The night wind suddenly became stronger, sending chills all over the body.
Xihe lay on Shaoheng's back, all kinds of eyes falling on her, including disbelief, disappointment, indifference, malice...etc.
Bai Ling'er snorted coldly: "Shaoheng, did you hear that? She is a vicious and despicable woman who digs out other people's hearts, pubic fields, and veins just to live for herself. She takes advantage of you and lives a carefree life without knowing it. How pitiful the people she hurt were."
She had long disliked this bitch who was clinging to Shao Heng. If it hadn't been for her, Shao Heng would have followed her back to the sect and been with her.
Simply, she was lucky. She originally wanted to find her family members and use them to threaten her to leave Shaoheng. Who knew that so many secrets were dug up layer by layer!
"In order to rely on you, she teamed up with Mr. Hua to deceive you, and the whole family left Yunzhou City. They have long known that you are highly talented and can cultivate immortality. She is a selfish and vicious person, and she does not deserve you to be so kind to her!"
There was silence everywhere, Master He retreated to the background, and Cheng Fan went from shock to disappointment to disgust.
He knew more about the inside story than Bai Ling'er. In other words, the reason why Shaoheng gave his heart to Hua Chang was because she was deceived by her, and she not only wanted his heart, but also wanted his Dantian, muscles, and body bones!
He knows Shaoheng's talent better than anyone else! In order to get all this, this woman actually calculated like this!
She has been pretending, watching them working hard for her every day, maybe she is laughing at them, right? Laugh at them for being stupid and unable to see her true face!
"Shaoheng, you can't be soft-hearted anymore!" Cheng Fan's eyes turned red.
As long as he thinks about the kindness he treated her in the past, he will feel sick and nauseated. She is not worthy of Hua Chang!
Shaoheng lowered his head, as if he had lost his soul. Cheng Fan became even more angry when he saw this: "Hua Shang, come down! Don't touch him! Otherwise, don't blame me for treating you..."
Xihe did not let go of Shaoheng and stroked the young man's face: "Shaoheng..."
He subconsciously opened his face, and Xihe's hand froze in the air.
He lowered his head and knelt on one knee, feeling a bone-chilling coldness all over his body.
"Is it all a conspiracy? Fake?" The voice was hoarse.
Xihe's heart sank a little bit: "Yes."
She had indeed been plotting against him, his sincerity, and how much patience he had with her, and these could not be faked.
Suddenly, a strong force lifted her up and hit the ground. She coughed and stood up, but her neck was held by a hand. Shaoheng's eyes were scarlet: "You lied to me! You have been lying to me!"
Xihe opened his clear eyes and shed tears quietly: "It's true to lie to you, but I am also true to you."
Shaoheng twitched his lips coldly: "What is true? How true? You calculated it from the beginning, right?"
Xihe was speechless. After all, she had to take the blame for the original owner, so she just said: "Shall we go back?" It was windy here, and they were monks. But she, a mortal, couldn't bear it.
"Go back? Haha, where are you going back to?"
He raised her face with sad eyes, "What else do you want from me? Dantian? Cultivation? I'll give you this body?"
Fake, all fake! The redemption he thought was a lie, the dependence he thought was a lie, and her statement that she wanted to be with him forever was also a lie... He laughed louder and louder, and the spiritual energy around him began to riot.
His eyes were scarlet, and looming lines appeared on his face, neck and arms. Everyone began to feel that something was wrong.
Cheng Fan panicked and rushed over: "Shaoheng, what's wrong with you? Stop, stop!"
A strong gust of wind blew him away, and violent demonic energy surged out. Everyone in the Wan Yao Sect was shocked.
"Devil, he is a demon! Miss, leave quickly!" Bai Ling'er was shocked, how could it be, how could it be a demon?
Xihe felt the most uncomfortable at this time. Not only was her neck being pinched, but her heart was about to beat, as if it was about to jump out. The pain was so painful that she almost shed tears.
She stretched out her hand with difficulty: "Shaoheng, calm down, don't be impulsive, uh." She could hardly breathe.
Shaoheng's body was filled with demonic energy, his breath was trembling, and he seemed to have lost his mind.
Xihe smiled bitterly. She knew that the situation would be bad when the truth came out, but she didn't expect it to be so bad. She was obsessed with it.
Forget it, she thought.
Grabbing his hand and putting it on his heart: "Take it away. From now on, no one will owe anyone else when we go away."
If she was still alive, she might be able to meet again. If she died, she would just go directly to the next world.
At this moment, the young demon king who had lost his mind saw determination and relief on his snow-white face. In an instant, he felt so distressed that he couldn't breathe. He subconsciously let go of his hand and retreated.
Cheng Fan took advantage of this moment to pounce on him, but was choked hard, like a dead fish unable to struggle.
Xihe was able to breathe, lying on the ground and gasping for air. When he saw the scene in front of him, he moved over.
Cheng Fan struggled: "Let's go!"
Xihe held Shaoheng's hand, opened it, and put it on his heart - Shaoheng shook it off and kept retreating. His whole body fell into a painful struggle, with reason and madness constantly torn apart.
Xihe couldn't help but laugh. It turned out that he still couldn't bear it.
Xihe took a deep breath and dug out the heart with his bare hands under Cheng Fan's shocked gaze.
The heart is crystal clear, shining brightly in the night sky, flying towards Shaoheng like a swallow returning to its nest, putting it into his heart to make up for the shortcomings.
Xihe fell to the ground, his whole face pale. He looked at the ghosts who came out to cause trouble and screamed as their strength increased due to the return of the heart, and turned into demonic energy that was absorbed by Shaoheng and became a tonic.
It was tragic to hide for so long before finding an opportunity, only to die all of a sudden.
But this thing... she had seen it several times, and it should have been obtained by Shaoheng when he killed the Taoist.
"Hua Shang, you..."
Cheng Fan was speechless for a moment.
Xihe glanced at her and said without any strength: "His identity has been exposed and he can no longer stay in the world of immortality. You take him to the devil world."
Of course Cheng Fan knew this, and as a brother, although he was surprised by Shaoheng's identity, he did not reject it. Even if she didn't say it, he would do it, but...
"What about you?" He was confused now, what on earth was she doing? Wasn't it for the heart, but now...
Xihe felt the life gradually draining away, and simply lay on the ground: "I'm fine, you can go, don't worry about me, someone will pick me up." She chuckled, "How can a person like me die? Bar?"
Cheng Fan: ...hesitated for a long time and finally nodded.
But facing Shaoheng, who had completely lost his mind, he didn't know what to do.
Although he is now half-step Nascent Soul, he is still unable to compete with a demon with a god-demonic body.
Xihe sighed: "Stay away."
Cheng Fan subconsciously ducked away, and the next second, a chilling aura surged out of her body.
His eyes almost widened as he watched Xihe simply raise her hand, and an extremely powerful force appeared on her fingertips. With a slight tap, Shaoheng fainted immediately.
Cheng Fan: "..."
Xihe lost all his strength: "Let's go!"
Cheng Fan lifted Shaoheng without hesitation and disappeared from sight.
The night was cold and the monsters roared in the deep forest. Xihe was lying alone on the ground, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he closed his eyes completely.
After an unknown amount of time, a pair of straw sandals slowly walked up to her and stopped.
(End of chapter)
