Hearing this, Luo Jinxiao stepped forward, his slender figure squeezed straight into the middle of the men, and asked with a smile: "I want this girl."
Seeing that the good things they had in their hands were about to be snatched away by others, the men cursed and reached out to push Luo Jinxiao, but were accidentally grabbed by a slender hand on the wrist.
The one who caught him was a woman, wearing a colorful red dress, beautiful and seductive, with her long hair tied loosely behind her back. Although her fingers were thin, their strength was surprisingly great, making it impossible for him to break free.
Several men stood there in a daze, not daring to say a word.
Xiu'er dared to open her eyes only then. When she saw Luo Jinxiao, her clear eyes suddenly widened. She knelt on the ground, took a few steps, and hugged Luo Jinxiao's legs. Her tears flowed like a spring, washing her dark face into white grooves.
Luo Jinxiao felt sorry for her, so he grabbed her arm and helped her up.
"Okay, okay, okay. But you're a step too late. The monster has already been bought by the people before you at a certain price." The man in the bamboo hat said with embarrassment.
"That is, we have already..."
The men had just finished speaking when they felt a chill on their backs and stopped talking in embarrassment.
"No matter how much money they paid, I will pay half more." Luo Jinxiao's tone was gentle, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"Two, twenty taels." The man held up two fingers.
Luo Jinxiao nodded, then turned around, moved closer to Qu Weiyin, and smiled: "Junior Master, lend me some money."
Qu Weiyin looked at her reproachfully, then took out a few silver ingots from her sleeve and handed them to Luo Jinxiao.
They brought Xiu'er into an inn, fetched water for her to wash, and after an incense stick of time, Xiu'er timidly knocked on the door.
Luo Jinxiao and Qu Weiyin looked at each other, pushed the door open, and saw that Xiu'er had already changed into clean clothes, her hair still wet, hanging behind her.
Although she had a demonic aura, her eyes were still clear, bright, innocent and penetrating.
Qu Weiyin took a step forward, put his hand on her forehead, and the light golden spiritual power flowed into her body, examining it carefully.
"It's a half-demon." Qu Weiyin was slightly surprised and turned to look at Luo Jinxiao.
"Half-demon?" Luo Jinxiao frowned, leaned forward slightly, and looked into Xiu'er's eyes.
Half-demons were originally human beings, but became monsters due to acquired opportunities. Such examples are extremely rare.
"Where is the tree demon?" Luo Jinxiao asked.
It would have been better if she hadn't asked. This question was like breaking a dam. Tears soon filled Xiu'er's eyes, and she cried like rain, wetting her brand new clothes.
Her knees suddenly went weak in front of Luo Jinxiao, and she murmured something. Fortunately, Luo Jinxiao was quick-witted and failed to make her kneel down.
The two of them neither understood sign language nor could they understand her speech like the tree demon, so they could only piece together the whole story through fragmented gestures and drawings.
Originally, after they left that day, they lived in seclusion in the mountains and lived a dull life. However, someone later broke into the forest to kill monsters and insisted on capturing them. Xiu'er was injured, and the tree monster spit out its inner elixir to her. It was then captured and disappeared.
Xiu'er was crying as she spoke, her voice was very miserable, and anyone who saw it felt sad. Luo Jinxiao couldn't help but look at Qu Weiyin, but saw that her eyes were still like a pool of deep water, without any ripples.
Luo Jinxiao concealed the sadness in his eyes, reached out to pull her, and asked in a low voice: "Little Master, what should we do now?"
"Demons and humans, demons and immortals, in the eyes of the world, one is good and the other is evil, and neither will have a good ending." Qu Weiyin suddenly said with a cold tone.
When Luo Jinxiao heard this, it was as if a huge rock was thrown down in his heart, and it sank to the bottom.
Qu Weiyin turned around as if to leave, but paused, turned back, and strode to Xiu'er, his eyes hard and cold, and said indifferently: "You have demonic energy and you don't know how to use magic. You are the target of many immortal cultivators. We can only save you once, but we can't save you every time."
