Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

"Logically speaking, Mu Yun should have woken up by now, right? Ahhhh it hurts, uh uh it hurts, it hurts..."

Jiang Tingwan sat on the bed holding the wine jar, stretching her neck to look outside again and again. Because the movement was too strong, her tendons were pulled and she started to beat her muscles in pain.

In order to maintain the best performance state, Jiang Tingwan sat in one posture for so long that even his buttocks became numb.

Suijiu's patience in waiting to watch the show gradually faded: "Maybe your tactics of playing hard to get are not working?"

Jiang Tingwan thought about it unconfidently, "That doesn't make sense! When he wakes up and sees so many medicines, he must pretend to thank me, right? Those are top-grade elixirs, given to me by the head brother!"

Jiang Tingwan's heart bled at the thought of wasting so many elixirs if the plan failed.

"I read……"

Sui Jiu shook his head and was about to say something when he suddenly woke up, stood up and looked outside the house, then disappeared from Jiang Tingwan's sight as quickly as possible.

Jiang Tingwan, who had long been accustomed to Sui Jiu's disappearance, immediately realized that Mu Yun had finally arrived. He then hurriedly took the jar of wine in his arms and took a few gulps, and then poured some on himself and around him.

Then he got off the bed and sat directly on the ground, leaning his back against the bed, pretending to be drunk.

"Master! I am here to thank you for the medicine you gave me today. If it weren't for you, I would have died in my room."

Mu Yunzhong just stood respectfully in the yard and did not enter the house. Jiang Tingwan did not want to call him in directly, so he could only ignore him and then threw a jar of wine directly on the ground, making a loud noise.

"master?"

Mu Yunzhong's brows twitched slightly, and he called out tentatively, but there was no response from the room, only a faint smell of alcohol coming from the room.

If he had heard such a noise on ordinary days, he would have stood respectfully in the yard to avoid touching the woman's demons again.

But today was different. In the past two days, Jiang Tingwan's behavior seemed like a different person, and he couldn't wait to confirm why she made the change.

So he pushed open the door cautiously, but was greeted by the smell of alcohol in the room. He saw Jiang Tingwan sitting on the floor beside the bed, with empty wine jars lying on the ground around him, and he looked drunk.

"Master?" He called her again, and the thought from not long ago flashed through his mind again, "Why did you drink so much?"

After all, the only thing that could make her give up her practice and drink so much alcohol could be the backlash from her practice, right?

He walked closer to the woman in the room step by step, his posture gradually changing from humble and cautious to a kind of excited chill, just waiting for Jiang Tingwan to reveal the slightest flaw.

"You're here?" Jiang Tingwan raised his head somewhat drunkenly.

Mu Yunzhong's hands behind his back also mobilized a faint blue spiritual energy, "Master has always been obsessed with the practice of Sanyuan Jue. He drank so much wine today, but what happened..."

"Wooden line?"

"What?" The three drunken words unexpectedly interrupted Mu Yun's lifelong energy.

"Why can't I forget it after all these years?"

Jiang Tingwan was complaining to himself, and a tear fell from his eye for a moment. He then wiped it away bravely, stood up by grabbing the edge of the bed in pain, and asked word by word without stopping.

"Since you left with her, why did you come back? Why did you hand over your son to me? What is this? Who do you think I am?"

At this point, Jiang Tingwan rushed over and grabbed Mu Yunzhong by the collar, asking him over and over again: "What do you think of me? It was you who said you would marry me? It was you who made me think we would be a lifelong companion, but what about you? It was you who said you were leaving, and it was you who came back and made me miserable! What am I to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slapping sound, and a slap naturally landed on Mu Yunzhong's face.

Mu Yun, who was already confused by this questioning, turned back in bewilderment, but was stunned when he saw Jiang Tingwan's tearful face. The murderous intent that had just arisen in his mind gradually disappeared at this moment.

Jiang Tingwan's performance continued. He covered his face in pain and turned around, secretly saying proudly: A man who is three-tenths drunk can trick you into tears. A woman who is seven-tenths drunk can act until your heart is broken. This slap is your return of the knife I stabbed you with.

