My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 51

Mu Xuewei was abruptly teleported out. She looked up at the Floating Mirror, the murderous intent in her heart intensifying.

She drew out the Yangshan Snow sword and rushed straight towards the disciple in charge of the Floating Mirror, placing the sword against her neck.

“Summon my Senior Sister back,” her grey pupils were filled with coldness and hostility. “I said, summon her back!”

Her voice was hoarse.

The disciple was so frightened by her that she trembled all over and fell onto her rear end. “I… I…”

“Her… her her her her, her jade pendant is not… not, not on her body…”

She stammered, “It’s already… already too late to save her…”

“What use are you!” Mu Xuewei raised Yangshan Snow. She no longer cared that this was Baidi City. The sword sliced the disciple’s skin, almost piercing her vein.

“Mu Xuewei!” Shen Zhuli raised the (Tide Sound of the Azure Sea) sword, pushing Yangshan Snow upwards, barely managing to stop Mu Xuewei.

“Senior Sister Lin won’t be in trouble. Master is still sitting there.”

Mu Xuewei looked up at Shen Zhuli, gripping Yangshan Snow tightly.

If the Weiyang Sword was with her, it would be a different story. That was the demon race’s territory; she could directly enter Luosha Forest instead of standing here, completely helpless.

Her fingernails dug into her flesh, leaving imprints on her palm. If her Senior Sister died, what meaning would there be in her reliving this life?

Wait, her Senior Sister had personally asked her for the Weiyang Sword.

Senior Sister… did she know the function of the Weiyang Sword?

How… how could she know?

Could it be…

Mu Xuewei didn’t dare to think further.

She didn’t understand who it was, who told Li Shuangjiang about the forbidden technique of the Hollow Men?

In this life, everything was different from the last. Everything had changed because of her Senior Sister and her, from the initial Butterfly Demon, to the enemy refining the Jade-Tailed Golden Scorpion, and the appearance of the Soul-Locking Pill.

Not one thing was under her control.

If these things were also happening in the last life, why had she never noticed?

Or was it that the timing was inconsistent?

Suddenly, Mu Xuewei looked at the Floating Mirror again, her pupils widening.

No wonder she felt Li Shuangjiang looked somewhat familiar the first time she saw her.

In the previous life’s massacre, the leader included Li Shuangxing.

She looked at the Elder seats, face after face clear before her eyes. Of the Elders sitting there, few were truly innocent.

In the previous life, she returned to the demon race five years later. Now, she had a feeling she would be separated from her Senior Sister very soon.

It wasn’t just because Mu Li had recognized her…

She looked up at the sky; a storm was brewing.

Qi Shiyu stood up, about to rush to Luosha Forest, but someone stopped her.

Sect Master Qi said, “It’s too late for you to go now. Even with a teleportation talisman, it will take you two days to reach Luosha Forest with your speed.”

Qi Shiyu’s fingertips trembled. “As the head of the Hundred Families, and as the Sect Master of Baidi City, shouldn’t Sect Master Qi take the lead in dealing with the collusion between Shuiyun Tian and the demon race!”

She rushed towards Luosha Forest without looking back.

The purple ice crystals began to shrink, becoming as fine as powder. They dropped onto Lin Yumo’s skin, leaving blood spots on the back of her hands.

“Stop struggling; you can at least die with some dignity,” Li Shuangjiang said.

Lin Yumo blinked hard. The blurry double vision in her eyes gradually cleared. She wiped a streak of blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up, and chuckled, “Xu Mo is truly soft-hearted. When eliminating evil, you must pull out the roots, otherwise, you’ll leave behind scourges like you.”

This one sentence thoroughly enraged the three of them. Li Shuangjiang said, “You’re asking for death!”

Flying swords danced in the purple world, colliding back and forth with Zui Xian (Drunken Immortal). A dagger grazed Lin Yumo’s neck, leaving a bloody mark. Blood dripped down her neck, staining the collar of her white undergarment.

Li Shuangxing hovered in mid-air, looking down at Lin Yumo standing amidst the pile of people, and mocked, “Are you exhausted already? Back then, Xu Mo could kill the entire Xiaoxing Pavilion family by herself.”

Lin Yumo’s vision was blurry, and her ears were ringing. She couldn’t clearly hear what Li Shuangjiang was saying, but judging by the sarcastic curve of her mouth, it definitely wasn’t anything good.

She fiercely cut off the necks of the Hollow Men, separating their heads from their bodies. Only then were they truly dead.

