The Host in Quick Transmigration Always Wants to Break Her Character

Lin Jingyi found it amusing to see Mo Wuji holding a sword opposite him, and teased him:

"I've heard that the leader of the Underworld Sect is famous for his palm techniques, so why is he using a sword now?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Wuji's originally cold expression suddenly froze, then he sneered, examined the sword in his hand, and said disdainfully, "To deal with you? You are not worthy of my attention."

"Is that so? Then I really want to give it a try." Lin Jingyi chuckled, not taking Mo Wuji's disdain seriously.

It's just a matter of saving face.

"Then let's see if you have the ability!" Mo Wuji suddenly shouted coldly, thrusting his sword at Lin Jingyi. He had long disliked this kid!

"Wait, why did the Underworld Cult launch a sneak attack?"

"Go, Master Yan!"

"The people of the Underworld Cult are shameless!"

"..."

The righteous onlookers were all worried for Lin Jingyi when they saw Mo Wuji suddenly draw his sword.

Lin Jingyi did not expect Mo Wuji to suddenly draw his sword, and she quickly raised her sword to defend herself.

The sound of clashing weapons echoed across the square, where two figures in the center of the square kept overlapping and changing positions.

The sword energy unleashed by both sides carved cracks into the ground.

Lin Jingyi continued to attack Mo Wuji. Apart from the initial sword strike Mo Wuji made at Lin Jingyi, all subsequent attacks were launched by Lin Jingyi, and Mo Wuji was forced to parry.

Lin Jingyi was angered by Mo Wuji. Since he launched a sneak attack, she wouldn't hold back either.

She could take this opportunity to kill Mo Wuji, and then her mission would be complete.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Jingyi kicked Mo Wuji in the stomach, sending Mo Wuji flying two meters away.

Mo Wuji coughed up blood and used his sword to support himself as he stood up. He still couldn't defeat Yan Zhao.

Just as Mo Wuji was contemplating whether to admit defeat, Lin Jingyi increased the output of his inner force, and the sword he raised emitted a terrifying light.

Before anyone could react, "thud..." was the sound of a sword piercing a body.

"Brother Wuji!!" Seeing that Mo Wuji had been struck by a sword, Nie Shuangshuang disregarded the fact that they were in a competition and used her lightness skill to fly to Mo Wuji's side.

"Master!" Mo Wuji's four followers also flew onto the stage and squatted anxiously beside Mo Wuji.

"Brother Wuji, how are you?" Nie Shuangshuang helped the fallen Mo Wuji up and let him lean against her chest. She looked at Mo Wuji with a panicked expression, tears streaming down her face.

Lin Jingyi's sword pierced Mo Wuji's heart, then pulled it out, blood gushing from his heart.

Nie Shuangshuang anxiously pressed her hand against the wound, as if that would stop the bleeding.

Mo Wuji was extremely unwilling to accept it; why hadn't Yan Zhao died!

Looking at the woman crying for him, Mo Wuji was filled with remorse. He had been wrong.

Perhaps he shouldn't have joined the Underworld Cult, shouldn't have sought revenge; otherwise, his Shuangshuang would still be the carefree eldest daughter of the Nie family.

"Shuangshuang, Brother Wuji is sorry." Mo Wuji's face turned pale from excessive blood loss. He could feel his life force slipping away. This time, he really had to say goodbye to Nie Shuangshuang.

"No, I don't blame you. Brother Wuji, you'll be alright." Nie Shuangshuang shook her head, crying, and grasped Mo Wuji's raised hand, her voice trembling.

He then excitedly shouted to Tu Tian, ​​"Tu Tian! Quickly go find someone to save Brother Wu Ji!"

Tu Tian and the other three exchanged glances and shook their heads. Their leader was beyond saving.

"Hurry up and go! What are you all standing around for?" Nie Shuangshuang said angrily to Tu Tian when she saw that he and the others hadn't moved. These people wanted to kill her Wuji brother!

"Shuangshuang, it's no use... My heart is damaged, there's no saving me." Mo Wuji reached out and touched Nie Shuangshuang's face, feeling that she was having more and more difficulty breathing.

With his last ounce of strength, he said to Nie Shuangshuang, "Shuangshuang, listen to Brother Wuji, go back with... go back with Yan Zhao. At least, he... he loves you, he will... treat you well. To die... to die in Shuangshuang's arms, ah... I have no regrets."

"No, I only want Brother Wuji, I only want you, you can't leave me! What will I do if you leave?" Nie Shuangshuang shook her head, her hands covered in Mo Wuji's blood, and pulled Mo Wuji's hand close to her face.

Unexpectedly, the hand she was holding grew softer and softer, slipping from her grasp to the ground, while the man in her arms closed his eyes.

"Brother Wuji! Ah... Brother Wuji, wake up! Shuangshuang... I can't live without you, sob sob sob sob..." Nie Shuangshuang realized that the person in her arms had stopped breathing, so she shook him hard, hoping that he would wake up.

But it's all in vain.

Seeing this, Tu Tian and the others exchanged glances, nodded, and began to attack Lin Jingyi with their weapons.

Lin Jingyi, who had been watching Mo Wuji and Nie Shuangshuang, naturally saw Tu Tian and the others' motives.

The blood on her sword had congealed and clung to it as she watched the four men attack her. Lin Jingyi chuckled, raised her sword, and charged towards them.

The people on the platform also realized what was happening and flew up to the platform to surround the four members of the Demonic Sect.

The four of them were already in a hopeless situation, so before they died, they wanted to take someone down with them!

Seeing that everyone had made their move, Lin Jingyi focused on only one person, and soon all four members of the Demonic Sect were killed by her sword.

Afterwards, the crowd dispersed and gathered to watch from the sidelines.

At this moment, only Lin Jingyi, Nie Shuangshuang, and Mo Wuji's corpse were on the stage.

Nie Shuangshuang sat on the ground, letting Mo Wuji lean against her, and looked at Lin Jingyi with cold eyes, saying to him in a resentful tone, "Yan Zhao! How could you become like this?"

Lin Jingyi blinked innocently and asked, "What do you mean by that, Shuangshuang?"

"You've become a ruthless killer! You're no longer the Brother Yan I knew." Nie Shuangshuang said with disappointment, yelling at Lin Jingyi before lowering her head and refusing to look at him.

"Does Shuangshuang know that Mo Wuji is known in the martial arts world as the leader of the Demonic Sect? His hands are stained with countless drops of blood, even the blood of your relatives."

Lin Jingyi wiped the sword clean, put it back in its sheath, and approached Nie Shuangshuang step by step, speaking to her slowly and deliberately.

She never imagined that Nie Shuangshuang was so deeply in love with Mo Wuji, so deeply that she could abandon her blood feud and her moral principles!

Upon hearing this, Nie Shuangshuang felt a pang of panic. Her initial anger vanished instantly, and tears streamed down her face as she looked up at Lin Jingyi, trying to appear pitiful.

"Brother Yan..." she said cautiously.

[Ding~ Mission complete. Host, would you like to return to the system space?] Lin Jingyi was just about to complain that Nie Shuangshuang looked like a ghost, which was quite creepy, when he suddenly heard the system's voice.

Lin Jingyi also felt that it was better to leave Nie Shuangshuang to Yan Zhao to deal with, since she had already completed her task.

"[Go back.]" After saying this to the system, Lin Jingyi returned to the system space.

When Yan Zhao returned, he found himself standing on the competition stage.