Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Jiang Tingwan tried to get closer to Qinglan, but if she took a step forward, Qinglan would become even more stressed, so she had to stop.

"Let's listen. Aren't we now the same as Nangong Xiu back then?"

Jiang Tingwan tried to calm Qinglan down. Mu Yun finally glanced at her, looking thoughtful, as if he had also thought of something.

Qing Lan's emotions finally stabilized. After taking a deep look at the two people in front of him, he laughed: "Hahahahahahaha..."

"Hahahahaha..."

"Hahahahaha..."

"No!" Her laughter stopped abruptly, and her expression became distorted, "No, you are different from the master, different."

Jiang Tingwan: "So you should let people know the real him, instead of letting others sneer at him when talking about him. Qinglan, he exists in the world of immortal cultivation. He is just a story for entertainment in the human world. You should let those who should hear his name know what kind of person he really is."

Qing Lan glared at Jiang Tingwan fiercely, but the resentment in his eyes gradually disappeared, and turned into deep self-blame, "It's me, it's all because of me that he came down the mountain and walked into this dirty world."

She slowly closed her eyes, tears suddenly fell from her eyes, and her memory went back to a long, long time ago.

At that time, she was just a white fox with newly awakened intelligence. Her friends in the mountains said that there was a strange man in the mountains who could hear them and talk to them. He was obviously a hunter, but every time they were caught by him, as long as they begged for mercy from him or shed a few tears, he would let them go.

She was very curious, so she asked three or two friends to go see him, but unexpectedly they fell into his trap. That year, there was heavy snow and the whole mountain was covered with thick white snow. They were the only fools who visited his trap.

When the weirdo came, he was also very surprised. How could three foxes fall into one trap at the same time?

For hunters like them, fox skins are top-quality furs that can be exchanged for a lot of silver in the human world.

Therefore, her friends remembered the rumors about the strange man, and cried and knelt before him, begging for mercy, but she was the only one who held her head high, looked at him and said nothing.

The hunter and the animals in the mountains are natural enemies. If he is really kind, he should go down the mountain and stay away from them, instead of setting a bunch of traps in the mountains and then coming out to pretend mercy and release them.

So, while her friends were begging for mercy, she turned her head away and said nothing.

She would never beg for mercy from the hunter. If she had the guts, she could be killed and skinned. At most, she would be a good fox again in a few decades.

Her friend was released, but he grabbed her by the neck and forced her to see his appearance face to face.

She had not seen many people in her life, so she didn't know whether the person in front of her was ugly or beautiful, but it was definitely impossible for a hunter to be good-looking.

If she could spit like a human, the current distance would be the best distance for spitting.

bah bah bah.

Just as she was thinking about this in her mind, she heard his voice, "You foxes can't spit?"

She was so frightened that her eyes widened.

"Can you hear my heart?"

"So those murmurs you made just now were the voices in your heart?" He imitated her sounds, but it sounded weird.

Only then did she realize that she had just uncontrollably scolded him.

There's no way to escape now, she thought.

But the next moment, he let go, and when he stood up, he waved his hand and destroyed the trap that had just trapped him.

She was stunned. This weirdo could cast spells?

Just as those idiots were shocked, he smiled at them and said, "If you hadn't fallen in, I wouldn't have even remembered there was a trap here."

He turned around, raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight, and sighed, "It seems that I will have to starve again this winter."

He strode away, leaving only his back, and waved at the three of them, "Be careful next time, I may not always pass by."

Did he really let them go, was he a hunter?

Not like.

This made her even more curious.

They followed him home quietly, hid where he couldn't see them, and kept spying for several days until his friends couldn't stand it anymore and left.

That winter, there was very little food to eat in the entire mountain, but there were always some friends from the mountains who would appear at his doorstep and put down their own rations.

She was stunned again.

Are these idiots crazy? Why are they still giving gifts to hunters? If they like giving gifts so much, why don't they give it to her?

