nycdaug Chapter 128 Reason
Chapter 128 Reason
But the sword didn't strike his neck; instead, it landed on his left arm.
The severed limb lay peacefully on the ground, no longer under the control of its body, like a child who had lost its mother, sobbing uncontrollably.
Jian Yunzhou was in great pain, but he didn't make a sound.
He felt that Qingyue hadn't killed him because she still loved him.
His thoughts were clearly seen by Qingyue, who was watching him with a cold eye, and she couldn't help but find it funny.
How can anyone be so narcissistic? It's disgusting, absolutely disgusting.
This is probably what it's like to kick a dog and then have the dog lick your foot instead—it's disgusting.
Qingyue said, "Rather than killing you, I would rather turn you into a human pig, so that you can experience endless loneliness, the feeling of being slowly devoured by darkness. I can't be the only one who has experienced it."
Qingyue was laughing, and her laughter was becoming increasingly eerie.
Jian Yunzhou managed a forced smile, unable to smile because of the pain. But if his forearm hadn't been severed, this smile would have been incredibly ironic.
Indeed, such perverse things are more suited to Jian Yunzhou.
In a daze, Qingyue remembered something else. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.
Having become acquainted, familiar, and in love with a scoundrel like Jian Yunzhou, how could she not know his torturous methods?
A cold glint flashed in Qingyue's eyes, her gaze filled with excitement. She wanted to do to everyone Jian Yunzhou had ever seen her do to others. Who should she do this to? Of course, it was Jian Yunzhou, who loved doing this to others the most.
His pale fingers gripped the sword hilt, making a creaking sound as he strained.
Qingyue plunged the blade of her longsword into the ground about ten centimeters deep, and her forearm and wrist began to move in the air, leaving a graceful scratch on the ground.
The wrist moved faster and faster, and the sword tip got closer and closer to Jian Yunzhou's fingers.
Her breath almost stopped, and a sense of enjoyment rose in Qingyue's heart.
An ordinary person would have pulled their finger away from this scene from the very beginning, but Jian Yunzhou did not. His eyes seemed to be appreciating it, with a hint of joy in his appreciation.
That chilling gaze seemed to say, "See? Qingyue, you're just like me. Admit it, admit it."
The sword blade sliced through Jian Yunzhou's four fingers, and the fingers were severed.
His body trembled uncontrollably from the intense pain; it was an instinct, and even though Jian Yunzhou had remained silent in the face of excruciating pain, he couldn't stop himself.
Qingyue would prefer him to groan a few times to relieve his boredom, or better yet, to crawl or kneel at her feet, and start crying, repenting, and begging for forgiveness, rather than enduring it silently.
Her wrist moved with the sword's edge, slicing half of his arm to shreds.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the scene she wanted.
Jian Yunzhou was really a disappointment, a real disappointment.
"Next is the right upper arm."
Part of his shoulder was also severed by the sharp blade, blood gushing from the wound, making the scene even more gruesome.
But Qingyue still didn't see Jian Yunzhou begging for mercy.
"boring."
After complaining, Qingyue did not follow the original plan to turn Jian Yunzhou into a human pig, but instead plunged a sharp sword into his heart.
Whether you are a cultivator or an ordinary person, the brain and heart are vital parts that support life. Even a slight touch can be life-threatening, let alone piercing them with a longsword.
The joy in Qingyue's eyes had vanished, replaced by indifference.
It's pointless, really pointless. Even if we get revenge, it's meaningless. It's not as meaningful as Jian Yunzhou's plea for mercy.
What she wanted to do was conquer, not kill. Unfortunately, she had already killed them, and it was too late.
She looked down at the familiar person: her former apprentice, her later husband, or perhaps the father of her child.
Regardless of their identities, the two were destined to be close from the moment they met.
Indeed, entanglements are one of the most detrimental things to cultivation. If I hadn't taken on disciples before, none of this would have happened.
After thinking for a long time, Qingyue finally focused her gaze on Jian Yunzhou.
Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and the excruciating pain made him want to scream, but the groan he was about to utter was swallowed back down.
"Yue'er, as long as you stay by my side forever, I will never..."
Before she could finish speaking, Qingyue lost patience and stopped listening.
From the very beginning, she wanted to stay by Jian Yunzhou's side, but her little apprentice was unwilling.
Would someone who truly wants their partner to be by their side forever imprison that partner?
The answer is no. To keep someone, you shouldn't just confine their body, but learn to cherish their soul.
Obviously, Jian Yunzhou wouldn't.
There are always people who don't understand such a simple truth.
When the longsword was pulled out, blood spurted more than two meters high, but not a single drop landed on Qingyue.
It was a clean and pure Qingyue, Qingyue who had not been tainted by Jian Yunzhou's blood.
The ambiguous smile was incomprehensible to Chen An, and to this day, she still hasn't figured it out.
Qingyue clearly hated Jian Yunzhou, so why did she listen to Jian Yunzhou and kill her own master?
The timeline was pulled back to the day of the chaotic battle, and Qingyue felt a thousand disgusts in her heart.
"How did you come back to life? What kind of unethical methods are you using now, like killing civilians or blood sacrifices?"
Qingyue's tone was very calm, but her words were barbed.
During the time she spent with Jian Yunzhou, she told him more than once to stay away from the things associated with demonic cultivators, or he would die without a burial place.
But the person in front of me was playing dumb: "You want to know these things because you care about me?"
As she spoke, Qingyue's meridians were sealed, and her whole body began to stiffen. This only happened when her opponent was much stronger than her.
Qingyue thought to herself, "This is bad."
The child in her arms was then taken by Jian Yunzhou.
"What are you trying to do? Give the real thing back to me. That's my child, it has nothing to do with you."
Jian Yunzhou looked at the enraged Qing Yue with a hint of disdain in his eyes, then gently touched Jian Huanzhen's face with his fingertips.
"What an adorable child, but you're not wrong, this child really doesn't have much to do with me."
Although Qingyue's body couldn't move, she could still roll her eyes: "Good to know, let go of me and the child."
Jian Yunzhou suddenly laughed, his brows furrowed but the corners of his mouth turned up.
After he had finished laughing, he slowly leaned close to Qingyue's ear, blew a breath, and whispered, "Watch me carefully."
Qingyue didn't realize how suggestive the action was; her mind was filled with anger at being teased. She vowed that if she had the chance, she would personally deal with the man in front of her.
Even if she's already killed someone once, so what? She didn't get enough fun last time.
The man looked at Qingyue, clicked his tongue, shook his head, and his facial features began to change slightly.
After the image froze, Qingyue didn't know what expression to make.
Should we be happy that Jian Yunzhou is finally dead, or sad that Honglang is alive?
That extremely powerful and cruel demonic cultivator should have died. She remembered it clearly; it was the first time she became friends with Chen An.
But why, why did he come back to life?
An ominous premonition welled up in his heart. Honglang gave her no more time to think and said softly, "Kill Mingsan, come to Black Fiend Peak to find me. I'll be waiting for you with the child."
Qingyue's eyes seemed to spit fire, but she quickly suppressed it and said in a deep voice, "I am just a cultivator of the Yin-Yang stage, how could I possibly kill a Nascent Soul stage expert?"
Honglang's expression was cold and stern. He placed one hand on half of Qingyue's face and gently stroked Qingyue's ear with his middle finger, saying, "This is not something I should worry about."