Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

"Why don't you kill me? Isn't killing me with your own hands what you want to do most?"

"If I kill you, to whom should I transfer the evil root in Jiang Qinghe's body?" Yan Yun looked at him coldly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she prepared to cast a spell to leave the demon world.

"Host, wait a moment! Let's go back to the main city of Demon City. There are good things there."

Duocai spoke quickly. Although he didn’t know what the good things other systems were talking about, they shouldn’t be too bad.

Her hand paused, then she took out the spiritual ring and dripped a drop of blood into it.

The spirit ring suddenly emitted a bright white light, which disappeared after a moment. She probed her spiritual sense into it and found a small space, about ten square meters, with a dry pool of water.

Yan Yun's mind moved, and he took Song Qingyue into the space, then looked at Yu Feng.

As if he had anticipated what she was going to do, Yu Feng's eyes dimmed and he couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tightly, "I am willing to sacrifice my soul to exempt Jiang Qinghe from the contract in her body."

"Just let me take her away."

As he said this, his expression gradually became a little stiff, and he couldn't help but lower his eyes, his fingertips trembling.

Now, he also has to ask this little girl whom he never took seriously. It's really karma.

"Do not."

She looked down at him and refused without hesitation, saying in a deep voice, "I won't believe anything you say."

Yu Feng had never expected that she would refuse so quickly, and his expression was slightly stunned.

Yan Yun forced him to look up, looked into her eyes, and said word by word: "You are so disgusting. From the beginning to the end, you have treated Jiang Qinghe as a dispensable tool."

He knew that if he used Jiang Qinghe's matter as a bargaining chip, Yan Yun would agree, but unfortunately, she would not believe anything he said.

Tools? Yu Feng was speechless, then suddenly laughed, a little sadly, but also with a lot of self-mockery.

Yan Yun forcefully took the dead Qinghui out of his arms, then knocked him unconscious and threw him into his personal space.

She used her spiritual power to dig a hole in the ground and buried Qinghui in it. Then she turned around and turned into light and shadow and headed towards the main city of Demon City.

The scenery around him was ever-changing. The main city of Demon City was no longer as prosperous as it was in the illusion. It was even darker in the gloomy world. The remaining bloodstains on the ground reminded everyone of the tragic battle that had taken place here.

Following Duocai's guidance, she came to a palace in the Demon Palace.

"Qionghua Palace."

She looked up and read out the name of the palace.

Above the palace gate, there was a human corpse hanging. A trace of sadness flashed across Yan Yun's eyes, and he raised his hand to put the corpse into the storage bag.

"Host, we are nearby. Please look for a secret passage."

Yan Yun nodded and then explored the place.

When she walked into the inner hall, the green bracelet in her hand suddenly lit up and emitted a warm feeling.

The next second, there was a loud "boom" and the wall in front of her opened by itself, revealing a secret passage.

She gently stroked the bead necklace on her wrist, then strode into the secret passage.

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Changle clan.

Because Jiang Qinghe had been living in Yuehuaju for the past few days, his spirit and energy had obviously improved a lot, but his face had become paler.

My junior sister disappeared again for no reason. Master Uncle Wu Yue and Master Uncle Meng Xuan seemed to be suddenly busy, and no one knew what they were doing.

He lay in bed, sometimes thinking that it would be good to just die like this, as he was too tired now.

Spring would always squat beside him and rub her head against the palm of his hand, as if to say, I am here with you.

With the fragrance of flowers outside the window, he was filled with thoughts and finally fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, a figure quietly appeared in front of the window.

It was Wen Qingyu. He cast a sleeping spell and then entered the house, unable to help but sigh.

He knew his body very well. The demonic energy in his body was getting stronger day by day, and it was seemingly attacking his mind. Sooner or later, he would become a demon.

In this case, why not give the contract to him instead?

He was too stupid. He blindly believed in his master and Qingyue, and harmed so many people. He deserved this fate.

Wen Qingyu stretched out his hand and tried to peel off the contract in his soul and transfer it to himself. The collision between souls is undoubtedly extremely dangerous. If one is not careful, it will be life-threatening.

He carefully guided his soul to travel within Jiang Qinghe's soul, searching for the contract.

Finally, he found a golden mark deep in his soul.

Wen Qingyu had no time to be happy. He didn't dare to be distracted for fear of hurting Jiang Qinghe's soul.

He divided his spiritual power into strands, and wrapped them around the golden mark. Then he pierced his chest and took out a drop of blood, trying to force a contract with it.

Just as he was about to wrap all his spiritual power around the golden mark, an extremely strong aura of aggression suddenly emerged from under the golden mark.

The aggressive aura devoured all of Wen Qingyu's spiritual power like a glutton. By the time he endured the severe pain and retracted his soul, sweat was already pouring down his temples.

What is this?

Wen Qingyu was a little frightened by the strange power just now, but at the same time he quickly realized that Jiang Qinghe’s weakness was not caused by this contract!

On the contrary, if it weren't for this contract suppressing that thing, I'm afraid Junior Brother would have been sucked dry long ago...

Wen Qingyu seemed to have found his target all of a sudden. He once again led his soul into Jiang Qinghe's soul. This time, his target was no longer the golden mark.

He wanted to lure that thing out.

In the dim room, Wen Qingyu was dressed in white, shining brightly under the moonlight coming in from the window.

Time passed minute by minute, and at the moment when the morning light came out, he finally transferred the strange thing into his soul.

Wen Qingyu felt that thing constantly devouring his spiritual power, eating away at his soul bit by bit.

If he had not reached the Golden Core stage, he would have collapsed in the next second.

Wen Qingyu smiled faintly in the direction of Jiang Qinghe, with a sense of relief.

He has been in Changle Sect for nearly a hundred years. When Jiang Qinghe first entered the sect, he was only three or four years old.

The master didn't know how to take care of children, so he handed the lively and active Jiang Qinghe to him. Sometimes he even had the illusion that he was both a father and a mother... Now, it's time for him to atone for his sins.

He reached out and gently touched Jiang Qinghe's head, left a few storage bags, thought for a while and left his sword, and finally left a note on the table before disappearing into Changle Sect.

When the early morning sun shone into the house, Jiang Qinghe's eyelids moved slightly, and Chuntian on the side nudged his head, making his face itchy.

"Why do I feel so comfortable after waking up..."

He opened his eyes, somewhat puzzled, and suddenly felt full of energy, without any of his usual tiredness.

When he saw the things on the table, he walked forward in confusion. How could the eldest brother's sword be here?