"If you want to see her alive again, trust us," she said.
Xiu'er wiped away her tears, pursed her pink lips, and nodded heavily.
Although she is a weak woman, she looks exceptionally resolute at this moment.
Qu Weiyin's eyes finally softened. She opened her palm and a small paper bag appeared, emitting a faint golden light.
"This is a demon-catching talisman. Come in and I will ensure that you will not die."
Xiu'er looked at Luo Jinxiao, then at Qu Weiyin, took a deep breath, took two steps forward, and her body turned into a faint white light and disappeared into the paper bag.
Qu Weiyin looked at the paper bag, thinking for a while, before putting it away.
"Let's go." She said, turning around and trying to leave.
Luo Jinxiao thought back to what she had just said, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She suddenly took a few quick steps, stood in front of Qu Weiyin, and closed the door with a creaky sound.
Qu Weiyin suddenly stopped, raised her eyes, and looked at her coldly: "What are you doing?"
Luo Jinxiao pressed his body against the door, feeling the hardness behind him, and asked, "What did Junior Master say just now? What did you mean?"
"Nothing." Qu Weiyin avoided looking at Luo Jinxiao.
"Why do you talk about demons and fairies?" Luo Jinxiao's attitude had never been so tough. She grabbed Qu Weiyin's wrist and asked softly.
"I said it's nothing. It has nothing to do with you." Qu Weiyin said lightly, turning around to avoid Luo Jinxiao's sight, but she didn't expect to be pulled by her and turned around in a circle.
Her scarlet skirt spread out around her ankles like red waves.
Qu Weiyin seemed a little annoyed again. She raised her head and glared at Luo Jinxiao: "Let go."
"I won't let go." Luo Jinxiao said quickly. She suddenly unbuttoned her black coat, took it off, revealing the flowing dark green dress underneath.
"You are..." Qu Weiyin's face turned red, and her spiritual power suddenly overflowed, knocking Luo Jinxiao out. Her pair of phoenix eyes were misty and drooped, and her black eyelashes swayed up and down like a cattail leaf fan.
When Luo Jinxiao saw her like this, thunder was rumbling in his heart.
"I don't mean anything else. I just want to tell you that I have never taken off the clothes you gave me for five years. Could it be that you really don't understand anything?" Luo Jinxiao's eyes were red. Her almond-shaped eyes were shining with the light from the window, like ripples in clear water, full of sadness.
After hearing this, Qu Weiyin looked up suddenly, as if she couldn't believe her ears.
"You, what nonsense are you talking about." At this moment, both her mind and heart became a mess, and she couldn't make sense of her thoughts.
She thought she had kept her feelings well hidden, but she didn't expect that after being provoked by her, they would come out like a mist.
She, a person who had lived for thousands of years, was actually caused to be splashed by Luo Jinxiao.
"I'm not talking nonsense, Junior Uncle-Master, can you please turn around and look at me?" Luo Jinxiao's voice became lower and lower, almost with a pleading tone.
"Look at me, I really miss you day and night, and you just said you miss me, could it be..."
"This is not the same thing." Qu Weiyin suddenly interrupted, she took a deep breath, and said sternly, "Get out."
Luo Jinxiao looked at her breathtakingly beautiful face and felt as if a piece of cold water had been poured over him. He shivered with cold.
During the five years she spent in the mountains, she saw the love that the Sect Master had for Zhao Zhao and finally understood her own feelings. In her heart, Qu Weiyin treated her just as Zhao Zhao treated the Sect Master.
Perhaps this feeling had already been there, when Qu Weiyin saved her, when Qu Weiyin looked at her, when Qu Weiyin
When Yin shed tears, when Qu Weiyin died.
She had thought about it a long time ago. If she could get down from the mountain one day, she would definitely express her feelings, no matter what Qu Weiyin became.
