Mu Anxiao had always assumed Xi’er was merely calling this girl a name randomly. To her surprise, the girl was indeed named Xin’er. Her gaze deepened. After she could no longer sense Xin’er’s presence, she straightened up, looked down at Xin’er’s sleeping face, and said, “You’re welcome.” Then, she reached out and took Xin’er’s arm.
Just then, Feng Qishi, after politely shaking off those people, turned and gracefully walked toward Mu Anxiao. He exclaimed, “Muppet, what’s wrong with her?” He stopped and looked down at Xin’er.
Mu Anxiao sniffled, overwhelming sadness filling her as she looked up at Feng Qishi and asked, “Did you bring any money?” She was still crying.
She cried because she couldn't save Xin’er. She cried because she was powerless to change the past.
In short, all sorts of sorrow overwhelmed her.
Seeing Mu Anxiao like this, Feng Qishi felt a pang of sympathy. “Yes, I did,” he replied. He glanced at the large pool of blood on the ground and asked, “Who did this?” He crouched down.
Mu Anxiao said, “Mu Xi’s fiancée, a demon cultivator from a Xianxia sect, Xi’er.” Her eyes were cold.
Feng Qishi reached out and wiped the tears from Mu Anxiao’s eyes. “Are you alright?”
Mu Anxiao shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said, taking Feng Qishi’s hand. “How much money did you bring?”
“Just the bag you gave me.”
“That was mine,” Mu Anxiao met Feng Qishi’s gaze. xxs1
Feng Qishi’s eyes flickered. “Yours, mine, isn't it all the same? We’re partners.” He dared not mention Mu Anxiao kissing him earlier, fearing a beating.
Mu Anxiao replied, “You’re right.” As she spoke, her heart suddenly began to race again. She quickly averted her gaze, letting the feeling wash over her, and looked at Xin’er.
“She’s that girl,” Feng Qishi said lightly.
Mu Anxiao replied, “Mmm.” She didn’t dare look at Feng Qishi.
Then, Feng Qishi looked down at Mu Anxiao’s flushed ears and asked, “Muppet, what’s wrong?” As he spoke, he reached out and touched Mu Anxiao’s ear.
However, startled by Feng Qishi’s sudden touch, Mu Anxiao jumped to her feet and said, “Alright, help me lift her. We need to go somewhere soon.”
Seeing Mu Anxiao’s tense demeanor, Feng Qishi thought that she was someone who cared about appearances, and after his actions, she would surely feel uncomfortable.
Therefore, respecting her, he said, “I understand.” He stood up.
Mu Anxiao deliberately turned her back to him and said, “Stop talking, get to work quickly. We need to get back fast.” Her face burned.
Hearing Mu Anxiao’s words, Feng Qishi thought she must feel embarrassed. He then refrained from saying anything to provoke her and nodded. “Alright.” He looked down at Xin’er’s face. “My apologies, miss,” he said, retracting his soul sword and reaching for Xin’er’s arm.
At the same time, hearing Feng Qishi’s words, Mu Anxiao suddenly felt a sense of crisis. She then impulsively raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face.
Hearing Mu Anxiao’s loud slap, Bidao was startled. “What are you doing?”
“I’m awake now,” Mu Anxiao said, ignoring Bidao. She then turned to Feng Qishi, who was about to lift Xin’er, and called out, “Don’t move.”
Feng Qishi was startled. “Muppet, what’s gotten into you?”
Mu Anxiao stepped through the blood and walked over to Feng Qishi. “Unmarried men and women should not touch,” she said. “Move aside, I’ll do it. You still have to pay later.” As she spoke, she bent down and took Xin’er’s arm.
Seeing Mu Anxiao’s actions, Feng Qishi said lightly, “She’s already dead, her body is heavy. Are you sure you…”
“I can,” Mu Anxiao said firmly.
Seeing Mu Anxiao like this, Feng Qishi replied, “Forget it, let me help you.”
“I can do it myself, don’t touch her,” Mu Anxiao didn’t want Feng Qishi to touch Xin’er.
Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao with bewilderment, sighed, and straightened up. He casually glanced at the man in black who was seeing off the mortals and was walking towards them, without speaking.
“She…” the man in black said, then stopped, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Not long ago, the man in black had been scaring Xin’er. This monster had just killed, and Xin’er had died. This was too much for the man in black to accept. “How did she die?” he asked in a low voice, walking up to Mu Anxiao. He bent down and grabbed Mu Anxiao’s wrist, the one holding Xin’er’s arm.
Mu Anxiao said, “Let go of me.”
“She was fine just now, and now…” The man in black looked at Xin’er lying in the pool of blood in disbelief, tears welling up in his eyes. “Now… why is she dead?”
Hearing the man in black’s emotional voice, Mu Anxiao’s heart sank. “She was killed by that Xi’er,” she said.
Mu Anxiao knew she couldn’t change the past, but she could change someone’s mind. As a cultivator, the man in black could surely live for hundreds or even thousands of years, just like her.
Furthermore, this man in black was also a profiteer who specialized in collecting monsters. She thought he would surely be interested in Xi’er, and the only way to ignite his fighting spirit was through Xin’er.
Although she knew her actions were unethical, she had to do it to prevent more people from being harmed by Xi’er, even if the outcome wasn’t ideal. At the very least, she had found another enemy for Xi’er.
“Xi’er?” the man in black’s eyes deepened. “The female demon who was controlling the monster just now?”
“Mmm,” Mu Anxiao nodded.
The man in black clenched his fists. “I understand. I will find her, and then… kill her, to avenge this girl.” He then looked down at Xin’er.
“I didn’t expect you to have such a side to you,” Mu Anxiao said lightly.
The man in black replied, “No matter what, I am a cultivator. These are things I should do.”
Mu Anxiao pursed her lips and smiled.
Feng Qishi said lightly, “Where will she go?”
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao looked up at Feng Qishi. “I don’t know.”
Feng Qishi’s eyes darkened, and he looked down at Xin’er’s face, remaining silent.
In the blink of an eye.
They buried Xin’er next to Mu Xi. Similar to Mu Xi’s situation, Mu Anxiao deliberately did not erect a tombstone, fearing that Xi’er might find her.
The man in black asked, “Why no tombstone?” He stood before the grave, covered in dust.
Mu Anxiao crouched before the grave, burying the wildflowers she had just picked at Xin’er’s grave. She said, “It’s unnecessary. If possible,” she turned to look at the man in black, “could you help me pay respects at the grave every year?”
“And you?” the man in black asked, raising his chin.
“Me…” Mu Anxiao uttered a single word and looked at Feng Qishi, who stood beside the man in black. “He and I are going to a very distant place, and we won’t have time to come back.”
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