Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

Zhao Qing was standing next to the sect leader, so he could see Zhu Baishao's expression more clearly.

After many days of indulgence, her features still retained a charming and seductive look, but her beautiful eyes were cold and silent, like a gentle stream frozen under thin ice.

She became the winter moon, still bright but no longer gentle.

Zhu Baishao's gaze lightly swept across Zhao Qing's face, with a strange look as if she was looking at a stranger.

Zhao Qing's heart suddenly ached, as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand, and the taste of rust in his throat became more and more severe.

When he did that, he was prepared for Zhu Baishao to hate him, but he was willing. As long as his sister always cared about him, hatred would not matter.

but!

He couldn't accept the way she looked at strangers!

Zhao Qing's heart ached so much that his limbs twitched involuntarily. Even though Yin Wu Yue almost killed him just now, it didn't make him suffer so much.

"Sister... Sister, I was wrong. I loved you too much, so I was bewildered for a moment... Sister..."

"Bewitched? So you want to lock me up and keep me as your own?"

Zhu Baishao's voice was indifferent, without a trace of ups and downs, but it made the people present change their expressions.

The sect leader looked at the woman in snow-white clothes, who seemed to have not changed at all, and yet seemed to have changed in every way. There was heartache in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel resentful towards Zhao Qing, his favorite disciple.

Forbidden?

Zhao Qing clearly remembered the previous tenderness and happiness. He seemed to be still immersed in a spring dream from which he would never wake up.

In that dream, he and Zhu Baishao seemed to have a true mutual understanding, like a close pair of partners, clinging to each other and only having eyes for each other.

With the help of the Immortal Drunk, he could keep her under his control and have sex with her day and night. In this way... wouldn't his sister be his...forbidden fruit?

Did he want to do that? Did he want to drag the moon completely into the mud?

Zhao Qing stood there in a daze. He covered his mouth, his eyes gradually became moist, and his whole body was shaking.

"No... No, sister..."

"Sister, can you please listen to me and let me explain it to you slowly?"

Zhao Qing looked flustered and spoke in an excited tone, but he still couldn't come up with his so-called explanation.

There was no other reason. He did this only because he was unwilling to be an outsider forever. He wanted to have a deeper bond with Zhu Baishao.

"Zhao Qing, I should have discovered it earlier. Your cultivation progress is too fast. Your inner demon is really incredibly powerful..."

She seemed to have found a reason for her younger generation, who had always been gentle and well-mannered, to suddenly do such an immoral thing as imprisonment.

Zhu Baishao slowly passed the effect of the Immortal Drunk, and the spiritual power in her body became obedient again, so she stopped in mid-air, and the Broken Snow Sword obediently returned to her hand.

The almost transparent sword tip pointed at Zhao Qing for the first time.

"elder sister!"

Zhao Qing didn't know whether to collapse or be happy for a moment. In Zhu Baishao's heart, he seemed to still be the little boy he was back then, and she blamed all the crimes he committed on his inner demons.

But only he himself knows how he killed his inner demon.

Moreover, even when his inner demons bewitched him, he never had the idea of ​​locking Zhu Baishao up and entangled with her day and night...

The two strands of long hair on Zhao Qing's temples were stained with his own blood, sticking wetly to his face. Blood flowers also bloomed on his blue clothes. He looked like a piece of jade that was about to break.

"Sister, there is no inner demon... I am the one who is obsessed and possessed..."

"You know what? From the first time I saw you, I kept you firmly in my heart... I refused to be your disciple, but I forgot that my uncle is also in the order of human ethics!"

"Sister... I know the method I chose is wrong, but if I don't do this, when will you take a look at me?"

"I have been in love with my sister for many years..."

Then all he could say was confession and apology. He endured the pain and tried to get closer to Zhu Baishao, but was fixed in place by Zhu Baishao's cold and disgusted gaze.

She seemed unable to suppress the disgust she felt for the person in front of her. The cold light of the Snow-Breaking Sword flashed, leaving a bloody mark on Zhao Qing's body.

It's just that her strength has not fully recovered yet, and the scars left are not too serious, with only a thin layer of frost.

"Don't make me regret saving you."

Compared to the sword wound, Zhu Baishao's words were the dagger that truly pierced Zhao Qing's heart.

"elder sister!"

The cry was shrill, like a cuckoo crying blood, but Zhu Baishao seemed not to hear it.

The sect leader listened to the whole thing and understood the development and changes of Zhao Qing's feelings for Zhu Baishao. His eyes were a little red and he sighed in his heart.

The word "love" can cause great harm to people.

Yin Wu Yue, who had been silent all this time, had already silently restrained his monstrous demonic energy, leaving only the heavy pressure. Behind him, there seemed to be a giant black dragon in the sky distorting the space.

After Zhu Baishao stopped paying attention to Zhao Qing, he slowly approached and in an instant, he was in front of her.

"My lady, I'm here to take you home."

"Family?"

Yin Wu Yue had just seen Zhu Baishao's attitude towards Zhao Qing, and guessed that he would not be treated well either. But when he really met her icy eyes like a cold pond, his heart still ached.

"Miss..."

"Shut up! Don't come over here!"

Zhu Baishao knew clearly that she was no match for Yin Wu Yue, so this time she didn't even think of attacking him. Instead, she put the sword to her throat while facing the unprepared and even horrified gazes of several people.

"Miss!"

"elder sister!"

"Bai Shao!"

All three of them were horrified.

"do not move!"

Zhu Baishao still looked at Yin Wu Yue coldly, and put the blade of the sword close to her neck as if in a protest. She could even feel the broken snow cutting her delicate white neck.

Using your own life to threaten others is actually a very stupid thing to do.

But she did it, and the person she threatened accepted the threat and stopped where he was.

A layer of thick gloom filled Yin Wu Yue's dark eyes, "My wife, come home with me."

"I told you to shut up! Everything that happened in the illusion was controlled by you behind the scenes. I won't take anything to heart. But a great demon king wouldn't be so caught up in the act that he can't get out of it, right?"

At this time, Yin Wu Yue didn't pay attention to what Zhu Baishao said. His eyes were always fixed on the wound on her neck caused by the sword, and he felt very distressed.

"I am indeed the master of the illusion, so I can remember what you looked like in every life... I am the one who knows you best."

He took advantage of the moment when Zhu Baishao was distracted, and the chain formed by the surging demonic energy that he had prepared for a long time tightly wrapped around the Broken Snow Sword, preventing Zhu Baishao from hurting himself.

Yin Wu Yue was afraid of hurting Zhu Baishao, so he was very cautious when the demonic chain was contracted.

He waved his sleeves, and a huge water mirror appeared in the sky, which began to display what happened in the third life of the illusion.

It seemed as if he wanted to take Zhu Baishao to recall everything that had happened, and let her recall every detail that made her fall in love with him.