Wen Hanwei had seen Bai Lian shedding tears of blood over the corpse, and knew that the name Xingwu must have left an indelible mark in his heart.
If he kept it secret at this moment, it would only allow him to investigate randomly based on the ring. It would be better to tell everything so that he could settle down and make his own plans.
There are so many legends and deeds about Demon Prison Yukuna, she only picked the most important points to tell.
Balian was horrified by what he heard, and lamented the arrogance, viciousness, and absolute madness of this man's actions.
After crossing the tribulation level, he dared to assassinate the legendary sword master in the world.
You must know that a large realm is divided into ten small realms. Even in the realm of seeking the Tao, if you are stronger than a small realm of one grade, you can be an undefeated side with absolute suppression.
The three great realms cannot be easily bridged by simply suffering heavy injuries.
Balian believed that even without the protection of the Thirteen Swords, it was absolutely impossible for Yukashi to successfully assassinate the sword master Yu.
With just one Divine Thought Xisao, this Demon Prison Xingwu is afraid that his body will be wiped out.
In the end, if he hadn't been lucky enough to take Young Master Tianxi as a hostage, he might not have been able to escape the judgment of the Righteous Spirit Sword.
"But, is it possible that the person you are talking about has anything to do with me? Why did he use his body consciousness to protect me last night? Xing Wuruo from the Demon Realm is really the person who killed me so cruelly as you said, Sister Wen. Why would you do this kind of self-sacrifice?"
One thing after another weighs on my mind like a mountain, with endless riddles and impenetrable cause and effect.
Wen Hanwei said: "There are only two possibilities. One is that this corpse may not be Maja Yukuna at all. It seems to have been dead for at least a hundred years, but as far as I know, Maja Yukuna was active ten years ago. In the territory of the Jokhang Kingdom.
Nine years ago, he kidnapped the eldest princess of the Jokhang Kingdom and brutally killed her. She was hanged in the imperial city of the capital and let rotten crows peck at her. The cruelty of her methods was undoubtedly uncharacteristic of Xing's usual style. "
Balian frowned: "If he wasn't Xingwu, who could he be? Who killed him and threw him in the Chaotic Valley, and why did he sleep in that black ancient city? What about the ring that represents Xingwu's identity? Will it be on his fingertips?”
Wen Hanwei said: "If we say that he is Xingwu himself, then the second possibility can be established, that is, Xingwu who appeared in the Jokhang land ten years ago is not the real Xingwu at all.
As early as two hundred years ago, he had been killed and hidden in the Valley of Chaos, and the man who is now alive with no identity, with the name of a mad dog, is probably plotting a huge conspiracy! "
Bai Lian was silent for a long time, and finally he chopped off a stone tablet with his Qiushui Sword, stood it in front of the ashes, and carved the four words "Xingwu's Tomb" with the sword's edge.
No matter what, now he only knows that he is lucky.
If you choose one of the two, there is a half chance that he will be lucky.
Compared to the nameless solitary grave, he felt that with a companion by his side, he would not get lost on the road to hell.
"Thank you Sister Wen for telling me this today. I think I know how to go in the future."
Wen Hanwei looked at him deeply and suddenly asked, "Would you like breakfast?"
The topic was changing too quickly.
It took Balian a long time to realize that the 'breakfast' she mentioned was herself.
Balian subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the amount of blood lost in a night of fighting was too much. He didn't know how long he could maintain his consciousness at this rate.
His corpse demon sister once taught him that a corpse demon that keeps itself hungry at all times is not a qualified corpse demon.
Bailian looked at Wen Hanwei and said frankly: "I'm hungry."
Wen Hanwei smiled and lifted her hair from her shoulders, revealing her snow-white and delicate jade neck.
Balian always felt that biting the neck between a man and a woman seemed too ambiguous and intimate.
He regarded Sister Wen as a friend, and his heart that had been chilled by the body of the corpse demon could tell him calmly that he had not even the slightest thought towards Wen Hanwei.
However, the kiss that night always made it difficult for him to let go.
He stared blankly at the long and slender jade neck, and suddenly asked: "Sister Wen, don't you object to me biting your neck?"
Wen Hanwei said: "I've already bitten you when I gave him blood the night before, why should I resist?"
Balian looked at her confused eyes and already knew that she must not know anything about men and women.
Then he said patiently: "It is extremely ambiguous for a man to touch a woman's skin, let alone touching the private part of her neck with her lips."
At this time, the drizzle had no rest.
The drizzle like powdery mist fell continuously on her hair and skin, gathering into droplets of crystal clear water.
They were clearly raindrops from the worldly world, rolling on the skin of her jade neck, but they made her so beautiful that she seemed to have no trace of human smoke.
Like a beauty carved out of ice and jade.
The expressions Wen Hanwei showed were always very light and shallow, just like her, they were light and shallow, as if she could see through the essence under the ice muscles and jade bones at a glance.
She was cold-tempered, but also simple. After listening to Balian's words, she tilted her head slightly.
Looking careless and too lazy to think: "Women? Men? Should we consider these things between us?"
Sister Qingwen, you didn’t regard me as a man at all from the beginning...
Parian's heart suddenly felt weak, and then she heard her say: "I thought drinking blood directly would allow you to eat the freshest and warmest food."
Balian couldn't help but scratch his head: "Sister Wen, I am a man. You always feed me this way. I always feel like I am taking advantage of you..."
He thought for a while: "How about you give me a finger?"
Wen Hanwei lowered her head and glanced at her slender, white fingers. There was not much flesh on them, and the blood would have to be sucked to fill her stomach until the end of the year.
And... can this be delicious with a neck?
She knew that for corpse demons, the blood on the neck was the warmest and sweetest, and it was their favorite place to eat.
But this stupid corpse demon actually cares about human etiquette.
Wen Hanwei helplessly let go of her hair.
Just when Bailian thought she had been persuaded by him and was about to give him a finger, Wen Hanwei reached out and brushed the hair off his shoulders, came closer and nibbled on his neck gently.
It was as if Balian had been struck by lightning. His originally sick and pale face turned slightly crimson due to the warm, moist and soft touch on his neck. The tips of his ears turned red, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid it.
Unexpectedly, Wen Hanwei seemed to have sensed his intention in advance. She stood on tiptoes and dropped the sword in her hand.
The slender, cool palms held the back of his neck unreasonably and forcefully, tightening the force, like biting a steamed bun, and took another bite at the same place.
The teeth were like those of a kitten, without any lethality. They had a hint of milkiness, but they made Bai Lian at a loss.