A sword, whose origin was unknown, suddenly pierced Lin Yumo’s abdomen. She clutched her abdomen and knelt in the pile of the dead, her whole body numb.

Her face, hands, and clothes were all covered in blood.

Another sword slashed down towards Lin Yumo. She raised her sword to block it, but her knee sank an inch into the dirt.

She tilted her head back, opened her blood-soaked mouth, and said to Li Shuangjiang, “You’re only capable of this much…”

Li Shuangjiang smiled, raising a hand. Ban Xiao and Jiang Lanshan, who were watching from the side, suddenly rushed towards Lin Yumo, pulling her out of the range of the Hollow Men and throwing her onto the ground.

Lin Yumo supported herself with her palms on the ground. There was blood and mud under her fingernails.

She looked up at Li Shuangjiang, gripped Zui Xian, and stood up again, “If you have the guts—”

“Then come—”

“And kill me—”

The Zui Xian sword stirred up a fierce wind, heading towards Li Shuangjiang with the pressure of a bursting dam.

Twelve flying swords broke through the wind, slicing Lin Yumo’s hands and feet.

Lin Yumo half-knelt on the ground, her eyes scarlet. She swung the Zui Xian sword and rushed towards Li Shuangjiang again, but unfortunately, she couldn’t clearly see Li Shuangjiang’s figure and could only rely on intuition to judge her position.

Ban Xiao and Jiang Lanshan’s chains rushed towards Lin Yumo, firmly pinning her in the air.

The barbs on the iron chains were all erected, sinking into Lin Yumo’s skin. Blood soaked through her clothes, following the barbs.

Li Shuangjiang laughed, “Some people call the genius of Shuiyun Tian who can perform the Cloud Water Thirty-Six Swords a prodigy. Then what am I?”

Her eyes suddenly turned fierce, “Cloud Water, Forty-Eight Swords—!”

This sword strike contained all her strength. If these forty-eight swords penetrated Lin Yumo, Lin Yumo would be virtually guaranteed to die.

Wei Qingyi suddenly stood up, her heart filled with unease.

The ink-wash bracelet on Mu Xuewei’s wrist vibrated incessantly, then suddenly broke, falling to the ground with a “crackling” sound.

The first drop of rain fell on Baidi City today.

The purple ice crystals landed on Lin Yumo’s fallen Zui Xian sword.

Forty-eight Cloud Water flying swords penetrated Lin Yumo’s body, leaving holes. Blood flowed from the puncture wounds, staining her blue-green robe.

Ban Xiao and Jiang Lanshan retracted their daggers and chains.

Lin Yumo was allowed to fall from the air, crashing heavily onto the ground, the impact scattering a circle of dust.

Zui Xian let out a cry, and a crack appeared on its body.

The rain in Baidi City was gloomy, mixed with a smell of blood that made people nauseous.

A single snowflake, pure white and flawless, was mixed in with the torrential rain. It landed on Yangshan Snow, turning into fine water droplets.

The light rain then turned into hail, the size of soybeans, smashing onto the ground, breaking and splattering, like silent cries.

Mu Xuewei stood in Baidi City, her eyes scarlet, her heart contracting sharply. Her blood surged, and the struggle and roar in her heart reached her lips, turning into silent sorrow.

“Ah—!” Mu Xuewei was on the verge of collapse. She trembled all over, turning around to look at the people in the audience and Elder seats.

Yangshan Snow shot out of its sheath, heading straight for the Elder of Shuiyun Tian.

Just an inch away from the person, it was forcefully suppressed by the power of several Elders, making her kneel on the ground.

Mu Xuewei struggled with all her might, but there was no way to break through the suppression.

The resentment and hatred in her heart couldn’t find an outlet and were bottled up inside. She felt like she was dying.

A surge of demonic energy wildly traversed Luosha Forest, carrying overwhelming pressure and surge.

A flash of firelight swept across the Floating Mirror. The Hollow Men rushing towards Lin Yumo had their heads uniformly severed.

The firelight returned to the hands of a person, ceasing its activity and revealing the red Jiemie Wheel.

She was dressed in red, covered by silver armor, bringing a sense of heroism mixed with allure and flamboyance. The only flaw was that she had only one arm.

She single-handedly picked up Lin Yumo, who had fallen to the ground, and looked at Li Shuangjiang, then at Ban Xiao and Jiang Lanshan nearby. Her lips moved. After a pause, she said, “Go back and pass a message to your immortal family, just say…”

“Forget it, I’ll go and say it myself…”

She walked away with Lin Yumo in her arms. After she had walked ten steps, the red and purple wheels in mid-air both exploded.

