Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Hearing this, Jiang Tingwan felt even more aggrieved, "What do you mean? I have spent so much time and effort these days to make medicinal food for you in various ways, but it is not as good as this bowl of black stuff?"

"If it weren't for your kindness..." If Jiang Tingwan was kind, she would have no way to resist being beaten or scolded, but if she complained or quarreled, Sui Jiu would get excited and said seriously, "No, if you two hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have to eat these things at all. You also found ways to drug me. If you had told me this earlier, I would have drunk this without hesitation."

In just a short while, the man and the fox started quarreling in front of Mu Yunzhong. This scene became more frequent since their health began to improve, and now he has slowly gotten used to it.

"Who knew you would rather drink medicine than soup? Why are you so hard to guess? If you were as obedient as Mu Yunzhong, would I have gone through so much trouble?"

"Is the point to be obedient? I said I don't need it, but which one of you listened? Now my hair smells like medicine."

"If you say so, I'll wash it for you now."

"Ah~" Sui Jiu screamed and started running.

Jiang Tingwan started to grab Suijiu all over the room, preparing to give her a soaking wet bath.

A man and a fox jumped up and down in the house, quarreling as they ran.

After running a lap, I was so tired that I lay down on the bed.

"Take a break, you've eaten too much." Jiang Tingwan stopped chasing halfway. She hadn't eaten so full in a long time, and it had to be Mu Yunzhong's cooking.

The fleeing little fox also stopped and fell beside her, agreeing, "Take a break."

The sudden commotion suddenly calmed down. Mu Yun, who was sitting at the table, smiled, stood up, cleared the dishes on the table and was about to go out.

Jiang Tingwan immediately sat up and said, "Let me do it."

Mu Yunzhong said, "You guys take a rest, I want to move too."

He left after he finished speaking. Jiang Tingwan rarely chased him out. Instead, he looked at the door for a long time before lying down and asking, "Did you tell him everything?"

She actually heard everything while she was cooking.

Sui Jiu didn't care. "Are you hiding anything from him? It's the same whether I tell him or not. It's better to save yourself some pain."

At this point, Sui Jiu still felt it was not worth it. He stood up and jumped onto Jiang Tingwan, looking at her. "But you really missed the best opportunity. Although you kept him, the longer you stay here, the more variables there will be. You are gambling with your life, do you know that?"

Jiang Tingwan spread his arms and lay flat on his back, saying calmly, "When have I not gambled with my life?"

Sui Jiu frowned, knowing that it was useless to say anything, so he lay down as well, still unable to understand, "Do you like him so much?"

Jiang Tingwan: "I like it, I like it very much."

"I would be happy if the time of parting was delayed by just one second."

They have been here for a month. Time passes very slowly in the courtyard, and it is so quiet at night that one can hear the chirping of crickets in the fields and the sound of leaves being chased by the wind across the rice fields.

The hands that were washing dishes in the kitchen slowly stopped, and the next moment, the dishes that had just been washed were thrown behind him, but were dodged by someone and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Your Highness?"

"I finally found you!"

There were tears in Qinglan's eyes. It was the excitement of seeing the only hope after wandering for half a lifetime, and the relief of regaining what had been lost.

Jiang Tingwan and Sui Jiu rushed out as soon as they heard the noise.

Just then he saw the person appearing in the kitchen. Qinglan's gaze swept across Jiang Tingwan at the door and the red fox beside her. A dark light flashed in his eyes, and then he went straight towards Mu Yunzhong. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed his throat and went around behind him.

“Your Majesty, Qinglan knows he was wrong. It was Qinglan who mistakenly believed Wen Bumian’s words, which put Your Majesty in danger and forced you to abandon your cultivation. But please believe that Qinglan will definitely find a way to help Your Majesty repair his profound veins and return to the realm of the heavenly rank.”

She spoke words of loyalty, but the movements of her hands threatened everyone.

Jiang Tingwan didn't dare to move, because Mu Yunzhong's meridians were now broken and he had no cultivation at all. If Qinglan wanted to take him away by force, not only would Mu Yunzhong be unable to resist, but he might not be able to stop him either.

I can only comfort her with words: "Qinglan? Calm down first, let's talk it over."

"I have nothing to say to you."

Qing Lan didn't even look at Jiang Tingwan, but looked carefully at the person he had captured, "Master, I clearly saw you, and Wen Bu Mian also promised me that he would wake you up, why don't you remember me?"

Her words were illogical and even her expression seemed a little off.

