Mu Xue found that the world she was in was vast and empty.
There were only two identical gatehouses standing in the air. I was standing under the colorful jade gatehouse, and not far away stood the dark and gloomy black jade gate.
Sitting on the top of the gate tower was a man with pale skin and a misty body. He was looking at her from afar.
His face was not ferocious, but rather handsome, with sparkling eyes, well-trimmed eyebrows, and a very peaceful expression.
Just a glance like this was like a pair of huge eyes of an ancient god or demon looking at her from the depths of darkness. The terrifying pressure from the demon god of the highest realm instantly captured Mu Xue's heart, and Mu Xue was almost instinctively filled with intense fear.
The man chuckled and asked, "Which peak are you from, and who is your master?"
His words came from the unknown, like the attitude of a loving elder towards the younger generation in his school.
Mu Xue gritted her teeth and said word by word, "Xiaoyao Peak, a disciple of Master Changting."
"Changting?" The man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "So it's Xiao Xiao. A child like that is already able to dominate a peak and accept disciples."
"Are you Xu Kun? The one who betrayed the sect back then?"
Xu Kun raised his eyebrows indifferently and raised a pale hand, and thick black smoke suddenly rolled up above the ground.
A strange and disturbing voice came from the void. Countless strange monsters with strange shapes, made up of human and demon bodies, appeared in the smoke, laughing and panting as they quickly crawled towards Mu Xue.
Mu Xue drew out the Wangchuan Sword reflexively. The Wangchuan Sword, which was as bright as autumn water, was now rusty.
She didn't know why she was here, nor could she remember why she was facing such a terrifying and powerful existence.
He could only try hard to suppress his instinctive fear, hold on to the rusty sword, stand straight, and not let himself feel like running away.
A monster with a human face and a horse body ran over first, holding a spear, raising its hooves high, and stabbing the sharp tip of the spear in the air. A figure suddenly appeared, pushed Mu Xue away, and stretched out his hand to block Mu Xue.
It seemed as if the mountains were collapsing and the earth was splitting apart, and the sky and the earth were losing their color.
When Mu Xue woke up, Cen Qianshan had been stabbed in the abdomen and was covered in blood. He fell into her arms.
Mu Xue had never experienced such pain in her life. Even when she was struck to death by thunder, her chest had never hurt so much. Her eyes were glaring, and the world in front of her seemed to have turned blood red. At that moment, she suddenly understood Xiao Shan's pain.
Countless monsters with bared fangs and claws surrounded her from all sides. Xu Kun's misty figure appeared in the air, looking down at her.
"Just use the sword in your hand to pierce your chest. I will save this man's life for you." His tone is still so gentle, as if he is persuading you to take the least painful path.
"You love him deeply, don't you? He is so gentle and affectionate, and treats you wholeheartedly."
"For the one you love, what can't you give up for him?"
He stretched out his pale, cold hand, and held Mu Xue's hand in a gentle, seductive voice, turning the blood-stained rusty sword in her hand upside down, "As long as you are willing to stab this sword into your chest and join my magic sect, I promise that all the pain will end."
Mu Xue looked at the person in her arms, his pale face, his closed eyes, his abdomen pierced and bleeding bright red.
She tightened her grip on the sword facing herself.
The next moment, the rusty Wangchuan sword pierced into Xu Kun's body. Xu Kun's face, which had been smiling gently, froze.
"Why?" He said, "You obviously love him deeply, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to enter the Tao through love and inherit the Joyful Hall."
"I won't die for anyone." Mu Xue let go of the person in her arms, carefully laid him on the ground, and slowly stood up.
She held the rusty sword in her hand and stared directly at the extremely powerful demon in front of her.
"Because I already know the pain that those who were left behind have to endure." Her hands no longer trembled, and her fearful eyes regained clarity.
"I won't let him experience this kind of pain again. I will make myself stronger and use my own strength to make him feel at ease from now on."
“If not, I only ask that we die together on the battlefield.” She thrust the Wangchuan sword, which had been freed of its filth and became as clear as autumn water, into Xu Kun’s body with all her might.
Xu Kun looked at the sword in her hand with an expression of disbelief, and his body condensed from smoke began to disintegrate in front of Mu Xue.
Under the brilliant colorful jade gate, the last remaining image of the demon disappeared without a trace.
Mu Xue opened her eyes and found that she had just had a nightmare. Her heart was pounding. She was still in that warm and familiar house.
Snowflakes were falling quietly outside the house. The faint candlelight shone on the messy bed. The person he loved was lying beside him, sleeping soundly.
His sweat-soaked hair stuck to his slender neck. The muscles on his shoulders and back were smooth and beautiful. Those inappropriate marks were evidence of his excessive bullying last night.
Fortunately, it was all just a dream.
Mu Xue lowered her head and kissed his neck softly and wetly.
Cen Qianshan's earlobes slowly turned red.
