirty years ago, when the girl in white stood at the foot of Yuheng Outer Gate Mountain, staring at the figure in green robe fluttering in the vast sky with distraught eyes.

At that time he did not look back, he turned into light and ascended to the sky, quickly disappearing into the distant sky.

The scene in her memory disappeared, but the slightly thin figure was still in front of her eyes. The white hair draped behind the black clothes burned Qian Qiuxue's eyes. She didn't dare to look at it any more, and turned her gaze to the fragile girl in his arms as if escaping.

Under the moonlight, the girl's skin was so white, smooth and tender like porcelain, without any scars.

But underneath the surface, Qian Qiuxue knew that Li Yulo's Yuan Hai had been devastated and riddled with holes.

She looked at the petite girl carefully. She was obviously her disciple for more than ten years, but why... did she look so strange?

I don't know when it started, but the master-disciple relationship between the two can be summarized in one sentence: the master bestows on the disciple skills and resources for cultivation, and the disciple works hard to practice and live up to the master's trust.

Qian Qiuxue's impression of Li Yulo was now blank.

She traced back this blank for a long time, and finally found the day when she first met Li Yuluo:

The delicate little girl huddled up in a ball, shivering. In the dim light of the hall, she knelt nervously on the bluestone bricks to pay homage to her master, calling "Master" in a soft voice.

In the following years, the little girl often stuck to her, asking her questions about difficult problems in cultivation. After she finished asking one question, she would ask the next one. It seemed as if her little head was piled with endless questions, and she asked from morning to evening, until Qian Qiuxue got annoyed and casually sent out a fairy light to carry her back to the cave on the mountainside.

Now thinking back, there were actually many repetitive questions, but I changed some of the vocabulary and asked them again. Maybe she was too stupid and forgot the answers to the questions in a blink of an eye, or maybe she didn't want to ask any questions and just wanted to stay with Master for a while longer.

At that time, Li Yuluo was still a child who knew nothing... She would sneak up the mountain at night just to bring hot cakes to her master. She thought her master would be hungry like her and would be unable to sleep at night because of a rumbling stomach...

Those hazy images were like flower petals in a stream, floating slowly down from upstream. They looked insignificant from a distance, but when they drifted closer, their beautiful colors were revealed. But when she looked again, they were swaying and being washed away by the current.

In fact, she had the opportunity to own many things...but she never discovered them and let them drift away with the stream.

Qian Qiuxue's heart began to ache again. This time it was not as severe as in the underground palace, but it made her feel even more uncomfortable. It was as if something had been taken away from her heart, and it became emptier and emptier until nothing was left. Her heart was still beating, and the empty sadness replaced her blood and spread to every part of her body.

If they all left, what would be left in the Yuheng Immortal Sect?

When Qian Qiuxue woke up from her trance, she found that they had walked a long way, appearing and disappearing in the undulating mountains, like a small boat in the black ocean, moving forward alone against the wind, and would disappear after another wave.

"do not go……"

She suddenly began to feel afraid, like a traveler who had fallen into the ocean and was shouting towards a boat in the distance, but her voice was so soft that even she could not hear it.

What should I do... How can I catch up with him? How can I make him turn back?

In her increasingly empty vision, the white-haired boy suddenly stopped and stood on a sandy beach beside a cliff. Not far from him was a waterfall with a pool of water under it.

He heard it...

Qian Qiuxue trembled, and there was light in her eyes suddenly, thinking that the other party had heard her cry.

But she waited for a long time and he didn't look back.

The white-haired young man looked around, then used his hand as a knife to cut a piece of stone from the cliff and carved it carefully under the moonlight.

The originally irregular stones gradually became square and flat, like a tombstone.

Chapter 46: It's hard to change your mind

Why...why did he carve a tombstone?

Qian Qiuxue was stunned.

Tombstones are for the dead... Is anyone going to die? But Li Yuluo is clearly fine...

She stared blankly at the boy who put the tombstone aside, then carved a shovel out of a stone and began to dig a hole in the ground.

Handfuls of earth and rocks were piled up nearby.

He placed the girl on the grass not far away, and was very careful with every shovelful of water so as not to splash her with sand or gravel.

He must have had a clear plan in mind, and he acted without the slightest hesitation.

Qian Qiuxue gradually understood something, and the blood in her body instantly turned cold.