However, the Red-clothed Demon Girl seed uninterested in these lucky ones who could still stand.
Felt like he had waited a long ti, yet his life was still firmly in his hands.
Zhao Yi rejoiced instantly, took a probing step back, and the lady behind the Red-clothed Demon Girl, who appeared to be a noblewoman, smiled gently at him, scaring his heart into racing.
But seeing that they didn’t take any further action, Zhao Yi took a gamble and turned to flee the city.
Once out of the city, he decided to beco a farr; the worldly society was too thrilling for him to handle.
Years later, due to his hard work, Zhao Yi had beco a small landlord, owning a hundred acres of fertile land, feeling that his foresight back then was indeed remarkable.
In those days, those fellow disciples and others who dared oppose the Empress of the Southern Country now had grass growing high on their graves.
What worldly society, what Martial Arts... they all disappeared. Ordinary folks living their lives must do so in peace; troublemakers simply have no space to survive.
With Zhao Yi’s successful escape, the remaining non-participants wished they could grow eight legs.
Soon, the na of the Red-clothed Demon Girl resounded across the entire continent, establishing her bloody na with blood.
The Martial Arts Tournant ended without even starting.
More than half of the participants died at the hands of the Red-clothed Demon Girl, so what was the point of even gathering?
"Let see, there’s still a little mouse here."
As Su Li’s voice rang out, Zhuge Letian secretly thought he was dood.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t leave his hidden spot, seemingly discovered by the other party.
Soon, he felt an irresistible pulling force and was instantly dragged out of his hiding place into a heap of corpses.
Coincidently, the corpse beneath him was that of the disfigured Heroine from the Qingli Sect.
Coincidently again, his hand, due to the impact’s force, stabbed fiercely into the heroine’s rotten, mushy skin.
The prickling pain in his hand imdiately traveled to his brain, and the blue-black poison from the skin started to invade, just like with the heroine...
In a sudden move, Zhuge Letian swiftly cut away the infected flesh with his sword.
Su Li, witnessing the entire process, found her impression of Zhuge Letian slightly changed.
She hadn’t expected him to be such a ruthless person.
Brutal to kin, and equally so to himself.
Zhuge Letian grimaced in pain, his forehead veins bulging and face ghastly white, but he persevered, quickly gritting his teeth and pulling out a dicine bottle to sprinkle thick dicine powder over the wound.
After doing everything, he turned to Su Li with a pitiful and aggrieved expression.
"Mother blas , as she should. No matter how you take out your anger on , I am willing."
"Regardless, I owe you, but I still wish to ask mother to give her son a chance to atone and be filial."
Zhuge Letian spoke sincerely, his eyes filled with affection and regret.
Just like the son in the original owner’s mory who stood by her to the end.
As a mother, no matter what mistakes her son makes, as long as he sincerely repents, a mother would ultimately soften her heart.
It must be said, Zhuge Letian understood his mother very well; otherwise, the original owner wouldn’t have sacrificed everything for him, even unwillingly.
Su Li: "You’re comndable, even more outstanding in hypocrisy and shalessness than your father."
Just as Zhuge Letian believed he had so confidence in moving his biological mother, he was struck with a palm so forceful it almost shattered his internal organs.
Su Li: "Heartless beast, if I could kill you once, I can kill you a second ti."
Zhuge Letian was dazed and stunned, unable to believe that his mother, who had loved him as if he were her life in a past life, would truly lay a heavy hand on him.
Those who are pampered often feel secure in their faults, but Su Li simply didn’t indulge those habits.
"I’ll be borrowing this person for a bit."
A gust of wind swept by, and a crazed man with disheveled hair and a gourd liquor jug at his waist swiftly snatched up Zhuge Letian and left.
Su Li had sensed the madman’s presence long before he appeared, simply ignoring it.
Moreover, he hadn’t intended to make a move on her.
Madman: You think I don’t want to? Just can’t beat her is all.
Though he was hiding a strength of the Great Grandmaster Realm, he still felt jittery facing the Red-clothed Demon Girl. He risked everything to rescue his prized disciple.
Oh dear, how did the youngsters beco so fierce these days? He had only been away from the worldly society for a brief period, yet the world had changed.
He should find a secluded place to live with his disciples.
He Yuwu worriedly asked, "Is it okay to let him take the person away?"
Even if Su Li had never explained, through Zhuge Letian’s repeated words, He Yuwu had pieced together so information. Strange as it was, it didn’t affect her support for Su Li.
It was that person who extended a hand when she was in a desperate situation, so regardless of whatever secrets she holds, she just needed to always stand by her side.
Su Li felt sothing odd, suddenly noticing He Yuwu’s gaze was full of gentle affection.
Su Li couldn’t help but blink twice, casually saying, "It’s fine as long as he’s not jumping around in front of ."
"Also, I still prefer n."
He Yuwu blinked in confusion at Su Li’s words, thought for a while, then suddenly had an epiphany.
Su Li thought the other understood her aning.
Harboring secret feelings for her would lead nowhere. Though beautiful won were sweet and lovely, though she’d never had a man, she confird she was very straight, as unbending as steel.
The two, not on the sa wavelength, each believed they understood the other’s thoughts.
He Yuwu: Is Su Li hinting at asking her to find her handso n for amusent?
Hence, after the Southern Country was established, everyone across the continent knew He Nu Xiang’s greatest hobby was tirelessly searching for the most excellent and handso consorts for the Empress.
"The sll here isn’t pleasant." Using a fan to cover her nose, Su Li was about to lead He Yuwu away when a clear, cold voice called out to her from behind.
"Wait."
Before Su Li could speak, Leng Ying, in a rare mont of urgency, spoke up, "As long as you help ...."
Su Li: "Why should I help you."
Leng Ying’s face written with astonishnt, "Didn’t you let ...."
Su Li said, "Yes, but you should know that there’s this thing called missing the ti."
It was only because she found Leng Ying interesting that she casually extended the invitation.
Seeing her patience and resilience that day, she resembled those heroines bearing deep grudges, enduring insults - it was a spur-of-the-mont act, nothing more.
Su Li’s devil-may-care attitude towards the Mortal World abruptly made Leng Ying’s face turn cold.
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