The Hollow Men and Li Shuangjiang’s group also exploded, turning into clouds of bloody mist, slowly seeping into the ground, nourishing the seeds of the Tiao Zhu grass in the soil.

The land was stained with blood, turning scarlet, and the scarlet area just reached Mu Li’s heels.

It was only when everything returned to the soil that Mu Li turned her head to look at the sky, her expression fierce, her killing intent extremely heavy.

On the other side of the Floating Mirror, Mu Li’s face was reflected in everyone’s eyes. Her hair was tied high, secured by a silver crown. Her crimson lips held a strange curve, like the Mandarava flower of hell, seductive and deadly.

“It’s Mu Li, it’s Mu Li!”

“She’s not dead! She’s still alive!”

Having achieved her goal, Mu Li withdrew her gaze from the other side, carrying the person in her arms towards the Nine Abyss Sin Prison.

When Qi Shiyu arrived, everything was silent. A large area of withered branches had collapsed in Luosha Forest.

The remnants of the withered branches were the marks left by the Jiemie Wheel. Such a terrifying and brutal killing method could only be done by the demon race’s female general.

“Mu Li.” Qi Shiyu, carrying the Kunwu Sword, rushed alone towards the Nine Abyss Sin Prison.

—The Nine Abyss Sin Prison has a pool of crimson water, with peach blossoms planted on both sides of the water.

And the place where Mu Li was, was the Dried Abyss closest to Luosha Forest.

The Dried Abyss was arid, and the land was cracked. This pool of crimson water separated the Demon Palace from the Nine Abyss.

Lin Yumo was suspended on a piece of red jade, with red mist steaming from the jade. She had been changed into a set of red clothes, but blood still seeped through the bright red from the holes in her body, staining it reddish-brown.

Mu Li sat beside her, pursing her lips. Her fingertips approached Lin Yumo’s face countless times, but she pulled them back again.

A woman in a black cloak walked over slowly. She took off her cloak, and three thousand silver strands of hair were revealed from under the cloak.

She lowered her silver eyelashes and looked at Lin Yumo expressionlessly.

“Antidote.” Mu Li didn’t look back at her. Her voice was trembling and cold.

But the person behind her still didn’t respond. She just looked down at her until her gaze fell on the Zui Xian sword. Her lips moved slightly, and she said, “Zui Xian sword.”

“Heh.”

“I will definitely not save her.”

Mu Li quickly turned around. In the blink of an eye, the Jiemie Wheel was against that person’s neck. “You want to turn her into a Corpse Puppet?”

A Corpse Puppet, or Shi Kui, was a higher-level puppet than a Hollow Man. Simply put, it was smarter and tougher.

The woman’s voice was languid, saying, “Yes, she is very suitable to be a Corpse Puppet.”

“Is this your deal with that little brat from Shuiyun Tian?”

The woman did not speak, essentially admitting it.

After a moment, she said, “If she is the descendant of that person, I definitely won’t give the antidote. You know, that is the hatred for killing a wife.”

The Jiemie Wheel was lightly flicked by her. Mu Li’s entire arm instantly went numb. “Don’t worry about a child. Go and do the proper business.”

“One of the reasons I don’t want you to turn her into a Corpse Puppet is for your sake,” Mu Li retracted the Jiemie Wheel and shook her arm.

The woman raised an eyebrow, her silver eyelashes moving slightly. “I’d like to hear the details.”

“I saw the person you are looking for,” Mu Li half-sat on the red jade, one hand propped behind her. “She has grey eyes and silver eyelashes, just like you, but she doesn’t look much like you; she looks more like her.”

“Oh? Where is she?” The woman’s voice finally showed some emotion.

“Antidote.”

The woman threw the antidote to Mu Li without hesitation.

Mu Li said, “Baidi City.”

“Wait,” she called out to the woman.

“Ming Xueqing,”

“If she knows you plan to turn her Senior Sister into a Corpse Puppet, then you will have the hatred of killing a wife with her too.”

Ming Xueqing did indeed stop in her tracks, a hint of jealousy on her face. She said, “Then I’ll also remind you not to easily give the antidote before someone can save that child.”

“Right now—it’s the poison from the Corpse Puppet that’s keeping her alive by a thread.”

After she finished speaking, she pulled her black cloak tighter and headed towards Baidi City.

Mu Li watched her retreating figure, feeling a bit secretly pleased.

She had hidden a thought, not telling Ming Xueqing that Mu Xuewei didn’t have the Weiyang Sword. If her identity were exposed, she would probably die in Baidi City.

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