So, Jiang Tingwan raised her tear-stained face again, feeling extremely sad, and let go of her hand.

"Forget it! Why would you care? I am just an insignificant person abandoned by you...whether I cry or laugh, whether I am sad or happy, why would you care?"

After saying that, Jiang Tingwan turned around and walked towards the wine jar beside the bed. As he walked, he said with a bit of resentment and reflection: "Do you know that your son is actually very well behaved? No matter how I treated him over the years, he always regarded me as his master. Yesterday, he even wanted to save me with his own life?"

"But his only mistake is that his face looks too much like yours. Every time I see him, I think of the past. I remember how you left me alone at the wedding banquet, making me the laughing stock of the entire Xuan Realm. And you gave birth to a child with another woman during that time... Tell me, what was your mentality when you handed him over to me..."

"Why? Why do you treat me like this?"

Jiang Tingwan sat among a pile of wine jars, leaning against the bed with tears in his eyes, and was silent. Mu Yun, who had been standing there for a long time, was stunned for a long time.

Although he had known the reason why Jiang Tingwan tortured him, this was the first time he heard her talk about this painful memory so directly.

He approached her and squatted in front of her, calling out again tentatively: "Master?"

Jiang Tingwan heard a change in his master's tone. Compared with the two times he spoke before entering the room, his tone was less tentative and hostile.

"master?"

It was not until he called her again that Jiang Tingwan slowly opened her eyes. However, the alcohol she had just drunk was taking effect, and her eyelids became heavy, and even her cheeks turned slightly red.

But I feel thrilled and excited in my heart.

Because she saw the results in Mu Yunzhong's eyes, he was moved!

So it's time to end this drama.

"It's you?" Then she pretended to recognize Mu Yunzhong and sat up straight as if nothing had happened.

"Master recognized me?" Mu Yunzhong's tone was a little doubtful, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Tingwan seemed to be doubting something.

Jiang Tingwan covered her forehead guiltily, avoiding his sight, but couldn't help looking at his expression through her fingers, and quickly asked, "Why are you here?"

Mu Yunzhong then bowed his head slightly and said, "Thank you for the medicine given by Master during the day, I came here specially to express my gratitude to you."

"No need!"

Mu Yun finally raised his eyes slightly and once again set his gaze on her.

Jiang Tingwan's cheeks gradually became hot. Perhaps he had enjoyed the performance just now and couldn't help but drink a few more sips. Now the alcohol was taking effect and he felt dizzy. He had to remind himself in his heart to finish the rest of the scene before he passed out.

She immediately tried to stand up and sit back on the bed, but she staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, Mu Yun finally supported her in time.

Jiang Tingwan was a little surprised, but still pulled her hand out of Mu Yunzhong's hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and turned her head away, pretending not to be seen by Mu Yunzhong, and waved her hand, "Go back! I want to be alone."

Mu Yunzhong was startled, but after staring at Jiang Tingwan for a moment, he lowered his head and replied, "Yes, Master!"

He stepped back step by step, bending his body. When he turned around, Jiang Tingwan seized the opportunity and called out to him, "Yun Zhong!"

Mu Yun finally stopped and was about to turn around when she stopped him, "You don't have to turn around!"

Jiang Tingwan looked at his back, his eyes a little blurry from being drunk, but he still said in an extremely sincere tone: "Over the years, Master has been immersed in the past... It was not until yesterday that I realized that I might have done something wrong... If everything starts over again, can you forgive Master?"

Mu Yunzhong frowned slightly and glanced behind him subconsciously. A complex doubt arose in his heart. Before he could think of how to reply, he heard the voice behind him coming in time.

"You don't have to reply!" After a pause, "Just go ahead!"

Jiang Tingwan waved his hands again, which relieved Mu Yunzhong's helplessness at the moment, and he really walked out of the room without looking back.

It was not until his back disappeared from sight that Jiang Tingwan dropped his acting attitude and stood up excitedly, clenching his five fingers: "We've got it!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the whole room began to spin, and with a bang, Jiang Tingwan fell drunkenly on the bed!