Why are you messing with her? Her mission is to bully the scumbag

Chapter 139 When the Female Supporting Character Becomes the Male Lead’s White Moonlight (6)

"This, this is the proof that I am regarded as the God of War of Li Yue!" Ling Jinxing held up the ice-cold Bingpo Sword. The cold light on the sword reflected her cold face, as if every ray of light carried endless mockery.

Luo Li looked at the sword, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, but then she was like a drowning person who had grabbed the last straw, "You...you must be Luo Liyue in disguise, right?" Her voice was sharp due to nervousness, with a hint of hysteria.

"Come with me to see Zhibai now and tell him that you are pretending to be Luo Liyue and that all this is a conspiracy you carefully planned!" She said as she approached Luo Li, her tone full of threats.

Luo Li seemed to have grasped the last ray of hope. She stretched out her hand, trying to grab Ling Jinxing's sleeve, her eyes full of pleading, "You...you can't destroy me like this! No..."

However, Ling Jinxing just looked at her coldly and slapped her in the face. The crisp sound echoed in the room. "What are you dreaming about?"

Then, Ling Jinxing pushed Luo Li hard and pressed her onto the bed. Her voice was low and dangerous, "Is this face your privilege? Tell me, what would you do if I destroyed it? Would you finally face reality?"

Luo Li struggled in fear, but her strength seemed so insignificant in front of Ling Jinxing, "No...don't! You...you dare!"

However, Ling Jinxing just sneered. The next second, she raised her hand, and the cold light of the Bingpo Sword flashed, and it slashed across Luo Li's face. "Ah...ah...my face, my face!" Luo Li let out a heart-wrenching scream, but Ling Jinxing was unmoved.

"The wound caused by the Ice Soul Sword will never heal. So, just enjoy the 'benefits' of not having this face!" Ling Jinxing's voice was full of sarcasm and indifference. After a few strikes from her sword, Luo Li's face had become a bloody mess, and even his original appearance could not be recognized.

Luo Li held her face and cried heartbreakingly, but Ling Jinxing just looked at her coldly, without a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

Finally, Ling Jinxing turned around, a white light flashed, and her figure disappeared again.

Only Luo Li was left struggling in pain on the bed, her cries echoing in the empty room, sounding particularly desolate.

Zhibai hurried over, and as soon as he stepped into the room, what caught his eye was Luo Li's bloody and unrecognizable face.

He was terrified and almost instinctively turned around to run away, but Luo Li grabbed his clothes with such strength that it seemed as if he had grabbed the last straw.

"Zhibai, it's her! The girl we burned to death, she pretended to be Luo Liyue and picked up the Bingpo Sword!" Luo Li's voice was hoarse and desperate, and tears rolled down like beads with broken strings, flowing across the wounds on her face, bringing waves of burning pain.

Zhibai stared at Luo Li quietly with cold eyes, his eyes full of suspicion and indifference.

He kicked Luo Li away mercilessly with all his might. "Luo Li, don't you know that the Ice Soul Sword recognizes its master? If that sword is in the War God Temple, you can't fly in even if you have wings!"

Luo Li was kicked and staggered a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

She struggled to get up again, and crawled back to Zhibai, holding his trouser legs tightly with both hands. "Zhibai, I really didn't lie to you! The wound on my face was caused by the Bingpo Sword. Why don't you believe me?" Her voice was full of pleading and despair.

Zhibai looked down at Luo Li's tearful eyes, but his heart was not shaken at all.

He once again forcefully kicked Luo Li away, his tone cold and resolute, "Enough! I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore. If you really don't know that the War God's treasure will recognize its master, then go find someone to investigate thoroughly. Don't embarrass yourself here!"

After saying that, he turned and left without a trace of reluctance, leaving Luo Li alone, sitting on the ground, crying heartbreakingly.

At this moment, Ling Jinxing was hiding in the dark, watching this scene on the system screen, and couldn't help but sigh in amazement, "As expected, once Bai Yueguang comes back, the substitute is nothing! This Zhibai is really a ruthless man."

The system quietly reminded: [Host, Zhibai has gone to the Temple of War.]

A sly glint flashed in Ling Jinxing's eyes. "Hehe, now we're going to have a good show. Zhibai, ah Zhibai, don't regret it!"

She chuckled and turned away, leaving behind a string of silver bell-like laughter.

On the other side, Zhibai came to the Temple of War God, his heart full of doubts and uneasiness.

He pushed open the door and saw that the Temple of War God was empty. Only the Ice Soul Sword lay quietly on the altar, emitting a faint cold light.

He slowly approached and reached out to touch the hilt of the sword, but was suddenly knocked back by a powerful force.

"What? Do you think that anyone can touch the Ice Soul Sword now?" Ling Jinxing's voice was like ice breaking through the air. He suddenly walked out slowly from the inner door. He was dressed in a red dress that was like fire, but it carried endless coldness.

She raised her hand and gently grabbed it. The Ice Soul Sword, which was originally lying on the altar and emitting a faint cold light, flew steadily into her hand as if pulled by an invisible thread.

The look she gave Zhibai was icy cold, as if it could freeze everything, and even contained a hint of undisguised disgust.

"Senior Sister, I really know I was wrong! I... I know I have done too many ridiculous things in the past. Please give me a chance to reform!" Zhibai's face was as pale as paper. He had never thought that the once gentle and lovely Luo Liyue would look at him with such eyes, as if looking at a stranger.

Ling Jinxing sneered, a hint of sarcasm on his lips. "Wrong? Since you know you're wrong, you should show the proper attitude. Dissipate all your cultivation. This is the lightest punishment for what you did before."

"Senior Sister!" Zhibai clenched his fists, a trace of resentment and anger flashing in his eyes, "Do you have to be so heartless? I am your junior brother, we used to..."

"Don't mention the past to me!" Ling Jinxing interrupted him abruptly, his eyes growing even colder. "Do you really want me to read the third rule of the sect to you? What is the punishment for betraying the sect and betraying the master and ancestors?"

"Or, you don't dare?" She smiled gently, but that smile made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar. "If you don't dare, then get out! Don't let me see you again!"

Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand, and a powerful force surged out instantly. Zhibai flew out like a leaf caught in a strong wind and fell heavily outside the Temple of War God.

Ling Jinxing withdrew his hand and gently stroked the blade of the Bingpo Sword. "See! It was just a mistake in your words. Go! Go and torture Li Yue!"

It will be even more fun when Moye attacks the fairyland.