Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Mu Yun finally remembered Qinglan's condition last night. He seemed a little out of control, as if he was stimulated by something.

"I'll go with you." Although his cultivation had been wasted, he couldn't bear to let Jiang Tingwan go alone.

"No, I can go by myself, don't worry..."

"I'm worried." Mu Yunzhong interrupted her directly and emphasized seriously, "You and I both know Qing Lan. We all know how obsessed she is with Nangong Xiu. I'm worried about you waiting here and doing nothing."

Jiang Tingwan saw the look in his eyes and couldn't persuade him after all, "Okay, let's go together."

When Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yun finally came out of the house, the little fox in the yard gave them a cold look, then turned around angrily and pointed its butt at them.

Jiang Tingwan felt guilty and ashamed, and didn't dare to bring up what had just happened. She could only use a tracking spell to target the evil spirit that remained in the kitchen yesterday.

With Jiang Tingwan's current strength, as long as there is a trace of demonic power left, it will not be difficult for her to track her.

Soon, a faint purple demonic power appeared in the air, pointing in one direction.

Sui Jiu noticed the two's movements and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Chasing the monster." Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhong replied at the same time.

Yuxiao appeared again, Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhong stood on it, and flew into the air along the purple silk thread.

"No, you really don't care about me." Sui Jiu followed behind, feeling angry and annoyed. She had never seen a host like Jiang Tingwan. Xinhai wouldn't let her in, and wouldn't call her when he went out. In the end, she had nowhere to go, so she could only stay on Jiang Tingwan's hairpin, which could be considered a residence.

They thought Qinglan was hiding in the mountains, but they didn't expect that the final destination of the tracking technique would be on the busy streets in the city.

The familiar streets, the familiar stage, the familiar scars of the storyteller, his injured arm wrapped in gauze and hanging around his neck, his face bruised and swollen, but he still told the story of Nangong Xiu with great excitement.

But this version is different from all the ones he has told before.

"Sir, you are so injured, do you have to tell this story?"

This city is very small, so small that most of the people walking on the street are neighbors. They may not see each other today but may see each other the next day. Therefore, most of the people listening to the story in the audience are familiar with each other. Seeing that the storyteller was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak, I felt heartbroken.

"That's right, sir. Actually, we can tell this story later. You should go back and have a rest."

"Yes, go back and rest."

Seeing that everyone was about to leave, the storyteller raised his eyebrows and hurriedly tried to keep them, "Please don't leave. This story..." He bent over, stretched out his healthy hand to cover his mouth, and whispered, "I really have to tell it. Please give me some face and stay to listen. I won't charge you today."

His breathing was a little unstable, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured, but he still tried his best to stay.

The people in the audience looked at each other in confusion, but still sat down.

When Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhong came over, they saw Qinglan sitting indifferently in the crowd. He looked lost and no emotion could be seen.

Even the arrival of Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhong did not elicit any reaction from her.

It was not until the wake-up stick on the stage was struck that Qinglan's gaze fell on the storyteller, and he became somewhat spirited.

"Just now we talked about how Nangong Xiu, who could understand animal language, saved a fox that had already awakened its intelligence." The storyteller's breath weakened, and he looked confused. "This fox has been cultivating for a hundred years and has already awakened its intelligence. It is only a step away from transforming into a human. To ordinary people, it would be regarded as a monster, but Nangong Xiu regarded it as a friend..."

"The years in the mountains are long. A man and a fox have been living together like this for several years... As the saying goes, a favor will be remembered for a thousand years, let alone this life-saving favor... The fox demon saw that he was practicing on his own without a system..." At the end, the storyteller finally ran out of energy and fainted.

Everyone stood up to show concern, and some even went up on stage to help him.

The story stopped, but Qing Lan got angry. He immediately stood up and shouted at the people on the stage: "Who told you to stop? Keep going!"

"You are such a cruel girl. Don't you see how badly the man was injured? Can't you come back another day to listen to this story?" Accusing voices appeared in the crowd.

Qinglan smashed the table and chair beside him with a palm, turned around to look for the voice, and a purple evil light flashed in his eyes.

Everyone was frightened and stepped back. Those who were weak-legged could not react in time. They fell back without moving their feet and bumped into each other, falling to the ground in an instant.

There was murderous intent in Qinglan's eyes, and purple light appeared in his hands.

Seeing this, Jiang Tingwan immediately grabbed her and said, "Isn't it just to listen to a story? We also want to hear his story. No one in the world can tell it better than you."

The murderous intent in Qinglan's eyes was controlled because of these words, and Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhong took her and disappeared in front of everyone.

The three of them landed outside the city. Qinglan waved her jade hand and broke free from Jiang Tingwan's hand.

Seeing the people in front of him clearly, Qing Lan's eyes swept across their faces, "It's you!"

When she saw Mu Yunzhong again, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Those storytellers are just trying to make a living. Why do you have to make things difficult for them?" Jiang Tingwan thought of that night in Cangnan City. It was after meeting her that another storyteller changed the version of Nangong Xiu's story.

"Tell us what kind of person is Nangong Xiu?"

There was a flash of ruthlessness in Qinglan's eyes. When the people from Sanyuan Sect asked her what kind of person her master was, she only felt it was ironic.

"You don't deserve it."

"Are we unworthy, or are the people in the entire world of immortal cultivation unworthy?" Jiang Tingwan grasped the key. She cared about Nangong Xiu's reputation, but she only made things difficult for those storytellers in the human world.

And in the world of immortal cultivation where Nangong Xiu existed, his deeds had never been subverted in the slightest.

Qing Lan became excited, "Will you listen? You won't. You will only believe what you believe. If that's the case, then don't let them wrongly accuse us."

Her eyes were empty and her words seemed like she was repeating what someone else had said.