The years I was in the human world

"What do you mean?!" Lu Zhouxue looked at Yaoguang warily, as if he was unwilling to believe her words, but at the same time he was doubtful. He was hesitant and shaken.

"Xuefeng, you must be feeling very uncomfortable now, right?" Yaoguang said as she pressed down on Lu Zhouxue's bulging belly. As expected, she heard the latter's suddenly heavier breathing. She smiled with satisfaction, "You are in a very bad state. You must be very surprised, right?"

"What do you want to say?" Lu Zhouxue's current big belly was a trick created by Qinghe. He actually didn't feel anything at all, but he still cooperated with his pale face, and with a weak breath, he interacted with Yaoguang and pretended to be nice to her.

"Hahaha, don't you know yet?" Yaoguang laughed softly. She poked Lu Zhouxue's bulging belly gently with her sharp nails and reminded her hypocritically, "If it weren't for the help of Kong Que, we wouldn't be able to give you this thing in your belly."

"Stop talking nonsense, I have never treated her badly, she--" This was something that Lu Zhouxue could not get over until his death in his previous life, so even when he was acting, he couldn't help but express some sincerity at this moment. He had never been able to figure out when exactly Peacock began to harbor murderous intentions towards him.

"Nonsense?" Yaoguang looked at him with more pity. She let go of Lu Zhouxue and stood up. She wiped her hands casually with a handkerchief, looked down at him and said, "Compared with Zhu Huang, even if you have never treated her badly, how much weight do you have?"

“Don’t look at me like that. I’ve met Ye Yunzhou and have dealt with Zhu Huang for more than a hundred years. That girl is more like her father. She didn’t care when they were alive and she likes to spend time on the dead.” Yaoguang said half sarcastically and half with a sigh.

She and Lu Zhouxue did not have any deep hatred, and she wanted to take his life just for the sake of his divine bones; as for Yu Zhao, she had no grudge against him either, but when she was young and naive, she fell in love with a man she shouldn't have loved, and she did whatever it took for that man.

Today, Yaoguang is still high and mighty, but she understands more clearly that in the childish competition with Zhu Huang, she did not actually win. Ye Yunzhou is not a good person, she is just the choice he made after weighing the pros and cons.

Now that Zhu Huang is dead and gone, she has come to her senses. Be it Ye Yunzhou or anyone else, the only thing worth caring about and fighting for is absolute power.

At this time, she also looked down on Lu Zhouxue. He was half-demon and also a man. She didn't think he was any different from other heartless people. But apart from these prejudices, she also despised Peacock, who inherited Ye Yunzhou's despicable qualities.

"You are like Yu Zhao, you value friendship and loyalty, but you are also a little soft-hearted, so you both got your heads broken and bloodied." Because of Lu Zhouxue's pitiful pity for Kong Que, Yaoguang rarely changed her opinion of him, but this little bit of goodwill was not enough for her to show mercy, "Take him to the front hall, it's almost time."

Lu Zhouxue was dragged to the front hall by the two men brought by Yaoguang. At that time, Kong Que had already arrived and was sitting quietly in his seat. When he saw Lu Zhouxue being brought in, he just glanced at him lightly, his eyes sliding across his bulging belly, and then he lowered his eyes to drink tea.

The position she sat in was a little off the beaten track, and she didn't seem to be taken seriously, but it was definitely not the treatment a prisoner deserved. It was clear that what Yaoguang said was true. Lu Zhouxue was surprised to see Peacock's indifferent expression, because he knew that Peacock had abandoned him long ago.

If she had the chance to do it all over again, she would still make the same choice. People are all made of flesh and blood. Lu Zhouxue still felt a little unhappy, and the disappointment he pretended on his face seemed much more genuine. Naturally, Yaoguang was happy to see his reaction.

The superior woman sat at the head of the banquet, watching her subordinates stuff Lu Zhouxue into the black iron cage that had just been delivered, which could completely seal off her cultivation. Then she turned the topic to the silent peacock: "After all, he raised you for a few days. Why didn't you say hello?"

"If feeding it a few meals and leaving it in an empty room without any care can be considered as raising it, then I should indeed say hello." The peacock stood up from his seat, picked up a plate of food, walked to the cage, and put the food in through the gap in the cage, his posture was very much like feeding livestock.

Although it seemed like the Ghost Prince was getting married and entertaining guests today, in fact, it was an excuse to gather all the monks for a meeting. Peacock did not know that all the monks who came would become sacrifices to activate the formation. She only knew that she must not leave a negative impression of ungratefulness in everyone's mind, which would be very detrimental to her future cultivation of party members.

