"Why aren't you speaking?" Mu Anxiao asked the dog-headed demon with displeasure.
The dog-headed demon sighed, "I did this for you..."
"Stop, don't tell me who you're working for. Don't think I don't know. Just because you have a human face, you think you're human? Dog-head," Mu Anxiao glanced at Xu Lan and the others behind the dog-headed demon, speaking softly, "I won't be moved by you."
"You..."
"Besides, you said yourself that you can only stay here if you have a demon core. Now you say you did this for me," Mu Anxiao snorted, "I won't fall for your sweet talk."
"A wolf demon with a demon core will only harm you, don't you understand?"
"I understand."
"You understand, yet you still want to help him."
"That's my business, it has nothing to do with you. Don't pretend to be a good person in front of me, it makes me sick."
"What will it take for you to believe me, that I'm truly helping you?"
"Hand over the demon core." Mu Anxiao spread out her hand.
The dog-headed demon lowered his head, staring at Mu Anxiao's hand, and sighed. "Since that's the case, I admit, I was..." He raised his face, revealing an extremely sinister smile. "Tricking you." Saying that, he stepped back a few paces.
Mu Anxiao: "Dog-head, just as I suspected."
However, Mu Anxiao had also pushed the dog-headed demon to a certain point.
He thought that if he continued to speak softly, given Mu Anxiao's stubborn nature, she wouldn't believe him anyway, and might even alert the vine demon in the end.
With no other choice, he had to do this.
"Xu Lan."
Hearing his name, Xu Lan responded, "Yes." He then glanced at the grim-faced Yin Cha, stepping forward to stand beside the dog-headed demon, "What are your orders?" He cupped his fist.
The dog-headed demon glared at Mu Anxiao, then turned to Xu Lan, "Lock her up."
"Yes." Xu Lan nodded, and just as he was about to call for the Yin Cha, the dog-headed demon grabbed his arm.
Seeing this, Xu Lan stiffened. "What are you doing?" He looked down at the dog-headed demon's hand.
The dog-headed demon: "You do it."
"I do it." Xu Lan repeated, looking at Mu Anxiao, "Are you sure?"
Immediately, the dog-headed demon let go. "Investigate quickly." After speaking, he turned to the Yin Cha, "You, assist him."
"Yes." The Yin Cha nodded.
Following that, the dog-headed demon glanced at Mu Anxiao one last time, then left.
Mu Anxiao calmly watched the dog-headed demon's receding back, thinking, I knew how could he stay here. It was all thanks to the wolf demon's demon core. How insidious.
"What are you thinking about?"
Hearing the voice, Mu Anxiao turned to look at Xu Lan. "Nothing," she said, then looked at the grim-faced Yin Cha opposite her, "You look unhappy."
The Yin Cha: "You must be guilty."
"Oh, I must be guilty," Mu Anxiao repeated disdainfully, looking at Xu Lan, "Are you going to lock me up now, or what?"
"Lock her up."
"Fine, let's go." Mu Anxiao nodded, looking at Xu Lan, "I'm leaving."
Xu Lan: "I'll go with..."
Before he could finish, Xu Lan interrupted, "You don't need to follow."
"Alright," Xu Lan replied reluctantly, then looked at the Yin Cha, "You're going to lose."
The Yin Cha rolled his eyes.
An hour later.
Mu Anxiao stood in the prison cell, calmly watching the woman in white walk into the cell, casually asking, "Miss, what did you do?"
The woman: "I killed my master." She walked up to Mu Anxiao.
"Why?"
"He..." The woman's eyes darkened, "He was perfunctory with me."
"What did your master do?"
"A cultivator."
"A cultivator... So, are you also a cultivator?" Mu Anxiao asked, proactively reaching out to pull the cultivator woman's arm, and exclaimed, "You're not dead yet."
"Yes, my master reported me, and then I ended up here."
"Okay." Mu Anxiao was speechless.
The cultivator woman: "And you?"
"Me..." Mu Anxiao took a deep breath and said, "It's complicated, I can't tell you."
"I told you everything, and you won't tell me. This is unfair."
"Mine is really..."
"I killed my master because he was perfunctory with me," the cultivator woman said, her eyes narrowing, "My hands are still stained with my master's blood."
"Blood?" Mu Anxiao repeated, looking down at the woman's hand hidden within her sleeve, and said, "Why don't you wash the blood off?"
"I like my master's blood."
"What?" Mu Anxiao suddenly felt this cultivator woman was also eerie, and deliberately stepped back a couple of paces.
The cultivator woman looked at Mu Anxiao's small retreating steps, her eyes darkening, "You're afraid of me."
"It's not that I'm afraid of you, it's just..."
"You're still afraid of me."
As the saying goes, frightening people to death. Having lived for so many years, Mu Anxiao never liked dealing with mortals, precisely because she disliked guessing their temperaments.
Who knew that now, Mu Anxiao had encountered one here.
Moreover, she was a woman who seemed ruthless, which made Mu Anxiao's not easily frightened heart stir.
"Whatever you want to think, that's your business." She took two more steps back.
The cultivator woman: "You..."
"Don't come any closer," Mu Anxiao extended her hand, swallowing her throat, "I don't like blood."
The cultivator woman smiled, "Most people who come here are guilty. What are you pretending for?"
"You're provoking me," Mu Anxiao looked coldly at the cultivator woman before her.
"I'm not provoking you, I'm just telling the truth." Saying that, the cultivator woman sat down.
Mu Anxiao looked down at the cultivator woman and asked, "What's your name?"
"Why should I tell you?" The cultivator woman tilted her face up, staring coldly at Mu Anxiao, "Who are we to each other?"
"I'm not anyone to you. If you don't want to say it," Mu Anxiao, seeing the cultivator woman's demeanor, suddenly sensed she might be a little mentally unstable, "then never mind."
"Then never mind," the cultivator woman repeated, curling her lips, "No one wants to listen to me, why does no one want to... why, why?" She cried, but without tears.
Mu Anxiao: "..." She decided not to engage with the woman anymore.
A few minutes later.
The cultivator woman stopped her wailing and looked at Mu Anxiao, "I'm crying like this, and you don't even comfort me, you tomboy."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao finally realized she was wearing men's clothing, but she hadn't expected her to call her that.
"..."
The cultivator woman: "Are you listening to me?"
"I heard you," Mu Anxiao replied cautiously, fearing she might anger her.
The cultivator woman: "You're very afraid of me."
"..."
"Are you afraid of me?" the cultivator woman asked again.
Mu Anxiao swallowed her throat and said, "No." As she spoke, her back was pressed tightly against the wall.
The cultivator woman: "Perfunctory."
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Author's note:
First update.