The restrained Mu Yunzhong lowered his eyes, his expression indifferent and distant, "You are indeed only loyal to one master. But from the beginning to the end, you have been wrong. I have always been Mu Yunzhong, not Nangong Xiu."

Qing Lan shook her head and shed tears: "No, that's not right! You clearly left behind the Dustless Pearl, you clearly didn't die, you clearly survived in another person's body."

Her tears were tears of sadness and grief, but also tears of unwillingness and obsession. For her, the Dustless Pearl was her hope of seeing her master again. She firmly believed in this hope for a thousand years.

Jiang Tingwan saw Qinglan's tears and knew that she was in great pain at the moment. Why did she think Nangong Xiu could be resurrected? Why did Wen Bumian firmly say that Nangong Xiu was dead? Why did the Dustless Pearl make the entire cultivation world so afraid?

The appearance of Qinglan forced her to once again face the world that was developing on its own. In the stories after she stopped updating, what exactly did the Wuchenzhu represent?

“Is the Dustless Pearl really Nangong Xiu’s golden elixir?”

She asked Qinglan this question.

Qinglan finally looked at her, obviously thinking about the same question.

Jiang Tingwan suddenly understood. The doubts were explained at this moment and gradually connected.

She asked again: "Or let me change the question. Who told you that the Dustless Pearl can bring Nangong back to life?"

Qinglan's face changed several expressions in an instant, as if she had thought of something, and the hand that was strangling Mu Yunzhong's throat loosened a little. Jiang Tingwan took the opportunity to flash forward, grabbed her hand, and rescued Mu Yunzhong.

Qinglan reacted and transformed into sharp claws, which scratched Jiang Tingwan's shoulder the moment he swung them. It was this move that caused a blue light to flash in Mu Yunzhong's eyes. But before he could do anything, Jiang Tingwan stood in front of him and slapped Qinglan.

Qinglan saw the dark blue pupils. Although it was only for a moment, she was surprised and shouted to Mu Yunzhong, "Master."

Jiang Tingwan was ready for battle, but Mu Yunzhong held her back, stepped forward, and revealed his dark blue pupils from an angle that Jiang Tingwan could not see, and said to Qinglan:

"Have you seen clearly? I am not Nangong Xiu. You have used me over the years, and I have also used you. I know better than anyone whether there is a second person's consciousness in the Dustless Pearl. Qinglan, I don't care about the past anymore, but in the future, I will definitely not be your master."

Every word he said was like an execution, dealing a heavy blow to Qinglan's already shaken mind, causing her to retreat again and again.

"No! No." She looked straight at Mu Yunzhong's dark blue eyes. The second pair of pupils she had seen was also his.

Her master died long ago.

"Master!" She shed tears helplessly like an abandoned pet, but the person in front of her was so strange that there was not a trace of familiarity.

After a cry of pain, Qinglan could no longer bear it and turned into a white fox and fled the yard.

Jiang Tingwan didn't expect Qinglan to leave like this, and her question has not yet received a definite answer.

"Are you okay?" Mu Yun finally turned around, and the pupils in his eyes had returned to normal.

Jiang Tingwan glanced at the scar on his shoulder and waved his arm casually.

"This is just a minor injury...hiss...I'll be fine after a rest." Jiang Tingwan continued to be stubborn, "I am the only one in this courtyard who has cultivation. This minor injury is nothing to worry about. We didn't fight just now. If we really fought, she would not be my opponent."

The cultivation of this body has recovered to the late stage of the lower heaven level. This is the first time for her to play such a must-win game. If she hadn't taken Mu Yunzhong into consideration, this claw would definitely not have been able to catch her.

Mu Yun didn't listen to her in the end. He pulled her into the house. As soon as they entered the room, he pushed her to sit down on the edge of the bed and went to find the medicine he had used before.

As soon as she picked up the medicine, she saw Sui Jiu, who had been following her all the way, standing next to Jiang Tingwan. As if he had thought of something, he picked her up and walked out.

Sui Jiu was confused: "What do you mean?"

"Apply the medicine." He replied somewhat indifferently.

Sui Jiu: "Just go ahead, why are you carrying me?"

Mu Yun finally raised her a few points and asked, "Can you help her apply medicine?"

Sui Jiu looked at his claws and shook his head.

"Can you help?"

Suijiu shook his head again.

Mu Yunzhong said coldly: "Then you can go out."

After saying that, he put her on the ground at the door and closed it.