"Why don't you kill me? Killing me with your own hands is not what you want to do most."
"Kill you, who will I transfer the demonic roots in Jiang Qinghe's body to?" Yan Yun looked at him coldly.
As soon as she finished speaking, she was ready to cast a spell to leave the devil's world.
"Host, wait a minute! Let's go back to the main city of Magic City. There are good things to get there."
Duocai hurriedly spoke. Although he didn't know what the other systems said were good, it shouldn't be too bad.
Her hand froze and stopped, then she took out the spiritual ring and dropped a drop of blood into it.
The spiritual ring suddenly emitted a bright white light, and disappeared after a moment. She probed her consciousness into it, and found a small space, about ten square meters, with a dry pool.
With a thought, Yan Yun brought Song Qingyue into the space, and then looked at Yu Feng.
As if he expected what she was going to do, Yu Feng's eyes dimmed and he couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tightly, "I am willing to use my soul as a sacrifice to release Jiang Qinghe from the contract in his body."
"I just ask you to let me take her away."
When he said this, his expression gradually became a little stiff, and he couldn't help but lower his eyes and his fingertips trembled.
Now, he has to ask for this. The little girl he has never paid attention to is really reincarnation.
"No."
She looked down at him and refused without hesitation, saying solemnly, "I won't believe anything you say."
Yu Feng never thought that she would refuse so quickly, and his expression was slightly stagnant.
Yan Yun forced him to raise his head, looked into her eyes, and said word by word: "You are so disgusting. From the beginning to the end, you have treated Jiang Qinghe as a dispensable tool."
He knew that Yan Yun would agree if Jiang Qinghe's matter was used as a bargaining chip, but unfortunately, she would not believe any of his words.
tool? Yu Feng was speechless, and suddenly laughed, a bit sad, but also full of self-mockery.
Yan Yun forcefully took out the dead Qinghui in his arms, then knocked him unconscious and threw him into the portable space.
She used her spiritual power to dig a hole in the ground, buried Qinghui in it, then turned around and turned into light and shadow towards the main city of the Demon City.
The scenery around them is ever-changing. The main city of the Magic City is no longer as prosperous as in the illusion, and looks even darker in the gloomy world. The remaining blood stains on the ground remind everyone of the tragic battle that happened here.
Following Duocai's guidance, she came to a palace in the Demon Palace.
"Qionghua Palace."
She raised her eyes and read out the name of the palace.
And above the palace gate, there was a human skeleton hanging. A trace of sadness flashed in Yan Yun's eyes, and he raised his hand to put the skeleton into a storage bag.
"Host, it's near here. Check to see if there is a secret passage."
Yan Yun nodded and immediately explored the place.
When she walked to the inner hall, the green bracelet in her hand suddenly lit up and gave off a feeling of warmth.
The next second, there was just a "bang", and the wall in front of her opened on its own, until a secret passage was revealed.
She gently rubbed the bead chain on her wrist with her hand, and then strode into the secret passage.
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Changle Sect.
Because Jiang Qinghe has been living in Yuehua Residence these days, his energy and energy have obviously improved a lot, but his face has become increasingly pale.
The junior sister disappeared again for no reason, and Senior Uncle Wu Yue and Senior Uncle Meng Xuan seemed to be suddenly busy and didn't know what they were doing.
He was lying on the bed. Sometimes he thought it would be nice to die like this, but now he was too tired.
Spring always squats next to him and rubs his hand with her head, as if to say, I am still with you.
Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers outside the window, he had many thoughts and finally fell asleep.
At midnight, a figure quietly appeared in front of the window.
It was Wen Qingyu. He cast a sleeping spell and immediately entered the house, unable to help but sigh.
He knows his body very well. The demonic energy in his body is getting stronger day by day, and it has the potential to attack his mind. Sooner or later, he will become a demon.
In this case, it is better to exchange this contract with him.
It was because he was too stupid, because he blindly believed in his master and Qing Yue, and he harmed so many people. He deserved to end up like this.
Wen Qingyu stretched out his hand in an attempt to peel off the contract in his soul and transfer it to himself. The collision between souls was undoubtedly extremely dangerous, and a slight mistake could endanger his life.
He carefully guided his soul to roam around Jiang Qinghe's soul, looking for the contract.
Finally, he found a golden mark deep in his soul.
Wen Qingyu didn't have time to be happy, so he didn't dare to be distracted for fear of hurting Jiang Qinghe's soul.
He divided the power of his soul into strands and wrapped them carefully around the golden mark. He then pierced his chest and took out a drop of his heart's blood, hoping to forcibly form a contract with it.
Just when he was about to wrap all his soul power around the golden mark, a powerful aura of aggression suddenly emerged from underneath the golden mark.
The aura of aggression swallowed up all the power of Wen Qingyu's soul like glutton. By the time he endured the severe pain to withdraw his soul, his temples were already sweating profusely.
What is this?
Wen Qingyu was a little frightened by the strange power just now. At the same time, he quickly realized that Jiang Qinghe's weakness was not caused by this contract!
On the contrary, if this contract hadn't suppressed that thing, I'm afraid the junior brother would have been sucked dry...
Wen Qingyu seemed to have found his target all of a sudden. He once again led his soul into Jiang Qinghe's soul. This time his target was no longer the golden mark.
He was going to draw that thing out.
In the dim room, Wen Qingyu was dressed in white, shining brightly under the moonlight coming in from the window.
Time passed by, and at the moment when the morning light came out, he finally transferred the strange thing into his soul.
Wen Qingyu felt that thing constantly devouring his spiritual power, eating away at his soul bit by bit.
If he hadn't already cultivated the Golden Core, he would have fallen down in the next second.
Wen Qingyu smiled lightly in Jiang Qinghe's direction, with a bit of relief.
He has been a member of the Changle Sect for nearly a hundred years. Jiang Qinghe was only three or four years old when he entered the sect.
The master didn't know how to take care of children, so he gave the lively and active Jiang Qinghe to him. Sometimes he even had the illusion that he was both a father and a mother... Now, he should atone for his sins.
He reached out and touched Jiang Qinghe's head gently, leaving a few storage bags. After thinking about it, he left his sword. Finally, he left a note on the table and disappeared into the Changle Sect. .
When the early morning sunlight shone into the house, Jiang Qinghe's eyelids moved slightly, and the spring on one side arched his head, making his face itchy.
"Why do I feel so comfortable when I wake up..."
He opened his eyes, a little puzzled, and felt suddenly full of energy, without any of the usual fatigue.
When he saw the things on the table, he walked forward blankly. Why was the senior brother's sword here?
(End of chapter)
