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

"Ally?" The Demon Lord's tone was strange. He didn't rush to answer, but looked at the person in front of him repeatedly with a scrutinizing gaze. After a moment, as if completely enraged by her calm and arrogant eyes, he took out a small knife from his sleeve.

It is not appropriate to call it a knife. At least in Fan Ning's opinion, the blade that is as crystal clear as ice does not have any lethality. What's more, it is only the size of a knuckle and is more like a useless decoration.

"Are you going to use this to teach me a lesson?" Fan Ning smiled, the corners of his mouth slightly opened, but there was no smile in his eyes.

She watched the Demon Lord approaching her step by step, with a look of disgust in her eyes as if she had seen through everything.

"...It's only natural that you get rewards for your efforts."

The harmless knife was placed in front of Fan Ning, and the burning ashes on the ground were instantly lifted up by something.

He blocked her way in a rude and implicit way.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you... You can refuse, of course, but if I destroy this clone and perish along with the people in the tower—will you be able to save the people behind you in time?"

He glanced sideways at the two men, one standing and one lying, without any of the friendship he had shown before. Instead, he mocked them with an icy, biting sarcasm, "The secret is no longer a secret, and my good brother is naturally no longer useful. But are you willing to give it up?"

Fan Ning didn't say anything, her gaze never shifted from beginning to end. After staring at each other for three seconds, she raised her hand and slowly lowered it, showing that she had determined a certain outcome.

"You want to work on me, but it may not be useful," she said, but the Demon Lord smiled and lowered his head with obvious contempt, as if he didn't take the matter to heart at all.

In other words, he was fearless from the very beginning.

Ling You, who was trapped in the safety circle, slapped the invisible wall and shouted something, but unfortunately, it was a useless effort from the beginning.

He could only watch Fan Ning let the Demon Lord approach him defenselessly, followed by the sound of tiny cracks in his skin - Ling You should not have been able to hear it.

But when the knife was pulled out from Fan Ning's waist and stained with blood, all he could hear in his head was a loud bang.

Countless spells that required blood to drive flashed through his mind.

Fan Ning, who had her back to him, seemed to be aware of the uneasiness. She turned around with a smile, her eyes curved at the corners, and did not seem to be affected at all.

But the moment he turned his head again, Ling You still saw the black blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"Hahahahaha... Do you really think I can't do anything to you? You're just a mere cultivator, and you dare to negotiate with me?" The Demon Lord sneered. After achieving his goal, his originally calm expression completely disappeared. "You should have felt it by now. This is my 'gift' to you."

Fan Ning turned his body slightly to the side, covered his face and coughed twice. He didn't say anything, but slowly rolled up his sleeves. The black vines that almost spanned half of his arm were very shocking.

Ling You, who also saw this scene, almost instantly became weak.

He had seen it—he had seen this thing before!

Deadpool, who once chased him and was willing to sacrifice his life, had a similar pattern on his wrist!

But she is Fan Ning, Fan Ning... How could she fall for it so easily?

Ling You lowered his head and looked at his powerless hands, inexplicably recalling the look that the Demon Lord had given him.

——The answer is already obvious.

"You can leave now. Why are you looking at me like this?"

Fan Ning's voice remained calm. The hateful Demon Lord behind him disappeared at some point, and even the tower began to melt away in the wind.

Everything seems to be over.

Ling You opened his mouth, his eyes falling on the blood stains that she had not completely wiped clean, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Fan Ning, who had not expected this at all, opened his mouth slightly.

Before she could be surprised, her body was pulled into her arms by a soft force. Ling You buried his head in her neck, his tone blank and painful, like a victim who had watched himself lose everything.

"……Why?"

He lifted Fan Ning's sleeve, and the place that had been eaten away by the black vines was now empty.

"How long do you plan to keep me out? This whole thing was caused entirely by me..."

A hot tear slid down her neck. Fan Ning realized something, restrained her expression, patted Ling You on the back, and was about to explain something when she was interrupted again.

"Why don't you give up on me? Aren't you the one who's most afraid of trouble..."

Fan Ning finally sighed, and helplessly pulled the man away from her body. She held the out-of-control face with her hands, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed his warm and dry lips.

"I can't give up," she gently wiped away the tears in her eyes and spoke calmly in a nonchalant tone, "I now realize that I am more afraid of your tears."

Ling You was stunned, staring blankly at the person in front of him who suddenly said these words, and his brain froze for a moment.

"Host, you're clearly fine now, aren't you?" The system suddenly popped up and poked at the already used [Ice Skin and Jade Bones] on the page, its tone somewhat baffling. "How on earth did you come up with the idea of ​​using this item to remove the mark...?"

It has been in this business for so long, but it never thought that the [Ice Skin and Jade Bones] that is a must-have for a Mary Sue heroine could be used in this way - it actually directly eliminates all the marks on the body!

...Isn't this unreasonable?

[And the system was offline once before... What exactly did you talk about with the Demon Lord? ]

The system was full of worries, but Fan Ning only felt it was noisy.

[I am trying to appease others, please do not disturb me.]

She casually uttered seven words to dismiss the system, and carefully admired Ling You's gradually stiffening expression, his eyebrows curved, and suddenly raised his finger and gestured at her heart.

"Don't you believe me?" The slightly melancholy tone instantly revived Ling You's heart.

He didn't care about the "revenge later", which had long been unimportant under so much pressure. He held Fan Ning's hand tightly, as if a beloved treasure had been lost and found again.

"So what are you going to do now? His knife..."

"It's just an ordinary little magic. It can't faze me." Fan Ning raised the corners of his lips, his eyes still not dimmed by what happened. "When did I lie to you? It has no effect on me at all."

"What's more important now is the people on the ground," she calmly changed the subject. "The Demon Lord ran away quickly, leaving us with such a mess."

"If someone died right under our noses...it would be hard to explain."

"Well, she's still alive for now," Fan Ning squatted on the ground and casually brushed away the hair that was almost stuck to Cheng Shuang's face with blood. He added, "She probably used some medicine on herself when she was conscious. It's just that the demonic energy mixed with the poison in her body is difficult to deal with."

"If you're lucky, you can keep your body intact. If you're unlucky, I'm afraid not even a speck of dust will be left."