For this reason, she practiced very hard day and night, fearing that she would not be able to catch up with her or protect her.
"I don't." She said coldly.
"Get out!" Qu Weiyin said harshly. Her face showed pain. She covered her heart with her hands and took a deep breath.
Seeing that Luo Jinxiao did not react, she suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Luo Jinxiao's collar with one hand, and pressed her against the door. Her eyes were cold, and a small knife appeared in her hand with a flash of golden light.
"Do you know what I will become? Do you know how vicious I am?" She said word by word, with the tip of the knife across Luo Jinxiao's neck. "Don't think that just because you saved me, you can say anything ridiculous."
Luo Jinxiao raised her head to avoid the tip of the knife. She looked at Qu Weiyin steadily and whispered, "I know."
How could she not know that he died at her hands in his previous life.
"But I also know that you are the best junior uncle in the world." As she said this, she suddenly burst into tears.
Then she closed her eyes and turned her face away, exposing her slender white neck completely to Qu Weiyin.
Qu Weiyin's hands were shaking so much that she couldn't hold the handle of the knife. Luo Jinxiao's profile looked like it was carefully carved, with every stroke just right. It was very different from five years ago, yet it seemed there was no difference at all.
She finally grew into a graceful beauty, and just a few words from her were enough to make people's heart beat faster.
Qu Weiyin loosened his grip, and the knife fell to the ground with a clang, then turned into golden light and disappeared.
"I can give you anything, my life, my body, I will give you whatever you want." Qu Weiyin said in a low voice, like an exhalation, a faint sweet fragrance lingering around.
"But I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to live well."
After she finished speaking, she pulled Luo Jinxiao over, opened the door, and then pushed her out.
"Let me rest here tonight. I'm tired," she said.
The door slammed shut in front of him. Luo Jinxiao staggered a few steps before he stood firm by holding onto the wall.
Her eyes were somewhat empty and desolate. She looked at her fingertips, let out a low sigh, then stared at the door for a while, turned and left.
In the evening, at a roadside tavern, various people gathered here, most of them were independent practitioners without any gang or sect, they clinked glasses and laughed loudly.
A woman in blue was sitting in the corner of the tavern, drinking the wine in a bowl in big gulps. After finishing the bowl, she put the bowl on the table with force and said, "Fill it up."
The well-behaved girl with long brown hair beside her nodded righteously and picked up the wine jug and filled it up.
Coming and going, doing their job conscientiously, without saying a word.
After three rounds of drinking, the table was a mess of cups and plates, but Luo Jinxiao still wasn't drunk. She felt even more upset. She often heard people say that drinking can help to relieve sorrow, and she finally tried it this time, but she couldn't get drunk
She still didn't believe it, so she raised her hand and ordered three more jars of girl's red wine.
Qiongqi had been drinking for the whole night and got annoyed, so he simply pulled out the cork and placed the jar in front of Luo Jinxiao.
"Why are you bullying me too?" Luo Jinxiao felt very aggrieved. He lifted up the jar of wine and drank it down.
The woman was drunk late at night, which attracted many men with bad intentions who wanted to talk to her, but they were all picked up and thrown aside by Qiongqi. Only then did Luo Jinxiao finish drinking three jars of girl's red wine in peace.
Not at all drunken.
She was a little confused today, but she was too full to drink any more. She held onto Qiongqi's shoulders and walked towards the inn step by step.
"Sweetheart, what do you think I should do?" she muttered.
"Why is Junior Master Uncle unwilling? Does she still think I'm too young? But I'm not small either." Luo Jinxiao looked down at his chest aggrievedly.
Only then did she feel her head was hot and she was somewhat drunk, but this drunkenness was far from enough to relieve her sorrow.
Qiongqi let out a howl.
"Speak human language."
"Small." Qiongqi said.
Luo Jinxiao was speechless for a while. She pushed Qiongqi away and walked forward with big strides. She quickly returned to the inn and paced in front of Qu Weiyin's door.