So after peeping, she began the life of a thief.

I don’t like leaves and nuts, but rabbits and mice are okay.

She lived a comfortable life without asking for anything, so comfortable that she was grateful to these idiots, and even to the door that had never been opened.

He hasn’t been out for so long, could he be dead?

If he died, those idiots would stop sending him stuff, and she wouldn't be able to steal anything.

In the face of long-term interests, she chose to go into the house.

As soon as she entered the room, she realized that he was not just a simple hunter, he was actually practicing.

He is actually a monk.

It’s over, it’s over. There can be a hunter in this mountain, but there cannot be a monk.

Because monks and demons are natural enemies.

She wanted to launch a surprise attack on him while he was practicing, catch him off guard, and cause him to go insane and die.

That way, she and her friends were safe.

She took action.

also failed.

When she thought she was really going to die, she closed her eyes.

But the weirdo spoke again, "I just set a trap without knowing when, and you want to chase me home to take revenge on me?"

He didn't seem to understand why she wanted to kill him?

It seems that he doesn't know that monks and monsters are natural enemies?

He doesn’t even know what a monk is?

Why doesn't he know anything?

Then how did he practice?

She asked her doubts.

And that weirdo told her everything.

He said that his name was Nangong Xiu and that his parents died when he was young. The only thing they left him was the ability to hunt. However, he had the ability to communicate with his prey, and as time went by, he could no longer hunt.

In order to survive, he could only eat some fruits and wild vegetables. When the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, he had to eat less or nothing.

The process of starving was painful, so he could only overcome this desire through meditation.

When everything around him becomes quiet, time will pass quickly, and during this process, he often no longer feels hungry or cold in his body.

Even after waking up, a full strength will be generated in his body to support all his consumption.

After hearing these words, Qinglan was shocked by him again. He actually learned to practice under such circumstances.

This person is terrible.

What’s even more terrifying is that in the following years, he actually formed a golden elixir on his own.

Without any guidance from anyone, he formed the golden elixir by starving himself every day?

After hearing the news, all the monsters in the mountain were in an uproar. They felt that Nangong Xiu was a rare genius that only appeared once in a thousand years, and that keeping him in the mountain would only bury him.

He needs a complete and systematic practice method to help him achieve higher achievements.

That day, the old guys in the mountain said that Nangong Xiu should go down the mountain to find a sect to cultivate immortality, so that he could enter the highest realm.

Qinglan also thought so. They used their own experience as monsters to piece together a list of immortal sects. They put the names of the sects they had encountered and heard of on a piece of paper and asked Nangong Xiu to make a choice.

At that time, because of Nangong Xiu, they all seemed to have forgotten that cultivators and demons were natural enemies.

Because Nangong Xiu was so much like their friend, even Qinglan had regarded him as an important person in the past few years.

Nangong Xiu went down the mountain. He wanted to find a sect to become a disciple and become a real cultivator.

The old guys said that once you enter the ranks of monks, a hundred years may pass in the blink of an eye.

In order to have a better meeting, Qinglan began to practice desperately. She hoped that she could be in human form next time they met.

The snow fell on the mountain again and again, and Nangong Xiu had been gone for sixty years.

When they met again, she was about to transform into a human form and was unable to hide the evil spirit in her body, which attracted a group of disciples from the immortal sect.

Between human form and demon form, she resolutely chose the human form.

This also means that there will be one more monster in this world walking among people in human form, which is more frightening to people than the monsters hiding in the mountains.

Because humans will hide when they see monsters, but monsters that look like humans can appear beside them silently.

Choosing to be a human also means that she will lose most of her demonic power. Facing a master, Qinglan is powerless to resist.

All her friends in the mountains came to help her, but so many monsters would only attract more enemies.

When they were at their wit's end, Nangong Xiu came back.

He single-handedly saved all the monsters in the mountain.

She knew that the weirdo would never change.