My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 5

But she still pointed to the bed and said, “Then you sleep first, and I’ll sleep after you fall asleep.”

Mu Xuewei walked slowly towards the bed, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

She lay on the bed, and Lin Yumo sat beside her.

Lin Yumo looked out the window. Around this time, the Butterfly Demon should be appearing.

Just as she was about to stand up, a cold hand landed on hers, gently grasping it. A timid, hesitant voice reached Lin Yumo’s ears, “Is it okay, Senior Sister?”

Is it okay if I hold your hand?

Mu Xuewei’s voice was soft, like the evening breeze in this summer, cool yet warm, very comfortable.

Lin Yumo pursed her lips, and comforted her, “Mhm, sleep.”

With a soft “puchi,” a Butterfly Demon rushed in through the window. Unlike humans, they had a pair of scarlet wings behind them.

The Butterfly Demon revealed its fangs, its face hideous, and its bloody wings flapped back and forth beside its body.

Lin Yumo instantly pulled her hand out of Mu Xuewei’s grasp, drew the Kunwu Sword, and sliced across the Butterfly Demon’s throat with one blow.

She ran over and closed the window, placing a talisman paper on it.

Although the Butterfly Demons were a low-level demon race and easy to kill, they were a swarm of demon spirits, and it was impossible for only one to come.

She walked out with her sword, and before closing the door, she shouted to Mu Xuewei, “Don’t come out! No matter what happens outside, don’t come out!”

She closed the door tightly, took out another talisman paper from her Qiankun Bag (a magical storage pouch) and slapped it on the door, then turned and ran outside.

Mu Xuewei coldly looked at the dead Butterfly Demon on the floor, a reddish glow flashing in her eyes. The Butterfly Demon’s corpse suddenly burst open, splattering blood all over the floor.

Damn it, ruining her plan.

She stood up from the bed, let out a long breath, rubbed her brow, pulled out a piece of plain white handkerchief from her bosom, and squatted down, repeatedly wiping the blood stains off the floor.

Her face held a hint of annoyance and regret. She had lost control of her emotions just now, and would have to find a way to explain it to Senior Sister later.

…

Lin Yumo and Li Shuangxing chased outside, only to see dozens of Butterfly Demons rushing towards them on the street of Shili Langdang.

Looking further towards the outskirts, the Butterfly Demons’ wings glowed red, looking as if they were burning against the dark backdrop of the night.

Lin Yumo watched the approaching Butterfly Demons. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they charged with bared claws and fangs, but they did not actively attack inside the common people’s houses.

Lin Yumo turned sideways and hid behind a cargo shelf, watching the Butterfly Demons rush one after another in the direction of the inn.

Could it be… Mu Xuewei?

But her Demonic Meridians hadn’t awakened yet, so how could she have provoked these Butterfly Demons into a frenzy?

Li Shuangxing struck down one Butterfly Demon after another with his sword. No matter how strong he was, dealing with dozens of Butterfly Demons had almost exhausted his stamina.

He half-leaned on his sword, “Junior Sister, there should be a leader among this group of Butterfly Demons who can command and control them.”

“Go kill the leader, and I’ll cover you!”

“Understood!” Lin Yumo stepped lightly and leaped onto the roof of the inn.

She looked in the direction of the outskirts, and indeed, there was a different-looking Butterfly Demon there.

Normal Butterfly Demons had red patterns on their wings, with the rest being transparent, looking as if they were hollowed out.

But this Butterfly Demon was different. Its black butterfly wings had gold and red patterns intertwined. She was holding a cup of tea, sitting leisurely on a sedan chair.

Lin Yumo stepped along the eaves, leaping several times. The Butterfly Demons on the road seemed to sense her presence, stopped in unison, and rushed toward Lin Yumo.

A white figure blocked Lin Yumo’s path, struggling to fend off the Butterfly Demons in front of her for Lin Yumo.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come out?” Lin Yumo herself didn’t notice the hint of anger in her tone.

“But…” Mu Xuewei swung her mahogany sword, knocking a Butterfly Demon far away.

“Senior Sister, don’t worry, I won’t drag you down. If there’s any danger…” She frowned slightly, and said earnestly, “I can run very fast.”

Lin Yumo was amused by her words. Can running fast outrun the flying speed of a Butterfly Demon?

She didn’t reply to her, thinking that if Mu Xuewei really died at the hands of the Butterfly Demons, it was her fate, and she couldn’t blame her Senior Sister for not protecting her.

She thrust her sword at the Butterfly Demon leader.

The Butterfly Demon spread her wings, flew up from the sedan chair, flapped her wings, and landed steadily, avoiding the attack.

The sword strike shattered the sedan chair, and the Butterfly Demon fanned her wings. The shattered wooden pieces flew towards Lin Yumo, as if trying to smash her to death.

Lin Yumo flicked the Kunwu Sword, and a gust of biting wind met the wooden pieces, deflecting their attack.

The Butterfly Demon in red robes spun lightly and landed steadily on the ground. She raised an eyebrow and smiled charmingly at Lin Yumo, “Little girl, don’t you understand how to cherish and respect beauty?”

Lin Yumo met her gaze, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. She felt her blood surging through her body, her stomach churning, and her mind filled with the Butterfly Demon leader’s seductive, vulgar face.

Charm spell?

“Senior Sister.” Mu Xuewei tugged at her sleeve, calling her softly.

Her voice was clear, like a mountain spring, washing away the chaos in Lin Yumo’s mind.

Lin Yumo closed her eyes, shuddered all over, and recovered her senses. This Butterfly Demon’s voice could actually disturb one’s heart and mind.

