Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Cang Shuzi's eyes darkened, and then a golden magic sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Brother!"

Realizing that Cang Shuzi had the intention of exorcising the demon, out of an inexplicable guilt, Jiang Tingwan hoped that Meng Yao would have another chance to choose, so she stopped Cang Shuzi who was about to take action.

"Brother! It is not always possible to eliminate all demons. I have fought with him in a dream before and know that he is also a miserable person. Please let me have a chat with him. If it doesn't work, I will do it again."

As an author, she gave them this painful life just to make them a test for the hero and heroine on their journey of training.

But now that she had witnessed it all, she wanted to do her best to give them a brand new ending.

After Jiang Tingwan finished speaking, he handed Mu Yunzhong on his shoulder to Mu Qingge beside him and walked forward.

Her words and actions not only shocked Cang Shuzi, but also surprised the disciples behind her.

Yan Ming on the side was even more incredulous. These were actually the words that Jiang Tingwan would say.

“Mengluo Immortal Lord!” Jiang Tingwan shouted at the dream demon in the sky, using the name he wanted most, “Do you want to see who else is among the dead souls in this city!”

She pointed at Xiao Liuzi on the ground, and hit the dream demon's defense at once, "Are you going to suck your sister too? She has been guarding you in this city for more than ten years. The final retribution is that even her soul will perish in your hands, right?"

Jiang Tingwan's words awakened Meng Yao's sanity. He looked at Xiao Liuzi on the ground in surprise, and lifted her up with vines.

"No! I didn't..."

"You don't have anything?" Jiang Tingwan questioned him, "You didn't mean to hurt her, but you made her a sinner in Pingxia City, and made her bear this sin every day, living like a year."

"You are so good at weaving dreams for others, and you promised her that you would never let her into her dreams, so have you ever been to her dreams?" The dream demon listened to Jiang Tingwan's words, opened his eyes wide, and was actually a little afraid of her next words.

"If you haven't, then let me tell you!!"

"Every night she dreams of those travelers who never woke up, her childhood friends, her former friends. In her dreams, they ask her why she brought Mengluohua into the city, why she watched them die, and why she helped the tyrant. Because of you, she suffers from the condemnation of her conscience day and night, and is in agony. Do you know all this?"

"Of course you don't know."

Jiang Tingwan asked himself and answered himself, "You are just blindly trapped in the dream you have woven for yourself. In that dream, you are the Fairy Mengluo, loved by everyone, with a beautiful face and an endless source of spiritual power."

Jiang Tingwan uses radical words and focuses on attacking their hearts. As the person who understands them best, she is also the person most likely to resolve their emotional grievances.

After hearing these words, Meng Yao fell into extreme pain again. He wished he could kill the woman in front of him immediately, but his remaining rationality told him that what she said was right and that the person he should kill was himself.

"You always say that those who stayed behind did so because of their own desires. They were selfish, self-interested, and self-centered. But in my opinion, you are the truly selfish person. It is you who makes her feel guilty every day, and it is you who built your so-called beautiful dream on her nightmare. Just because she knew that the monster in this city was her brother, she willingly became your accomplice."

Jiang Tingwan only said a few simple words and let Meng Yao see every day and night of Xiao Liuzi. She was obviously in so much pain, but she still chose to stay, just because the monster in the city was him.

Seeing Meng Yao's expression touched and her heart wavering, Jiang Tingwan finally changed his accusation into comfort: "Mengluo, those who hurt you have already paid the price. Xiaoliu's death is not painful, but a kind of relief."

"Liberation?" After hearing these two words, Meng Yao fell into unprecedented confusion. Looking at the corpse of Xiao Liuzi in front of him, crystal tears began to flash in his eyes.

Jiang Tingwan continued, "That's right, she doesn't have to suffer anymore. Compared to herself, the person she hopes to be liberated from is you!"

The dream demon cast his gaze towards Jiang Tingwan below, as pious as if he was listening to a prayer.

"You are not a real demon. The reason you stayed here was because you saw your parents abandon Xiaoliu and she was bullied. You couldn't let go of your only sister who was kind to you, so you let the Monlotus flower bloom on your grave."

"You asked her to take them off and exchange them for money so that she could have a new life. Although you didn't do it later, it's not too late now. This time, your sister went before you, and you can't let her down."

Jiang Tingwan said this as he walked towards him, hoping that he could see his sincerity in his eyes.

"Mengluo, you are free now. Let go of everything and go to the afterlife! Maybe in the next life, you can still be Xiaoliu's brother." When Jiang Tingwan said this, tears had already fallen from his eyes.

The dream demon's eyes gradually became clear, the abscesses and scars on his body gradually disappeared, the black thorns connected to him turned into beautiful vines, and blue dream rose flowers grew on his shoulders again.

The handsome man looked at Xiaoliu in his arms with tears in his eyes. Finally, he raised his head and smiled gently at Jiang Tingwan below him, saying, "Thank you!"

Jiang Tingwan's nose felt sore again. He smiled back at him with a look of almost pity in his eyes.

Jiang Tingwan successfully influenced the dream demon, and the Sanyuan Sect disciples behind her were all surprised and in awe.

But Yan Ming's face darkened when he saw this scene. He met the dream demon's gaze with some worry, and the spiritual power in his hands began to circulate.

At this moment, a void suddenly appeared in the air, and a blue-purple light passed directly through the body of the dream demon, and turned into a familiar figure when it fell to the ground.

Everyone looked at the man in shock, only to see Wen Bumian, who was covered in wounds, turned around and stood with a sword in his hand, as if he had just been through a bloody battle.

Jiang Tingwan had no time to ask him. He just turned his head in shock to look up at the sky, and saw a bloody hole in the middle of the body of the dream demon who had just untied his knot. He looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief and couldn't control his tears.

His vines began to dissipate, and the lifted Xiao Liuzi fell downwards. He stretched out his hand and wanted to use the vines to catch Xiao Liu's body, but his vines were no longer under his control.

Jiang Tingwan subconsciously ran up and caught Xiao Liuzi. When he looked up again, he saw Meng Yao's nostalgic and sad eyes. He stared straight at Xiao Liuzi's body.

He knew that he would never be reborn again...

The hand he stretched out dissipated little by little, and he could only raise his hand a little more unwillingly, pointing at Wen Bumian who had passed through his body, and then dissipated little by little in the air.

"Mengluo!"

Jiang Tingwan shouted at the dream demon in the air, feeling extremely sad and regretful.

It was almost, just almost, that the brother and sister would pass away together.

She looked at Wen Bumian behind her with mixed feelings, not knowing whether the scene before her was an ending that was destined to be unchangeable.

Last time it was Bai Wangshu, this time, it was Wen Bushian.

Wen Bumian, who was standing opposite him, looked at everything in front of him with a confused look on his face. His body was covered with traces of the Dream Flower Vine entangled with him. He frowned in pain and eventually passed out...