Lin Huai watched helplessly as his hands, still in seals, fell to the ground.
On the broken wrist, blue flames were burning, curling and spreading towards him.
Lin Huai rolled on the ground desperately, but there was no way to extinguish the flame.
Originally with his Immortal Emperor's cultivation level, even Di Ming Jue couldn't easily hurt him.
But now his cultivation base is rapidly regressing, and he can't even resist this small flame.
The pain of burning his viscera and soul made him unable to even utter the words to beg for mercy.
Suddenly, Lin Huai saw a familiar figure standing in front of him, looking at him indifferently with lowered eyes.
"Xiao... Jiu... Xiao Jiu... Xiao Jiu, is that you?"
"Xiao Jiu, save second brother... help me..."
Han Chujiu looked down at him from above, without any emotion on his face.
Lin Huai's nose was so painful that tears flowed all over his face.
He struggled to crawl towards Han Chujiu, and stretched out his severed hand that had been burnt to the bone, "Xiaojiu, second brother didn't... didn't mean to harm you. I... I want to... I want you to be with Wan'er... really..."
"All these years, Wan'er has been... been waiting for you, we all feel right... sorry for you... ah!"
"Xiao Jiu, forgive second brother, please save second brother!"
Han Chujiu lowered his eyes and said, "Lin Huai, do you think I didn't know what you did back then? Actually, I knew all about it. Those nine old bastards took pleasure in torturing me, and they thought it was just for me to suffer the torture of the criminal law." It's not enough, so let me hear with my own ears how you sold me and Wan'er to the devil just to survive."
Lin Huai's cries for help stopped abruptly.
He stared blankly at Han Chujiu with blood-red eyes, as if he didn't know the person in front of him.
The appearance of Han Chujiu in front of him was about fifteen or sixteen years old, he looked like a young boy, very similar to the energetic appearance when they first met.
So Lin Huai recognized the person at a glance.
But at this moment, Han Chujiu's eyes are so cold and strange.
There is no longer the intimacy and trust that the two once had when they sworn to each other.
"After I came out of Jiuli Temple alive, I wanted to take Wan'er away forever. But Wan'er chose you as my brother."
"The [Bi Shan Huangquan Curse] is my own willingness to let Wan'er cast it on me. Because I know that if I don't get this almost unsolvable [Bi Shan Huangquan Curse], you will never let me go. And I would rather Even if I die, I don’t want to stay in the same place with you again.”
Han Chujiu closed her eyes, and the little ripples in her pupils caused by memories dissipated like water ripples.
"It's not that I didn't think about killing you at all costs, and even destroying the entire Jiuli tribe."
"However, Wan'er doesn't want you to die. She regards you as the most important family member in this world. She doesn't even want your reputation to be stained in the slightest."
"I fell in love with Wan'er. Even if she chooses to abandon me and help you, my brother, I don't want to go against her heart and make her sad."
Han Chujiu smiled lightly.
There is no trace of resentment, pain and unwillingness on the face, only the indifference of the passage of time.
For this relationship, Han Chujiu has long since let go.
For the former elder brother and the former lover, they have become strangers in the cold and lonely day after day in the Palace of Medicine King.
"Lin Huai, I used to hate you extremely, but now I only feel sorry for you."