The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Jing Yan closed the door for Wen Youqing.

The girl lay in her room, looking at the stars in the sky.

The sky was full of stars, and the girl's eyes reflected the stars, and she was lost in thought for a moment.

"Master..."

She whispered.

Wen Youqing never thought that there would be a day when she would leave her master. A long, long time ago, she had vowed that in this new life, she would "atone" for the mistakes she made in her previous life.

But you will grow up.

One day everything will become strange and different. How many of the vows we once made can be kept?

Wen Youqing didn't know.

But she knew that she really liked her master. This kind of liking was very complicated, with guilt, love, affection, habit... In short, she felt that she could not live without the scriptures no matter what.

Will there really be a day when I will be forced to leave my Master?

The girl thought so, but no one gave her an answer.

She counted the stars outside the window, one, two, three...

She decided not to practice tonight and just take a relaxing nap, thinking nothing, doing nothing, and emptying her mind.

Looking forward to tomorrow's celebration.

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly closed.

Gradually fell asleep.

Fell into deep darkness.

I saw again the woman sitting on the throne, bleeding and silent.

One hundred and ninety-one. Dream

What caught my eye was the black rain falling continuously.

Wen Youqing stretched out his hand and caught the raindrops. The raindrops were icy cold and turned into clear liquid after falling into his hands.

The girl pinched her face.

painful.

Suddenly I looked around and saw the same scene as I had seen in my previous dream, with triangular black towers still rising from all directions.

In the center of the cage-like black tower, there is a mottled and faded throne. The throne is tightly bound by endless chains, as if it is experiencing some catastrophe or suffering some punishment.

Wen Youqing widened his eyes and looked carefully.

She knew she was dreaming, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape from this strange dream, and she couldn't even wake up.

Her perspective was like that of a doll at the mercy of others, approaching the faded throne little by little.

One step, two steps.

She had never been near the woman on the throne before.

Just caught a glimpse of her eyes from a distance.

Wen Youqing could only look at her from afar, unable to see the outline of her face clearly, and could only vaguely see the horrific wounds left on her body.

Especially the long sword that pierced through her chest, nailing her to the throne.

Wen Youqing's perspective was getting closer and closer. In the past, when she dreamed, she could not get close to that place no matter what. Even if she tried hard to get a clear glimpse of the woman's appearance, it was still useless. She could only see the woman's beautiful face, but could not retain any memory of it.

But now, no matter how she resisted, she could only watch herself getting closer and closer to the throne.

As the things in front of him became clearer and clearer, Wen Youqing felt a sense of panic for no reason.

She desperately wanted to escape, resisting everything in front of her, as if the object in front of her was not just a simple throne, but a man-eating beast.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move anything in her dream.

She was just a bystander.

Wen Youqing wanted to wake up. She struggled desperately and wanted to call her master's name, but she could not make any sound and could only let the dream continue.

She saw clearly the face of the woman on the throne.

The woman had long ink-black hair, and her face had become somewhat pale due to the blood that kept dripping down, but it could not conceal her beautiful yet dangerous face that was like a poppy.

Her face was full of nobility, a nobility that was not superficial like that of an ordinary rich man, but the aura that could only be cultivated by a king who was once high and mighty. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was an indescribable royal aura lingering around her.

Wen Youqing felt that she looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember who in real life looked like her.

Wen Youqing took a deep breath, saw the injuries of the person in front of him clearly, and couldn't help but gasp.

Her collarbone was pierced by the chain, her flesh and blood were blurred, and blood was dripping down the chain.

Her flesh and blood were slowly healing, until it touched the chains, it would make a burning sound, and then it would become a bloody mess again - this was an inhuman torture. Wen Youqing couldn't even think of what crime she had committed to cause the person who nailed her here to be so angry.

"you......"

Wen Youqing tried his best and only made a little sound.

She couldn't even finish her sentence.

But this short sound was enough.

The woman trapped by the chains moved her ears slightly and her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she knew there was someone around her, and she weakly raised her noble head.

She opened her eyes hard and squinted them into a small gap.

Looked at Wen Youqing.

"You came......"

Wen Youqing wanted to talk to her, but he couldn't make any sound. He could only nod. He didn't know whether the trapped woman in front of him could see him.

For some reason, a sense of sadness suddenly arose in her heart.

It was as if she was the one trapped, suffering endless torture in this dark space, and her life was worse than death.

Even her shoulders began to ache slightly.

"Want to exchange?"

The bound woman asked.

Wen Youqing was slightly stunned. She realized that the other party could see her.

This time was different from the previous dreams. She was no longer silent on her own or saying some inexplicable words.

She actually took the initiative to ask herself questions.

But what does her question mean?

Wen Youqing didn't understand.

She wanted to ask, but the words were gone.

"I can't make any sound, is that so?"

The woman seemed to understand what Wen Youqing was thinking, and just frowned slightly in distress.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

She sighed and asked again, "Where are you now?"

South Posa Island.

Wen Youqing almost subconsciously thought of these four words in her mind, but she soon regretted it because the other party obviously knew what she was thinking.

However, the other party did not continue to speak. After knowing Wen Youqing's location, a rare look of nostalgia appeared on his face.

"How is Nanposozhou now?"

Fortunately, at least it looks quite impressive, and the Demon Cult was also the most prosperous race at that time.

Wen Youqing thought unconsciously in his heart.

"That's it..."

The woman smiled with some relief.

At the same time, he raised his head and stared into Wen Youqing's eyes.

From Wen Youqing's perspective, the mysterious woman in front of her had mysterious lines in her eyes, which was worrying and frightening, making her want to escape.

"Thank you for telling me so much."

The woman said so.

"When you need me, come and exchange with me. In return, I will fulfill one of your wishes."

"Anything will do."

After saying this, the mysterious woman in front of him closed her eyes again. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly and her breath became extremely weak.

"Exchange...what?"

Wen Youqing used all his strength to squeeze out these words from between his teeth.

The mysterious woman opened her eyes in surprise, as if she was somewhat surprised that Wen Youqing could speak such a long speech.

"You're doing very well in your training."

The mysterious woman said: "As for the exchange..."

"What you exchange is your body, your soul, and your fate..."

"But the decision to exchange is up to you. You can forget about me and pretend nothing happened, but there will definitely be a day when you need me."

After she finished speaking, her voice gradually became vague, and she gently chanted the name of the person in front of her.

"Wen Youqing......."

"What a familiar name..."

......

Wen Youqing opened her eyes from her sleep, and large patches of sweat soaked the clothes on her back.

She felt fear for no reason, a deep fear.

Even when facing death, on the brink of life and death, the fear was not as strong as the one I feel now.

She was really scared.

Even tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"What's wrong, are you having a nightmare?"

A man's gentle voice came from beside her. Wen Youqing was startled and tried her best to open her eyes.

But she found that her master was sitting next to her at this moment, gently stroking her forehead.

"Master..."

Wen Youqing murmured softly: "When were you by my side?"

"just."

Jing Yan said worriedly:

"You had a nightmare just now and kept shouting loudly. I was a little worried, so I entered your room. Sorry."

"What's wrong? How do you feel now? Are you feeling better?"

Wen Youqing rubbed towards Jingyan, sniffing the familiar and reassuring scent, and nodded like a kitten.

"It's all right, Master."

One hundred and ninety-two. How to lower the Master’s moral standards!

early morning.