I held the knife handle in one hand and said with a cold smile, "You're right. You are me, and I am you."

"I know very well that I'm afraid of death. I only become fearless when I have no choice but to fight. Now is when I have no choice."

"This knife won't kill me in the short term."

"Because I know very well that this knife didn't pierce my intestines. It just went through the gap next to them."

"However, if no one saves me, I'll still die."

"Let's make a bet! Let's bet on whether we can determine a winner after entering Tiewa Temple, how about it? Isn't this bet fair?"

I knew that the Xin Mo (inner demon) Li Po wouldn't let me out of Taiqu Mountain. As long as I left the mountains, with Zero's connections, he would definitely be able to help me find a way to restrain the Xin Mo (inner demon). He wouldn't bet on this outcome with me.

Only if I gave him a greater chance of winning could he give me a moment to breathe.

The Xin Mo (inner demon) Li Po suddenly detached from my body and stood not far from me: "Fine! You and I have the same temper. Don't force me to flip the table."

The Xin Mo (inner demon) Li Po turned his hands into blades and rushed towards his opponent.

I didn't have the mind to watch the Xin Mo (inner demon) Li Po's victory or defeat. I said softly, "Let's go quickly!"

Everyone knew that the knife in my body couldn't be pulled out.

Lin Zhao wanted to come over and support my arm, but Ye Yang stepped forward and carried me horizontally, running wildly all the way.

I lay in Ye Yang's arms and laughed, "As expected of someone who practices swordsmanship, your hands are steady. Running so fast, the dagger in my body isn't even shaking."

"Hey, I say, Cold Dog, I'm like this, why aren't you crying? Cry a little!"

"Shut up!" Ye Yang said furiously, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll throw you in the ditch."

"Haha..." I laughed loudly, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. You look so funny when you're anxious."

Lin Zhao ran and cried, "What time is it? Why are you still joking?"

I said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't die for a while."

Sometimes, a person's vitality is very fragile, and sometimes it is extraordinarily tenacious. If a person whose stomach is pierced by a sharp weapon hasn't injured any major organs or severed any arteries, it's not a big problem to hold on for a few hours without pulling out the knife.

However, these few hours are a spiritual test for both the injured person and their loved ones.

The fear and agony of watching their loved ones gradually lose their breath is enough to drive people crazy.

I looked at Lin Zhao and then at Feng Ruoxing: "You two, one is the Third Young Master of the Guiguan (ghost coffin) Sect, and the other is the White-Clad Shura. Both of you, pull yourselves together! Don't think about dying or anything. It's annoying to watch."

"Little Milk Dog, give your brother a smile?"

"If you don't smile, I'll smile for you, heh heh!"

"Shut up!" Lin Zhao's tears almost flew out horizontally.

A hawk's cry suddenly came from the sky. Chen Shuyu's Fire-Eyed Golden Eagle spiraled down from the air, and a strong wind rose in the distance. Leaves wrapped in demonic energy, like sharp arrows, shot towards the golden eagle.

Lin Zhao was about to gather his Qi and leap up, but Feng Ruoxing had already jumped into the air: "I'll do it! You support me!"

As Feng Ruoxing's figure rose higher and higher, Lin Zhao's figure left the ground, his body horizontal in the air, his feet kicking continuously at the soles of Feng Ruoxing's feet.

Feng Ruoxing borrowed strength to fly into the sky, and both double blades were unsheathed at the same time, turning into a sky full of sword shadows to meet the flying leaves.

Sword light and green leaves collided in mid-air, white light and demonic energy danced wildly in the sky.

The Fire-Eyed Golden Eagle, which had swooped down from the sky, was momentarily caught in a vortex mixed with sword Qi and demonic energy, unable to escape. After struggling a few times, it stretched out its eagle claws to grab at Feng Ruoxing's back.

"Careful..." Just as Lin Zhao shouted, Feng Ruoxing suddenly turned back and slashed the Fire-Eyed Golden Eagle in half.

When Feng Ruoxing landed from the air, holding two pieces of the bloody Golden Eagle corpse, the leaves flying from all directions hit Feng Ruoxing's body one after another.

Feng Ruoxing landed on the ground as if unaware. When I looked at Feng Ruoxing again, I couldn't help but gasp.

Feng Ruoxing's face had become as white as jade for some reason, but her long hair had turned as red as blood. Her body seemed to carry an indescribable bewitching aura.

Women's beauty varies.

Sinking fish and falling geese, closing moon and shaming flowers, dignified ladies, modest young women, there is no end to them.

However, there are only two kinds that can captivate all living beings: the transcendence of an immortal, the charm of a demon.

At that time, Feng Ruoxing was like a demon girl who had stood in the wrong space. The charm in the bloodiness was natural and irresistible.

Feng Ruoxing threw the dead golden eagle at Lin Zhao's feet: "Little Orange's information is here."

"After you go back, help me beat Little Orange up severely and tell her that she is not a qualified intelligence head."

"Why didn't you tell them that giving me up could resist the Xin Mo (inner demon)?"

Feng Ruoxing said, "Cultivators and warlocks all have Xin Mo (inner demons). Only those in the demonic path don't. Why is that? Because Xin Mo (inner demons) won't look for their own kind."

"I am a Shura fate, a person destined to become a demon!"

"I can't escape this fate!"

"This is my world, you guys go!"

As Feng Ruoxing spoke, the Dragon Spine Double Blades slid into her hands again, Feng Ruoxing's killing intent soared into the sky, and the Shura behind her almost solidified.