Therefore, what she said was really against her conscience. Even Lu Zhouxue, who had long been disappointed in her, couldn't help but look sideways, and then met Kong Que's cold but ambitious eyes. He couldn't help but whispered: "Aren't you sad?"

Lu Zhouxue's eyes were smoky gray, like a steep cliff covered with a thin layer of white snow, distant and unattainable. But it was these eyes, which were filled with disappointment and confusion like ordinary people's, that suddenly became warm.

Peacock's cold heart suddenly trembled, his retracted hand clenched unconsciously, and a hint of confusion suddenly appeared on his face. Looking at Lu Zhouxue, he suddenly forgot the speech he had just prepared.

In fact, she hadn't seen this vivid face for two hundred years. Kong Que thought absentmindedly that she wanted to become a god and resurrect her mother, but she might have regretted refining Lu Zhouxue's corpse. However, compared with her mother, this regret was too insignificant.

"I've been sad before." Kong Que said softly, as if she was speaking to Lu Zhouxue, or repeating to herself something about not retreating. She looked a little empty, "On every night when I can't find her."

"Really?" Lu Zhouxue slowly tilted her head. He saw a flash of guilt in her eyes, and then he understood everything. He was just something that Peacock had to give up with great pain. In this case, there was no need to show mercy.

Kong Que did not speak again. She closed her eyes, her face twitching unconsciously, as if she was enduring something with difficulty. After a moment, she opened her eyes again, and all the hesitation just now disappeared without a trace. Her face was indifferent again. She said, "Yes, Xuefeng, I don't owe you anything."

After saying this, Kong Que took something out of his bosom, reached into the cage, and then loosened his grip. A pearl hairpin decorated with rubies fell to the ground in front of Lu Zhouxue: "I'll give you back what you gave me."

Lu Zhouxue looked down and soon remembered that this was the hairpin that Yu Zhao gave him in the Dongshan illusion. He had left it with Xiao Fengzhuo at the time, and returned it to Kong Que after he came back, but he forgot to tell her that it was her mother's relic.

Looking at the old things that Peacock took out, Lu Zhouxue thought of another thing.

At that time, he and Xiao Fengzhuo were dragged into the flashback of Dongshan's past by Gongsun Wuyin, but Zhu Huang's hairpin was brought out. Now, because of the Samsara Mirror, they were dragged back to two hundred years ago. Is there any connection between them?

"...Are you the Xuefeng that Uncle Wang likes so much?" Lu Zhouxue's thoughts were suddenly interrupted. Qin Ankuo walked outside the cage and looked at him rudely with an evaluating look. "Uncle Wang is not a superficial person. What is it about you that caught his eye?"

"Maybe it's because I don't covet his demon pill." Lu Zhouxue said in a joking tone, hitting the nail on the head and successfully causing Qi Nankuo to change his expression.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you comment on this king?" Qi Nankuo is usually a low-key, calm and graceful person, but his true colors are always revealed when it comes to matters related to Xiao Fengzhuo. He was made furious by Lu Zhouxue's words.

"Did I hit you where it hurts?" Lu Zhouxue asked back calmly, having already won over Qi Nankuo by 10% in terms of momentum.

The demon king calmed down after being extremely angry. He looked at Lu Zhouxue trapped in the cage and sneered: "It doesn't matter if Uncle Wang likes you. You will die here. In the end, Uncle Wang can only choose me."

Destroying the things Xiao Fengzhuo cares about, leaving him with only himself in his world, is a very vicious thought, Lu Zhouxue thought silently.

His almost all-seeing gaze hurt Qi Nankuo: "This king doesn't like your eyes very much."

Xing Yuan, who always liked to stir up trouble, interrupted and said, "I like it very much."

"Oh? Since the Demon Lord likes it, why not gouge it out and give it to him to play with?" Qi Nankuo said sinisterly, and actually asked someone to get the instrument to gouge out people's eyes.

Yaoguang frowned upon seeing this, but did not stop him. She just gave a symbolic reminder: "Don't overdo it. The time to activate the formation is almost here. Be careful not to miss something important."

Qi Nankuo held a dagger with a curved front end in his hand. When the blade lightly touched his fingertips, bright red blood beads came out. The knife was very fast. He smiled with satisfaction and stared at Lu Zhouxue in the cage with unfriendly eyes.

Qi Nankuo lowered his eyes and saw Lu Zhouxue's bulging belly. A bad idea suddenly came to his mind.

