My Simping System

Chapter 78: Wrong person

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It's late at night.

The stars were shrouded in a black cloud.

At the bottom of the silent tower, a lonely woman was sleeping on the floor, her body covered in scars and her pretty face covered in dust.

"call-"

She was sleeping peacefully. Although her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

In his brief sleep, he seemed to see the familiar young man in black again.

The woman is Mu Qingxue, the Twilight Saint from Zhongzhou Temple.

However, at this moment, she was in a state of embarrassment, and no longer had the proud posture of the saint in the past.

She opened her eyes uneasily, but she couldn't sleep again.

"Chen Che... where are you."

And while she was resting.

Suddenly, there were bursts of rapid footsteps all around.

Tap tap tap—

Deep roars came from all directions.

Mu Qingxue suddenly opened her eyes and was instantly awakened.

"not good… "

She looked pale.

"Those monsters...are they here again?"

In the dark tower, nothing can be seen, and the situation can only be distinguished through sound.

At this moment, the spiritual energy in her body was nearly exhausted.

The spiritual energy supplement drawn from the spiritual stones has also been quickly exhausted.

In the day and night efforts to expel evil spirits, they have all been used up.

In other words, if you experience a few more setbacks.

Even if Mu Qingxue was not killed by a strange monster, she would soon be corrupted by evil spirits and become a demon cultivator.

Becoming a demon cultivator is actually the best ending, leaving only a dead end.

Roar-

In the tower, the roar of monsters continued to echo.

The strange footsteps were getting closer and closer.

It was already late at night. He had escaped from the Yang Kang Dragon Fish, but he could not escape from this group of monsters for the time being.

Mu Qingxue held her breath and huddled in the corner, holding a long sword in her hand.

"coming… "

Thoughts just arise.

At this time, an invisible strong wind roared.

boom-

Mu Qingxue stood up suddenly and ducked aside quickly.

Taking a closer look, he saw three lion-headed monsters coming towards him.

Without any hesitation, she raised her long sword and stabbed the sharp tip of the sword into the monster's body.

The monster roared up to the sky and howled in pain, causing the tower to tremble and the wind to roar.

It turned sharply and responded with claws falling from the sky.

Swish—

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and in the dark night, only the silver light of the sharp claws could be vaguely seen.

The next moment, there were some blood flowers in the silver light.

Mu Qingxue stiffened, her eyes froze, and she lowered her head slightly.

There were several straight and sharp blood marks on his right arm.

"Well… !!"

Mu Qingxue bit her lips tightly, her face showing pain.

If he hadn't dodged in time, the sharp claw wound might have hurt his heart.

Bangdang—

His right hand suddenly lost consciousness and his palm became weak, so the spirit sword fell to the ground helplessly.

No matter how sharp the sword is, it is useless without its owner.

"Roar… "

The three lion-headed beasts turned around slowly, their huge eyes staring at Mu Qingxue as if they were looking at food.

At this time, the dark clouds dispersed, and a gleam of cold and bright moonlight fell outside the window sill of the tower.

But the heavy shadows of the three lion-headed beasts shrouded Mu Qingxue's face.

This feeling of oppression is simply suffocating.

"Am I going to die like this?"

Mu Qingxue couldn't help but laugh at herself.

As if he was just watching a scene, his consciousness gradually became hazy, and fragments of intermittent memories from childhood to adulthood appeared in his eyes.

She murmured to herself: "Your Majesty... If you want to kill me, why don't you do it directly? Why do you want to humiliate me like this?"

Death at the hands of a monster should be the most tragic among all the saints in history.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly closed her eyes, ready to wait for death.

She was especially afraid of the pain of death, for some unknown reason.

At that time, the cold moonlight shining outside the window sill of the tower was slightly obscured by dark clouds.

The tower was pitch dark again, except for the monster's huge eyes, which seemed to glow slightly in the darkness.

call out-

The sound of breaking through the air sounded again.

Mu Qingxue could already feel the miserable sight of the monster's huge claws piercing through her body, even the blood and bones being shattered.

However, the sound of metal swords clashing was closely followed by the sound of breaking through the air.

Clang!

The monster's sharp claws did not penetrate Mu Qingxue's body.

On the contrary, a slender figure stood in front of her, holding a slender spiritual sword, and stopped the monster forcefully.

Through the faint cold moonlight, Mu Qingxue could see the figure from behind, who seemed to be wearing black clothes.

With his sassy black clothes and slender figure, he looks very familiar.

"Chen... Chen Che? Is that you?"

The words fell.

Then he saw that the long sword had condensed spiritual energy.

Gather the sword intention, draw the sword, and cut with the sword, all in one go.

The cold silver light cut through the night, followed by countless blood flowers blooming from the three lion-headed beasts.

Wow!

A sword separated the corpse of the monster, and the majestic blood spurted out like a flood.

"Chen Che?"

Ye An wiped off the blood on the sword, turned around slowly, with black lines on his face, "Your Highness the Saint, you didn't even hear a word of thanks when I came to save you, so you admitted that I was wrong."

He was not Mu Qingxue's licking dog, he didn't need to worry about his face and etiquette, he immediately took it seriously.

Mu Qingxue was stunned for a moment.

Only then did she realize that she had mistakenly identified the wrong person. She had mistaken the Holy Son, who was above her, for the sinner Chen Che.

Her eyes trembled slightly, and then she slowly lowered her head. While she breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.

"I'm sorry, Lord Holy Son, maybe I'm... a little confused, I'm sorry."

She spoke in a low tone, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to save you, otherwise I would come here to enjoy the scenery?"

Ye An said mercilessly, then called out the storage space, took some medicinal pills and muslin cloth and handed them to Mu Qingxue.

"Stop the bleeding first, then take the pain relief pills and recovery pills, and wait until your spiritual veins and injuries are better."

"You can do this yourself, do you still need my help?"

Perhaps because he was mistaken for Chen Che before, Ye An didn't look happy at this moment.

Mu Qingxue stared at these elixirs, then laughed at herself, shook her head slightly, and said: "Lord Saint, there is no need to bother so much. These... are not necessary."

Ye An wondered: "Why?"

Mu Qingxue spoke calmly and replied: "Your Majesty, I want to die. I have to die."

"This is my burial place."

"Even if you are lucky enough to escape the Sea of Tranquility, where can you go?"

The corner of Ye An's mouth twitched slightly, he thought for a moment and said, "I'll make it clear to you."

"In the past, there were many self-righteous ministers who misunderstood the emperor's intentions. They died inexplicably, committed suicide, or were used by outsiders."

"Why don't you just go and ask... Your Majesty?"

Hearing this, Mu Qingxue was stunned, "How could I ask directly..."

Ye An continued: "She didn't want you to die, so I came to save you."

While speaking, he had already picked up the spirit sword that Mu Qingxue had left behind.

The latter was in a daze again. Perhaps because of the injuries on his body, he felt a little dizzy.

"Then what exactly is your Majesty..."