"you're awake."
"I just had a dream." Cen Qianshan said with his eyes closed.
"What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that I died in your arms." He turned around, opened his eyes, blushed, and then gently kissed Mu Xue's forehead, "Don't worry, I will never let my death be so ugly."
Mu Xue looked up at him in surprise.
"I want to be someone who can put your mind at ease at any time." His eyes gradually became firmer, with a little starlight, "Before I think about dying for you, I will first learn to make myself stronger."
"I will make myself stronger and become someone you can be proud of."
Mu Xue looked at him and suddenly remembered what her uncle Lou Xuelin had said when she first came to the Demon Spirit Realm.
"The so-called dual cultivation partners need to have equal cultivation, similar personalities, similar interests, and be able to remain faithful to each other for thousands of years."
It is truly an opportunity that can be encountered but not sought after.
I finally met this hard-to-find person.
Outside the yard, Shan Xiaojin and Xiao Ya sat in the yard bored and watched the snow all night.
"When do you think the two masters will come out?" asked the little girl.
"From the sound of it, I feel like they don't want to come out yet."
Qianji was holding a pen and writing and drawing in its little notebook.
"What are you recording?"
"This is a human behavior research report I did myself," Qianji wrote, poking his head with the pen, "Only by fully understanding the various human behaviors can we better understand the master's intentions and become an excellent and outstanding puppet."
It looked at the latest sentence it had recorded and sighed, "I used to think my master was a wild wolf on the ice field, but now I realize that he is just a wolfhound. A milky and sweet one at that."
Xiaoya raised a finger and said, "As far as I can remember, 'dog' is a name humans use to insult people."
Shan Xiaojin: "No, I remember loyal dog, male dog waist, these words are used to praise men."
Qianji and Xiaoya turned their heads to look at it together, "What kind of books do you usually read?"
At this moment, a soft bell rang outside the yard.
"Someone knocking on the door?" Qianji stopped writing and ran out in the snow to open the door.
Outside the gate stood a woman in gorgeous clothes holding an umbrella. She respectfully handed over a gold-stamped name card, "Please, Mr. Cen, please do me the honor of coming."
When she bent down and bowed, a beautiful but dull face appeared from under the rain. It turned out that this woman whose behavior and words were very human-like was also an artificial puppet.
"I guess Mr. Cen is busy." Qianji replied.
"Mr. Cen, please do us the honor of coming." The woman could only maintain a stiff smile and kept repeating this sentence.
"Got it. I'll pass it on to you." Qianji took back the invitation and closed the door.
In the bustling market of Fuwang City, Lin Yin squatted in a herbal medicine store, looking at the dazzling array of medicinal herbs, and was so amazed that he could hardly move.
"Oh my god, what is this? Red fruit? Why is red fruit sold by the pound?" She whispered to Ding Lanlan, "In our place, ten spiritual stones may not buy one good quality one. Ah, I feel like I'm going to get rich."
"Boss, boss!" she shouted, "Give me one jin of red fruit. No, give me ten jin."
"Oh my god, Lanlan. Come and see what that is. Linglong flowers. Linglong flowers cost one spirit stone each, but here they cost fifty spirit stones. And they are carefully placed in a jade box."
"Oh my god, Lanlan..."
"Okay, okay." Ding Lanlan reminded her, "Take it easy, don't spend all your money, at least leave some money for food and hotel accommodation for the next few days."
She herself was overly excited at the material shop yesterday and emptied her wallet. She worked overtime all night and made two small magic weapons that were not available in the magic world. She sold them in the store in the morning. That's why she didn't miss lunch.
Her wallet was empty at the moment, and she wasn't very interested in medicinal herbs, so she just accompanied Lin Yin for a stroll.
"What is this?" She pointed at a strange plant in a glass cover and asked the waiter beside her.
"You are probably from another place, and you haven't seen one of the special plants in Fuwang City." The waiter said politely, "This thing is called the Lustful Willow. Although the name is not very nice, it is actually not particularly harmful. It just has some spiritual energy. When it grows up, any person or demon that gets close to it will be entangled by its branches, and it will be tickled and teased in various ways, making it difficult to break free."
Ding Lanlan was looking at the thin willow branches that looked like tentacles with curiosity.
A graceful and charming woman walked to her side in very standard steps, bowed, and handed her a gold-embossed name card.
"Please come and enjoy the view."
"Me?" Ding Lanlan pointed at herself. "Is it for me?"
"Yes, please come and enjoy the view."
The beautiful puppet bowed again, mechanically repeating the words in its mouth.
"This is the puppet of the Jin family. It was posted by the head of the Jin family himself. It's incredible." The waiter on the side saw it and became much more respectful. He explained to her, "You may not know that in Fuwang City, almost all the public flying instruments and large puppets you can see are mass-produced by the Jin family. They are the most financially powerful family here."