My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 64

Inside the Demon Race Palace of Nine Abyss, Ming Xueqing walked in and sat down beside Mu Xuewei. She coldly asked, “Which layer have you reached in the Eighteen Caves?”

“Fourteenth layer.”

Hearing this answer, Ming Xueqing seemed somewhat satisfied. She reached out and touched Mu Xuewei’s wrist, transferring her magic power to Mu Xuewei so that her wounds could heal faster.

Mu Xuewei grabbed Ming Xueqing’s wrist in return, “Tell me, what exactly is inside the Eighteen Caves!”

Every layer in the Eighteen Caves was a virtual hell, each one more difficult than the last. It had taken almost all her strength to reach the fourteenth layer in one breath.

At the same time, she also discovered something: although each layer was more difficult than the one before it, the killing aura emanating from the center of the Eighteen Caves gradually subsided.

Moreover, when she was in danger, that aura had strongly assisted her several times, helping her escape the predicament, which she didn’t understand.

Ming Xueqing raised her eyebrows, “No one has dared to approach these Eighteen Caves throughout history, except for A-Nian.”

“However, A-Nian only reached the tenth layer before coming out.”

“After that, she not only closed the Eighteen Caves but also put a new layer of seal on them.”

“Unless it’s her blood relative, no one else can enter.”

Ming Xueqing seemed a little sad, “Not even me…”

Mu Xuewei released Ming Xueqing’s hand and watched the wound on her arm gradually heal, her mood complicated.

What she experienced in the Eighteen Caves was far more than that. She also felt that her demon pulse seemed to have gone through a cleansing, and her cultivation had greatly increased.

She touched the white gauze over her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips.

…

In the turreted house in Qingzhou, Lin Yumo wiped Ji Nangui’s body and changed her into a pale pink dress.

She wept while closing the coffin.

The emotions she had suppressed on Mount Kunlun finally erupted at this moment.

“Ah—!” She cried out hysterically, and the Drunken Immortal Sword at this moment was like the cheapest kitchen knife in a wet market, hacking at the withered loquat tree again and again.

“They’re all dead, all dead!”

She didn’t use magic power, only pure brute force hacking at the tree trunk repeatedly.

From then on, the loquat tree not only bore the marks left by Xu Mo but also those left by Lin Yumo…

…

Outside the Demon Race Palace, Mu Li, dressed in red, walked towards the entrance.

You Bai saw her and quickly bowed in respect, “General Mu.”

Mu Li glanced at her, coldly grunted “Hmm,” and knocked on the door.

Ming Xueqing looked towards the door, raised a hand, and the stone door opened to the sides of the room.

The first thing Mu Li saw was the white gauze over Mu Xuewei’s eyes.

She bit her lower lip, then walked over as if nothing had happened, and said to Ming Xueqing, “I have something I need to discuss with the Empress alone.”

Ming Xueqing frowned slightly, clearly displeased, but she didn’t speak, just tactfully left.

Since Mu Nianci’s death, Mu Li had been constantly at odds with her, but the two of them had reached a certain level of cooperation only in the matter of searching for Mu Xuewei.

This was what had slightly eased the internal strife within the Demon Race.

Ming Xueqing left the palace and reached out to catch a falling maple leaf. Her gaze fixed on the veins of the maple leaf, and she thought of Mu Nianci.

She looked at the dim sky, and a slight moisture appeared in her gray pupils, which she quickly retracted as her gaze fell downward.

She looked toward the direction of the Nine Abyss border, touched her silver hair, and a silver scythe appeared in her hand, “Heh… The successor of the Drunken Immortal Sword has arrived.”

…

Mu Xuewei sat upright, yet she had no trace of the Demon Lord’s arrogance, only coldness and aloofness. She said, “What is it that you need to tell me away from Ming Xueqing?”

“The one from Mount Xuanling has fallen into demon cultivation.”

Mu Xuewei pinched the corner of her white skirt. When she went to replace her senior sister’s eyes, she only knew that her senior sister’s cultivation had plummeted. At that time, there were no signs of her senior sister falling into demon cultivation.

“Did she suffer a cultivation deviation while cultivating the Path of Heartlessness?” Her voice was somewhat weak, seemingly with a hint of probing.

“No.” Mu Li smoothed a corner of her clothing with one hand, a hint of self-reproach.

If she had given the eyes to Lin Yumo, that little girl probably wouldn’t have fallen into demon cultivation.

Mu Li looked at Mu Xuewei, with a hint of heartache, and said, “She went mad when she saw her eyes.”

Mu Xuewei raised her head, seemingly looking at Mu Li with her eyes, carrying a sense of disbelief. She didn’t speak, waiting for Mu Li to continue.

Mu Li pursed her lips and said, “She single-handedly annihilated the Water Cloud Heaven.”

“And then, holding a blood-stained red umbrella, she went up to Mount Kunlun alone and killed Jiang Yunxin.”

Mu Xuewei’s eyelashes trembled, the silver lashes faintly glowing under the white gauze, “She didn’t leave any message?”

“She did.”

“She said, if anyone has the guts, they should come and kill her. She’s waiting.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Xuewei smiled, looking somewhat proud, “Hmm, that’s indeed my senior sister’s personality.”

…

At the Nine Abyss border, Lin Yumo flashed through the forest, and any demon who blocked her way had their throat instantly slit.

The execution was clean and swift, with no hesitation.

Just as she was about to step into the Nine Abyss, a silver scythe descended from the sky, forcing Lin Yumo to step back three paces.

Ming Xueqing, wearing a black cloak, exposed her white cuffs as she waved her sleeve. She landed steadily on the ground, looking at Lin Yumo.

She took off her cloak, and this time, she clearly saw Lin Yumo’s face.

She really resembles Xu Mo.

Ming Xueqing raised her hand, touched the drawstring of the cloak, and pulled hard, tearing off the black cloak to reveal the white fitted clothing underneath.

She looked at the demon mark on Lin Yumo’s brow and those gray pupils, and couldn’t help but chuckle, “Are you here to look for Xue’er?”

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