This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"Long time no see... Brother, you have changed a lot."

"Yeah...long time no see..."

Murong Ziqiu sat in the hall of Hedao League, looking at An Ling, who was sitting on the main seat and whose temperament had changed drastically, with emotion in his eyes.

Today, An Ling is still dressed simply, but her original azure clothes have been changed into navy blue. The dark color, coupled with the serious expression on An Ling's face, makes Murong Ziqiu deeply aware that An Ling has grown up, or in other words, "changed" a lot. She no longer has the childishness she once had, and instead, she is calm and composed, as if everything is under control. However, Murong Ziqiu cannot be happy.

Because his junior sister is not happy at all now, and neither is he.

They have all been assimilated into the world to varying degrees, and the part of themselves that belongs to them is slowly being changed.

To break and reorganize a person's freedom and nature and reshape them into another more "universal" character is like throwing a live fish into a blender, and then using the mashed fish paste to knead it into a "fish" again.

Yes, it is still a "fish", but it no longer represents life.

In the past, An Ling only wanted to travel around the world and learn some skills from the sect along the way, but she didn't expect that she had already been plotted against by the two "heavenly ways". The so-called coincidences were nothing but the inevitability of fate.

Her life can be said to have been predicted, so what else can she look forward to?

Now, An Ling only wants to do her best to protect those poor people who are struggling between the two chaotic forces and light a bright light in this dark world during her lifetime.

Regardless of whether this result was calculated or happened naturally, An Ling didn't want to care, because she wanted to do this herself. She would not deliberately "rebel" and live against her own wishes just to go against God.

What is the purpose of living? Just to make your life go your way.

But Murong Ziqiu obviously did not have the same mentality as An Ling. He was like the live fish thrown into the blender, and now, he had become fish paste.

Murong Ziqiu has really changed a lot. It can even be said that he is a completely different person now.

Now he has disheveled hair and is untied, his clothes are messy and worn, and even stained with blood. Judging from the fabric, such coarse brown cloth is only worn by poor people. Murong Ziqiu has always lived a rich life, so how could he wear such clothes?

Seeing An Ling's eyes lingering on his outfit, Murong Ziqiu smiled bitterly, pulled his clothes and said to An Ling: "I took this dress off a dead person."

"What happened?"

Murong Ziqiu took a deep breath and shook his head slowly, saying: "I had fought with the Futian Army at the Changhen Plank Road before, and later..." He stopped talking halfway, which aroused An Ling's curiosity. She carefully recalled the information collected by the Hedao League, and instantly understood the reason for Murong Ziqiu's silence.

"The criminal general Liu Cheng from Changhen Cliff surrendered to Yan Tianfang of Futian Army during the battle, which led to the fall of Bailu City." This information was released by the official Daxuan.

Let's take a look at the news circulating in the black market: "The guard of Changhen Cliff abandoned the dark and joined the light to kill the monks, and the people of Bailu City welcomed Futian with food and drink."

The latter one looks like the title of a storytelling, and actually it is.

All this was because Hu's plan was so foolproof. He had been spreading news favorable to the Futian Army among the people through storytelling, vernacular novels and other propaganda warfare methods at an early stage, making the people yearn for this ancient organization that has gone down in history.

Finally, gather every chess piece in the decisive battle, form a force and slay the dragon!

"Brother, you... are the cultivator on the Everlasting Sorrow Cliff?"

Murong Ziqiu smiled bitterly and replied, "Yes, I am the big villain! I am the evil cultivator who is stubborn and against the human race!"

"Liu Fang said that I ate humans and that I am a thoroughly evil cultivator."

"But I didn't, I really didn't."

"He said that all the immortal monks who came out of the Shiwan Mountains were so strong because they had eaten humans, including me."

An Ling's heart was suddenly troubled. Could it be that Murong Ziqiu had also been in the Shiwanda Mountains with Li Feiling and the others before?

"An Ling, do you believe me?"

Murong Ziqiu looked at An Ling steadily, trying to see different emotions in her eyes.

As long as there is a trace, as long as there is the slightest bit of distrust, then there is no need for him to make himself miserable here.

An Ling was silent for a moment.

Murong Ziqiu smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, even you don't believe me."

He stood up, turned around and left.

An Ling's calm voice sounded behind him: "Brother, in terms of feelings, I trust you absolutely, but I am also the leader of the Hedao League. I must be responsible for everyone, so in terms of reason, I hope to give you a chance to prove yourself to the world."

"Why do I have to prove myself? Those who wrongly accuse me should produce evidence!" Murong Ziqiu said angrily.

He had been holding this matter in his heart for too long, so long that he was almost swallowed up by the malice of the world and really fell into the evil path.

"Because we are on the right path, and because good people deserve to be pointed at with guns." An Ling said calmly, which was a little scary.

Although Murong Ziqiu didn't know what a "gun" was, he roughly understood what An Ling meant. He looked at An Ling in disbelief, as if he had just met this junior sister for the first time.

"It's easy to dirty a piece of paper, but it's very difficult to keep it white." An Ling continued, "Even if you kill all the people who wronged you, so what? There will still be countless people talking about you behind your back, combining their own imagination with reality, and fantasizing about the 'truth' that suits their imagination. Brother, what will you do then? Kill everyone in the world?"

"You...you are too extreme..." Murong Ziqiu didn't expect An Ling to speak so extreme, which made him so angry that he had no place to vent, and he strangely calmed down.

An Ling took a sip of tea and continued, "Clarification is necessary. You can't say that you are upright and have nothing to fear, and that you don't care if others throw dirty water on you. Time will prove everything. After we die, how will future generations evaluate our achievements? Aren't they all based on historical materials handed down? And these written materials were also written by people. We must leave a fair truth to future generations."

Murong Ziqiu sighed and nodded, "I believe you. I have always known that Junior Sister is the smartest among us. You have set up the stall of Hedao League under such difficult circumstances. What reason do I have not to believe you?"

"Thank you." An Ling nodded seriously and replied, "I really appreciate your trust."

"We are all Canglan's people, why should we be so formal?" Murong Ziqiu said.

This sentence reminded An Ling of Li Feiling who visited her a few days ago. She couldn't help but sigh. She said to Murong Ziqiu, "Brother, you can ask Brother Lin for help with all matters concerning the Hedao League. As for the clarification, there is no rush. You can take a rest for a night first."

"how about you?"

"Me?" An Ling laughed, "I'm going to fight."

"Are you going alone?"

"of course."