Bound to Mary Sue, I am against involution in the world of immortal cultivation

Oh, I found it already...

"..."

Ling You tried to stay calm, then he realized he had overestimated himself.

"Perhaps I could ask why you do this? Let me make it clear in advance that I cannot defeat Sect Master Meng."

"I know," Fan Ning raised his eyelids slightly and said, "If you can beat me, I can even save the sleeping pills. They were specially made by Senior Sister Jiang, and the ingredients are quite expensive."

Ling You: "This doesn't seem to be a question of whether it's expensive or not?"

They are now in the enemy camp. To put it bluntly, it is like sending themselves into a wolf's den!

At least the leader of Qingyun Sect is really not easy to mess with.

He doesn't look like the kind of person who would repay kindness with resentment.

“Is it true that there will be no return?”

"Maybe?" Fan Ning took advantage of the momentum and jumped onto a huge rock covered with fallen leaves.

The other side of the huge rock was a completely different scene from the desolate one when we came in.

A bamboo house, full of flowers and plants, and the small pond next to it is full of vitality, with many sparkling river lanterns scattered around, and even the breeze blowing by is refreshing.

It really doesn't seem like a place where a "disappeared" disciple should exist.

Fan Ning glanced at the two cups on the table and curled the corners of his mouth.

"Who is here?"

A pair of hands that were a little too white pushed open the bamboo door that blocked the view.

All I see is white.

The flowing long hair, the corners of the clothes blown by the wind, and even the veil covering the eyes were surprisingly white.

If someone saw her, they might mistake her for a fairy from the mortal world.

Who knows what is hidden in those eyes?

Fan Ning smiled playfully and took the initiative to greet the icy beauty.

"You shouldn't be here," the beauty frowned, but the first thing she said was to get rid of you.

"I am already a useless person. No matter why you are here, please go back."

Ling You felt something was amiss and stood beside Fan Ning to observe, whispering, "Is she really possessed by a demon...?"

This is totally unlike.

"Are you here for this again?" The person who heard these words clearly looked worried, as if he remembered something very bad, and raised his hand to close the door.

Fan Ning covered her wrist with a snap.

It was icy cold to the touch, not even the temperature of a normal living person, let alone a monk.

"Since we're here," Ling You saw this and pushed the bamboo door open with his foot, "Why don't you invite us in and have a chat?"

"The 'genius cultivator' of the Qingyun Sect."

Somehow, Ling You said this sentence as if possessed by a ghost.

Fan Ning raised her eyebrows and saw the person in front of her face turn even paler. The hand that was pinching her wrist loosened.

"Don't be nervous, I just have some questions I want to know."

Fan Ning entered the room and sat down by the window. He propped his chin up with his hands and yawned. "After all, in a sense, we are also victims of your inner demons."

"Lord Luo Xue."

Luo Xue's breathing visibly stopped.

She was obviously thinking of something, and her hands hanging in her sleeves curled up inwards, and it was obvious that she was suppressing her emotions.

The light in the room fell on his face, adding a touch of coldness to his already porcelain-white complexion.

"Master...what did he do again?"

"You don't doubt what I said at all?" Fan Ning poured two cups of tea without hesitation, treating himself as a proper guest and even acting as the host. "Does he do this often?"

After she finished speaking, she took out a familiar bottle from her Qiankun bag as if she was going to have a long conversation.

Ling You fell into deep thought.

He always felt that this bottle looked particularly familiar... but he couldn't remember what it was.

Until the aroma of wine wafted over.

Ling You: “!!!”

Realizing what it was, he reached out to stop it.

"You want to drink too?" Fan Ning's face flushed a little. Ling You's heart skipped a beat. Before he could say anything, the bottle was suddenly stuffed into his mouth, blocking his mouth.

"Wuwuwu..." Ling You struggled, and managed to force his hand to push the wine bottle back to Fan Ning.

"You, please don't—"

Fan Ning drank it all in one gulp.

Ling You sighed, looked at her face cautiously, and asked Luo Xue beside him without hope.

"Do you have any hangover tea?" he asked sincerely.

Luo Xue was a little confused and caught off guard by this development.

"No," she said.

Ling You looked at Fan Ning's palm which began to emit spiritual energy, and his heart was dead.

"Go on," Fan Ning, still smiling despite being drunk, casually grabbed Ling You's hand on the table, "Didn't they say your sect leader is not very good? He has bad conduct and only values ​​talent..."

Ling You covered his mouth tightly and struggled softly, "Stop talking."

He looked at Luo Xue, who hadn't moved, and explained, "She's drunk, please understand."

Fan Ning pushed his hand away, "Truth comes out after drinking..."

"..." Ling You made up for it expressionlessly, "When she's drunk, she likes to tell the truth."

Luo Xue: “…”

Things were moving so fast that she felt a little out of place.

"Master...it's not a big deal." She lowered her eyes, covered with white gauze, and pulled the corners of her mouth, feeling at a loss as to what to do with the scene before her. "Why don't you take her with you..."

"It's a small mistake but it's still a mistake. Just kill him," Fan Ning took out his dagger.

Ling You was terrified. Seeing that her eyes were blurry but her hand was still holding the weapon, his eyes widened with fear.

"No, it's not that serious yet..." Ling You said earnestly, thinking about some of the things Elder Qian Jiangyue had said, and said tactfully: "After all, he is the leader of a sect. If there is any problem, we can go back to the Sect Master..."

Fan Ning opened his mouth and said "no".

I don’t know what kind of wine those senior brothers and sisters used to brew. Fan Ning, who had just been barely able to stay awake, now had completely blurred vision. He stared blankly in the light, looking at him, as if covered by a layer of shimmering water light.

Ling You suspected that his heart had skipped a beat.

But he still remembered the occasion, and even if he wanted to take Fan Ning away immediately, he didn't do anything unnecessary.

Ling You could only look helplessly at the other person in the room and apologized, "She said no."

Luo Xue: “…”

Luo Xue: “…………”

Her emotions rarely fluctuated like they did now, and even her covered eyes were faintly emitting a dark aura.

"What do you want to know?"

Ling You bent Fan Ning's hand.

Fan Ning slowly turned his head, blinked his eyes, and said with unusual persistence: "Sect Master...kill him."

Luo Xue: "No, that's not the case."

This was also the first time she encountered such a helpless situation, and she was a little stunned for a moment.

Luo Xue lowered her eyes, and her tone suddenly became light, like real snow that would drift away at any time.

"I just don't want to continue," she said. "Whether it's talent or refining equipment...what will happen if I lose one of them? I just feel tired and don't want to do it anymore."

Ling You was very calm when he heard the answer: "But you have a demon in your heart."

Even if it is suppressed in the eyes, it cannot be treated as if it never existed.

If I was just tired, how could it be hidden and how could I develop inner demons?

Luo Xue paused longer this time.

"...I owe them this," she murmured to herself in a low voice, "If this can't be concluded, how can it end..."