Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

"6872, give me a pitiful debuff. Master's face is so gloomy that it looks like water is about to drip out of it."

"Okay, boss."

Chu Ziyu had been with his master for over three hundred years, so of course he knew very well that Xuan Xiao was a man who would only respond to soft words and not to hard ones.

While Xuan Xiao was still immersed in the fact that the cat demon in front of him was his second disciple, 6872 activated the [Pitiful] special effect at the right time.

Chu Ziyu's silver hair was scattered messily in the pool of blood, the ends of his hair were soaked in sticky blood and stuck to his pale cheeks.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a fragile shadow under his eyelids. The bloodstain at the corner of his lips meandered to his jaw, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

He tilted his head slightly, revealing his slender neck. When his Adam's apple rolled, it pulled on the wound, and a trickle of blood flowed out.

The amber cat eyes were out of focus due to weakness, and covered with a layer of mist, like glass that could shatter at any time.

His fingertips curled up unconsciously, and there were traces of blood in the cracks of his nails from scratching the ground when he struggled, and his knuckles were bluish-white.

Xuan Xiao's gaze slowly moved down and landed on the hideous penetrating wound on Chu Ziyu's heart.

The lightning of the Jingzhe Sword had not yet dissipated, and the edge of the wound was showing signs of being charred, with blood and flesh rolling around, and the bone was visible.

(Is this... Xiao An's sword?)

Xuan Xiao's breathing stagnated, and a picture emerged uncontrollably in his mind -

——Fifty years ago, in front of the Demon Locking Tower, Chu Ziyu's soul flew away, but the last wisp of his soul did not completely dissipate. Instead, it attached itself to the cat demon that was seriously injured and dying in the battle with him.

——When he woke up, he found himself a demon that everyone wanted to kill, and he was no longer the second disciple of Xuanxiao Sect who was favored by his master.

——He didn't dare to go back to the sect, didn't dare to see anyone, and could only drag this broken demon body and hide in this remote village, living cautiously like a real stray cat.

——He didn’t even dare to tell Lin Ci’an who he was.

Xuan Xiao's knuckles were clenched white, and the emotions surging in his chest almost broke through his rationality.

(…How on earth have you been getting through these days?)

He slowly leaned over, his fingertips gently brushing Chu Ziyu's blood-stained silver hair, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of shattering a dream. Spiritual power continuously flowed from his hands.

"Zi Yu..."

His voice was low and out of tune, as if squeezed from deep in his chest, carrying with it the pain and regret that had been suppressed since Chu Ziyu's fake death.

Chu Ziyu's eyelashes trembled, as if he wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't even have the strength to do that.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end only a faint whisper escaped:

“…Master…I’m…sorry…”

Then he fainted.

This body is too weak. It's not easy for it to hold on until now before fainting.

Xuan Xiao's pupils suddenly constricted.

(In the spiritual space)

Chu Ziyu's spirit floated in the void, his silver hair moving without wind. He yawned lazily: "How's your acting?"

6872's ball of light flashed wildly: "Boss! You almost died just now!"

“Isn’t this still you?”

Chu Ziyu casually grabbed the light ball and kneaded it, "Master, how far has your spiritual power been explored?"

"It has been detected that Xuan Xiao has confirmed the origin of your soul."

6872 calls out the data stream.

"In other words, you've been completely exposed."

Chu Ziyu narrowed his cat-like pupils: "Where's Xiao An?"

"The blackening value is locked at 80%."

Lin Ci'an's body suddenly froze, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

"Second Brother..."

These three words rolled over between lips and teeth, carrying with them a certain bitterness.

——He should have recognized it earlier.

——The snowball who always secretly put meat into his bowl.

——The cat demon who held an umbrella for him on a rainy day but got his tail wet.