Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Jiang Tingwan straightened up, looked up at the moon, and walked towards Mu Yunzhong and Wen Bumian.

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Tingwan asked with pretended curiosity.

Wen Bumian and Mu Yunzhong, who were sitting at the table, looked at each other and smiled. "My nephew Yunzhong heard that I had met his parents before, so he asked me about them."

After these words were spoken, Mu Yun finally turned around unexpectedly, with confusion in his eyes.

Jiang Tingwan was also surprised. Although she heard a few words upstairs just now, she didn't hear them clearly. She didn't expect that they would talk about this.

However, what shocked her even more was his next words.

"So I told him that there was a rumor in the martial arts world that Ye Nanzhu was a descendant of Wuchen Palace and a descendant of Nangong Xiu. Unexpectedly, my nephew Yun Zhong was calm when he heard this. I think it must be because he was taught by the Three Yuan Sect and his heart is firm. Otherwise, ordinary people would be very upset when they heard such news."

Wen Bumian almost stared at what Mu Yunzhong said, the meaning of which was extremely obvious.

Jiang Tingwan was so scared that he quickly looked at Mu Yunzhong's expression.

He was staring at Wen Bumian opposite him, his gaze was deep and cold, and he even subconsciously avoided the gaze after feeling his gaze.

He was afraid, and Jiang Tingwan clearly felt it. She looked at Wen Bumian with great confusion, not understanding why he had to force him in such a radical way. For the first time, she felt resistance and suspicion towards Wen Bumian's behavior.

She walked forward without saying anything and pulled Mu Yunzhong outside.

After they left, Wen Bumian was the only one left in the silver-white courtyard. He did not look at the two people's backs, but only fixed his gaze on his own shadow. He played with the tea in the cup casually, and each turn brought it closer to the edge of the cup, and then turned around at the moment it was about to flow out of the cup.

His eyes showed no signs of warmth or coldness, but the narrow depths of his eyes revealed a kind of loneliness of a strong man. Finally, he raised his eyes and watched the tea in the cup pour out until the entire cup was turned over and landed on the table...

Jiang Tingwan pulled Mu Yunzhong and walked straight in front. The man behind them no longer had the sharpness and gloomy aura he had when facing Wen Bumian. Instead, he looked more and more like the person he had pretended to be in front of Bai Wangshu.

Fear, humbleness, cowardice.

He was led by her from behind like this, and only in this way did he dare to look up at her and have the courage to see what she looked like.

There were only two or three people passing by on the street, and no one thought anyone was strange.

The two walked like this for a long time. Jiang Tingwan couldn't understand Wen Bumian's radicalism, but she realized that this might be a good opportunity to talk about Mu Yun's life.

However, she rehearsed several versions in her mind, but couldn't find a suitable line to support her making this statement.

"Master, did you know this a long time ago?"

Mu Yun finally stopped. She had been walking for such a long time without saying anything, so she must have realized this.

He just didn't know how much she knew?

Jiang Tingwan thanked God in her heart, so that she didn't have to think of the opening remarks.

She stopped, turned around, and raised her eyebrows in a relaxed tone, "So what?"

So what? Mu Yunzhong's pupils flashed a bright color in an instant. He never thought that Jiang Tingwan would answer him like this.

"Since Master knew my identity, why did he bring me back to Luoyang Mountain?"

He turned his eyes and looked at her carefully, as if he had found an answer for her.

For Bai Wangshu, adopting Mu Yun was ultimately due to Mu Xingzhi's request. As much as he hated that man, he loved him as much as he did. Even if it meant raising his child with another woman, she could do it.

But Jiang Tingwan knew she couldn't tell him that, so she replied in a very calm tone: "Because of the teacher's hatred!"

He heard an unexpected answer again, and his pupils trembled subconsciously.

Jiang Tingwan saw the surprise in his eyes. When facing Mu Yunzhong's crucial plot again, she knew it was time for her to perform again.

Jiang's performance rules show time.

She lowered her head and took two steps towards him, closing her eyes and brewing the emotions that were about to explode. When she raised her face again, the relief and tenderness in her eyes were revealed to Mu Yunzhong.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, with the corners of her eyes and mouth curving into a beautiful arc at the same time.

"Actually, there are some things that Master has never told you. I also thought that there was no need to say them."

"But since You Wen Bu Mian has exposed this matter today, I, your master, can only tell you everything. Back then, I was hurt by love, and when I was practicing the Three Yuan Technique, I mistakenly thought that I had achieved success by becoming a demon. The resentment in my heart was magnified several times, and I was determined to go down the mountain and kill all the unfaithful people in the world."