The Butterfly Demon glanced at Mu Xuewei, her pupils narrowing. Her long red fingernails pointed at Mu Xuewei, “I came specifically this time to…”

She suddenly paused in her speech, and a scarlet stiletto appeared in her hand, rushing towards Mu Xuewei.

Lin Yumo’s Kunwu Sword spun, blocking in front of Mu Xuewei, and went straight to meet the attack.

The Kunwu Sword and the stiletto clashed repeatedly, sparking in the night sky. After dozens of moves, Lin Yumo’s blue robe swirled, and she landed on the ground.

The sword in her hand was buzzing, and the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

It truly is ‘too little cultivation when it’s needed.’ If only she had cultivated diligently in her previous life.

She was currently only at the sixth level of the Path of Emotionless, and dealing with the Butterfly Demon leader in front of her was indeed difficult.

She closed her eyes, let out a long breath, and a layer of thin frost spread out from her center.

The willow leaves blown by the wind drifted past her, covered with a layer of frost.

The silver-white body of the Kunwu Sword was covered with frost and snow. She took a step back with her right foot, and the sword edge gathered momentum.

The blade spun and thrust towards the Butterfly Demon. With every clash between the sword and the stiletto, the exposed skin of the Butterfly Demon was eroded by the frost and snow, and a layer of white frost covered her arm.

After several moves, the Butterfly Demon’s movements slowed down, gradually unable to keep up with Lin Yumo’s offensive rhythm.

Lin Yumo flicked the Kunwu Sword, and the sword left her hand. She suddenly retreated a few steps, landing a mile away from the Butterfly Demon.

The next moment, the Kunwu Sword spun in the air, sliced across the Butterfly Demon’s neck, and returned to Lin Yumo’s hand.

Lin Yumo shook the sword with force, the blood on the blade dripped onto the ground, and then she cleanly sheathed the sword.

As expected, the Butterfly Demons in Shili Langdang stopped in their tracks and scattered chaotically in all directions.

Lin Yumo turned back to the jungle, searching for Mu Xuewei’s figure.

Shoot, she didn’t actually get hurt, did she?

She stood still and looked around four or five times, but couldn’t see Mu Xuewei’s figure. She only saw the mahogany sword dropped on the ground. Immediately, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the hand holding the sword tightened.

“Senior Sister…”

Mu Xuewei poked her head out from behind a tree. There were traces of mud on her face, as if she had fallen, and her normally loose hair was slightly messy. She patted the dust off her white robes and walked towards Lin Yumo with a smile.

“Senior Sister, I told you, I run fast.”

Lin Yumo breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was alive. Thankfully, she didn’t die.

She looked Mu Xuewei up and down, but noticed a wound on her neck and shoulder. Fresh blood stained her white robe, like a red plum blossoming on the snow, extremely beautiful.

She walked two steps towards Mu Xuewei, picked up the mahogany sword on the ground for her, handed it over, and asked, “Are you alright?”

Mu Xuewei shook her head, her voice weak, “Not very good.”

Mu Xuewei’s answer stunned Lin Yumo. She glanced at Mu Xuewei, thinking to herself: This little girl is quite honest.

Shouldn’t a normal person, no matter how badly injured, say ‘I’m fine’ to others?

She reached into her Qiankun Bag and pulled out two bottles of medicine, tossing them to Mu Xuewei, “One bottle is for trauma, and the other is for scar removal.”

She turned her head and looked at Mu Xuewei. A young girl probably cares a lot about scars.

It’s better not to leave a scar if possible.

“Let’s go,” Lin Yumo said airily.

Her right hand rested on the Kunwu Sword, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably. Fresh blood flowed out along her arm wrap, dripping into the soil.

…

Entering the inn, they saw the shopkeeper collapsed on the ground. The tables and chairs were scratched by the Butterfly Demons’ nails, and the stairs leading up were broken in the middle in several places.

Li Shuangxing walked in with his sword and saw the shopkeeper immediately rush up to him, “Oh, Celestial Being, we owe you a great debt today! Otherwise, who knows how much loss my tavern would have suffered.”

Lin Yumo saw this scene, silently sheathed her Kunwu Sword, pretended to be an ordinary passerby, walked into the inn, and quietly went up to the third floor while the crowd was gathered downstairs.

Mu Xuewei followed her up to the third floor.

Lin Yumo paused as she entered the room.

The smell of blood.

She walked in slowly, saying nothing.

Mu Xuewei followed her, sat down on a chair, and stared at Lin Yumo without moving.

Lin Yumo sat on the bed, observing her surroundings.

The corpse of the first Butterfly Demon had disappeared.

She raised her eyes to look at Mu Xuewei. She didn’t believe a corpse could disappear out of thin air.

Mu Xuewei touched her wound, “Senior Sister, the other Butterfly Demons took that one’s body away.”

“I thought… Senior Sister still needed to sleep here, so I cleaned up the blood on the floor for you.”

Lin Yumo looked at the broken window and frowned. The Butterfly Demon tribe was indeed known for their strong bonds and loyalty. What she said about the body being taken away wasn’t completely unbelievable.

However, she had put talismans on both the window and the door. Even if the Butterfly Demon leader came, breaking them would still require some effort.

She walked towards the window, her fingertip landing where the talisman had been.

“Senior Sister…” Mu Xuewei called out softly, her voice trembling, likely from the pain of her wound.

Lin Yumo looked at her. Mu Xuewei’s robe ties were already mostly undone, revealing her shoulder. On her fair skin was a bloody wound, running from below her collarbone to her back shoulder.

Lin Yumo’s face flushed. She immediately averted her gaze and cleared her throat awkwardly.

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