The Heartbreak Gu was something created by their demon clan, and Qi Nankuo knew its characteristics very well. He knew that the Heartbreak Gu was connected to the host's sense of pain, and if it were performed alive, the host would surely suffer excruciating pain.

"It's a pity to destroy such a beautiful skin. I am more curious about what's in your stomach." Qi Nankuo suddenly changed his mind. He didn't want to gouge out Lu Zhouxue's eyes anymore. Instead, he wanted to gouge the Heartbreak Gu out of the latter's stomach.

Xing Yuan also knew about the Heartbreak Gu. Hearing this, he said nothing but smiled, thinking that Qi Nankuo really knew how to play.

Going back to two hundred years ago, even though many things have changed a lot from the last time, some important nodes are still the same, just like he has changed his desperate predicament because of the heartbreaking poison, but he is still imprisoned by Peacock.

Qi Nankuo also harbored ill will towards him and wanted to torture him in the same way as last time, but Lu Zhouxue didn't care about all that, because he was not completely powerless to resist now. What he was afraid of was whether Xiao Fengzhuo would die again in the snowy mountains and in the heavy snow in early winter.

A strange sense of fate suddenly arose in his heart, and he felt as powerless as every time he lost something he could not give up.

"Bring him out." Qi Nankuo said.

The other ignorant cultivators around watched all this coldly. Some were cultivators, some were demons, and some were evil spirits. Some knew Lu Zhouxue, while others were complete strangers. All of them had the same expression of indifference on their faces, and some were excited to watch the fun.

The Heartbreak Gu is not common, and cultivators who are carrying it are even rarer. They also want to see what the Heartbreak Gu grown in this body with divine bones looks like. It is said that it is very painful to remove the Heartbreak Gu. How painful is it?

"Your Highness the Demon King, I have a favor to ask of you." A cultivator spoke, his attitude cautious, but it was undoubtedly bold to speak in such a tense situation.

"Do you want to plead for him?" Xing Yuan's gaze fell on the man who spoke. The latter was born very decent, a defender of morality like Baili Changqing. Apart from this reason, Xing Yuan could not think of any other reason.

"I am not so arrogant as to overestimate my own abilities." The monk shook his head. He bowed respectfully, then stood up and carefully chose his words. He spoke some high-sounding speeches to make himself appear less ugly.

But no matter what he said, he still couldn't hide his hypocrisy: he wanted Lu Zhouxue's spiritual roots.

"You dare to mention the Ice Spirit Root that is one in a million." Qi Nankuo said in an ambiguous tone. His sarcastic words made the cultivator feel embarrassed. The other cultivators nearby looked at him with contempt and ridicule, thinking that this guy really didn't know how to live or die.

But then Qi Nankuo changed the subject and agreed: "If you want it, just do it yourself."

Qi Nankuo said, casually throwing the dagger in his hand to the monk, and lazily returned to his seat, as if he was going to watch the show. Seeing that the monk looked stunned, he knocked on the table in dissatisfaction and frowned, "What are you standing there for? If you want ice spirit roots, go dig them yourself."

After Qi Nankuo finished speaking, he lowered his head and poured himself a glass of wine. His spiritual root was under the heart-breaking Gu. Removing the heart-breaking Gu was already excruciatingly painful. If he removed his spiritual root, he would be crippled if not dead. Even if Xiao Fengzhuo liked him, he would be nothing more than an ant under his feet, Qi Nankuo thought viciously.

The cultivator obtained Qi Nankuo's permission, and seeing that Xing Yuan looked like he was watching the fun, and Yaoguang also had an attitude of indifference, he clenched the dagger in his hand, calmed down his mood and walked towards Lu Zhouxue, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart.

This cultivator's status in the Zhongting is not low, but he cannot be considered a member of the royal family because of his mixed spiritual roots. He relies entirely on his relationship with the Ye family and uses elixirs and spiritual objects to build up his cultivation. If he can obtain ice spiritual roots to make up for the deficiency, he may be able to gain something on the road to becoming a great master.

The monk got into the cage with a knife in hand. Facing Lu Zhouxue who looked at him coldly, he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. His hand holding the knife shook unconsciously. He calmed himself down and said calmly, "What are you looking at? You are just a prisoner. Why are you bluffing?"

Lu Zhouxue hadn't done anything yet when he was pointed at on the nose and spoken to like that. He almost couldn't help laughing, but he still didn't react. While waiting for Qinghe's signal, he was thinking that if he didn't solve the problem and the man in front of him took action, he would not be able to pretend any longer.