"At that time, I had just come out of retreat and went down the mountain. I happened to meet Mu Xingzhi who was holding you. At that time, he had used all his spiritual power to cleanse the evil spirit from you, and his time was running out. In order to relieve my hatred, he took the initiative to die under my sword."

"Before he died, he handed you over to me and hoped that I could send you to the Qingfeng Sword Sect. But at that time, I saw that he loved you wholeheartedly and was even willing to protect you with his own life... Although he didn't have time to finish his words, his resentment and unwillingness made me think that you were his and Ye Nanzhu's child."

"So, I brought you back to Luoyang Mountain. During those days, I regarded you as him, and I got a sense of pleasure of revenge from you. It was not until I dispersed my power that I gradually realized that perhaps I was blinded by my own hatred from the beginning..."

When Jiang Tingwan said this, she cast her crystal clear eyes on Mu Yunzhong's tightly furrowed brows. It seemed as if a piece of ice that had been frozen for many years in her cold eyes cracked at this moment, and it was warm yet cold again.

"Mu Yunzhong, perhaps, you have never been their child! You have always been just my apprentice..." Two clear tears slid down from her moist eyes. She reached out her hand to touch the unevenness between Mu Yunzhong's brows, trying to soothe his shock and uneasiness.

But before he touched him, he took a step back, unable to hold on.

She saw the changes in expression on his face, but couldn't see through his heart. Sui Jiu was right. There was no magic in this world that could see through people's hearts. Even she, who created Mu Yunzhong, couldn't guess what he was thinking when he learned the truth.

"Master." He lowered his eyebrows and whispered to her, "Do you know what these words of yours may mean to me?"

He finally raised his head to look at her, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his dim eyes, but was immediately covered by another darkness.

He has firmly believed in his background for eighteen years. Everyone around him told him that he was the child of Mu Xingzhi and Ye Nanzhu. He was regarded as the only hope for revenge for Wuchen Palace, and everything was planned for him.

During the days when he realized that he fell in love with Jiang Tingwan, he had wished countless times that he was just a simple disciple and that he could always stand by her side.

But now that someone has fulfilled his fantasy, and Jiang Tingwan told him about it in person, he doesn't know whether he should be happy or not. It's like an impossible wish has suddenly become a reality, and he doesn't dare to believe it.

Seeing that Mu Yunzhong was about to back off, Jiang Tingwan grabbed his hand and emphasized again: "Yunzhong, I know it's hard for you to accept this sudden news, because it means that you have been tortured by your master for so many years in vain, and it also means that you have missed the life you should have had."

"But when Master carefully recalled everything that happened back then, Mu Xingzhi had indeed never said that you were his child. All of this was because Master was troubled by his inner demons and willingly imprisoned. Master also sincerely wants to make up for the mistakes of these years. As long as you are willing, Master can spend his whole life with you to find your true life experience."

"What's your real background?" Mu Yunzhong looked at her with a complicated expression. She really felt that she had mistaken Qinglan. What about Qinglan? Did she also mistaken him?

Jiang Tingwan saw the entanglement and contradiction in his eyes, and knew that he would definitely want to meet Qinglan now. She also knew that Qinglan would firmly tell him that he was Nangong Xiu's descendant. Therefore, she could not tell the truth with absolute certainty and become Qinglan's opposite. Instead, she had to plant the seeds of doubt in his heart and lead him to uncover Qinglan's lies bit by bit.

So she looked into his eyes and said, "Although Mu Xingzhi is dead, Ye Nanzhu is not. We can find her..."

Ye Nanzhu? Mu Yunzhong's eyebrows knitted slightly, because from his perspective, Qinglan said she was dead, so he was the only hope.

Just as Mu Yunzhong was jumping back and forth in his speech, Jiang Tingwan added: "There must be people in this world who have seen Mu Xingzhi at that time. As long as we find one of them, we will definitely know where you came from."

Mu Yun finally looked at the person in front of him, his gaze also fell on the hand she was holding tightly to him. She seemed to firmly believe in this possibility. In her heart, she also hoped that she was just her disciple, right?

He didn't know what he was thinking. He just wanted to hear someone's voice again. He retracted his gaze and gently pushed Jiang Tingwan's hand away.

"Master, I want to walk alone. Please don't be angry."

As he spoke, he stepped back, turned around resolutely under Jiang Tingwan's gaze, waved Yu Xiao with two fingers, and turned into a blue-white light and disappeared.

Jiang Tingwan knew who he was going to meet. Regardless of whether he could hear her or not, she still shouted loudly towards the blue-white spiritual light: "Master will wait for you here until you come back."