Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Chapter 200: The Cold Taoist Priest's Heart Is Hard to Forge

When Wen Ling came out of the sedan chair, except for Luo You who was still conscious, the others were lying on the ground unconscious.

She didn't give them the Nine Netherworld Killing because they couldn't withstand the poison of the Nine Netherworld Killing.

At present, she is unable to confront Fu Yuan head-on. Until she is strong enough, she can only accept her fate and hide.

Fortunately, it now seems that Fu Yuan is indeed willing to give up the four thousand years of blessings and fortune. However, after the matter of Mengli City is over, she can only obediently go back to Tianfenyuan with Fu Yuan.

She knew this was Fu Yuan's current bottom line.

If she crosses this bottom line and doesn't take it seriously, and Fu Yuan goes crazy now, no one of them will be able to withstand it.

When Wen Ling returned to the room, she saw Qinian waiting there.

Qinian wanted to ask her where she had been, but he moved his mouth but didn't say anything.

It was her freedom to go wherever she wanted. Wen Ling put her arms around Qinian's waist and rested her head on his neck. She looked as if she had no bones, lazy and without any strength.

"Don't move, just hold me."

It's too tiring to deal with Fu Yuan, that unpredictable old snake demon.

And she will soon not be able to hold the little Taoist priest.

It was the first time that Qi Nian sensed a depressed mood from her. He stopped his hand that wanted to push her away and let her hold him.

Early this morning, Yan Meng will perform the soul-collecting technique.

Before dawn, she dragged Wen Ling to the highest roof of Mengli City to drink. Looking at the roof, Wen Ling thought of the scene when she and Qi Nian dealt with the blood-red beads together.

Yan Meng looked very relaxed, as if the coming tomorrow was nothing special, just an ordinary day when she took her friends out for a drink and chat.

"You really don't have any reluctance to leave this world? Even the slightest bit?"

Yan Meng, who was enjoying the night breeze on the roof at this moment, was the most relaxed she had ever seen her.

"What's there to be reluctant about? I've lived enough."

Wen Ling studied her expression. "When his soul reunites, you'll be reduced to ashes. You've worked so hard for him for eight thousand years, but in the end, you couldn't even see him. Don't you feel any regret?"

Yan Meng took a sip of wine. "Regret? What's there to regret? My relationship with him ended eight thousand years ago. There's no need for us to meet again. He probably doesn't want to see me."

Wen Ling did not expose her stubbornness. Eight thousand years was no joke.

If she didn't love Sheng Zimo so deeply, who could force her to disperse her great demonic power and use her soul as a container to receive blessings and fortune?

Sheng Zimo sacrificed his soul for the people, so Yan Meng also sacrificed her soul for him in disguise.

Yan Meng looked at the chariot outside the city and raised her eyebrows at Wen Ling.

"Fu Yuan isn't leaving. He's waiting for you. Are you planning to have a showdown with your little Taoist priest?"

Wen Ling spread his hands, "It's much better for him to confess on his own initiative than to hear it from someone else."

Yan Mengsha nodded seriously and looked at Wen Ling teasingly, "I'm quite curious about how that little Taoist priest will react when he finds out you're a demon."

It’s a pity to say this, she can’t see it.

"I have confidence in you two. The ending will definitely be good."

Wen Ling raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "I have confidence too."

It was early morning, and the City Lord's Mansion was shining brightly with golden light. Fu Yuan was watching from afar outside the city, and then turned away with uninterested eyes.

What a fool he is. He gave up his great demon cultivation for the sake of a single human being, and now he has lost everything.

Wen Ling and Qinian stood behind the crabapple tree in the yard, watching this scene.

As the four thousand years of blessings and fortune began to spread out from Yan Meng's body, her body also became illusory.

"So what divides good and evil is not race, but the human heart."

A demon can also sacrifice everything for the one he loves.

Therefore, the Taoist heart that Qi Nian originally upheld was wrong.

Wen Ling stared at his jade-like face, and Qi Nian seemed to sense something and their eyes met.

She knew he was struggling inside.

Yan Meng's body became weaker and weaker. Looking at the hazy figure surrounded by golden blessings in front of her, her eyes turned red and a tear shed at the last moment.

Yan Meng completely disappeared from this world. The last wave of fortune and luck brought with it the warmth of vitality. The crabapple tree behind Wen Ling also bloomed again because of this vitality.

The petals floated in the night wind and fell to the ground.

The two watched Sheng Zimo's soul gradually solidify, and stood there staring blankly in the direction where Yan Meng disappeared.

In just a few blinks of an eye, he disappeared, and once he entered the cycle of reincarnation, he would never remember his past again.

This level of BE is probably the most tragic.

Qi Nian and Wen Ling stood there for a long time without coming back to their senses, each immersed in their own thoughts.

Wen Ling was the first to withdraw. She didn't have much time left. Jiuyousha could only last until noon tomorrow at most.

"Little Taoist priest."

Wen Ling called him with a smile on her face.

The handsome boy looked back at her with trembling eyelashes.

Wen Ling's fingers gently hooked the Star Return Stone at her waist, and the moment she pulled it down, the majestic demonic power seemed to become real and swirled in the courtyard.

The two of them just stared at each other, neither of them looking away first.

The cool breeze carrying the fragrance of crabapple flowers blew across the little Taoist priest's white robe, as if telling him that all this was not an illusion, not fake.

The one standing in front of him was not a human, but a monster.

Qinian's expression was surprisingly indifferent, and Wen Ling could not read any useful information from it.

"Little Taoist, don't you have anything to say?"

"You lied to me."

Wen Ling said these three words in a very cold and heavy tone, and looked at him with a smile.

"Is it a lie? I never said I was human."

"So that's why you approached me?"

Taichu flashed in his hand, Qinian's eyelashes trembled violently, and the Taichu sword pointing at Wen Ling seemed to be shaking at this moment.

Wen Ling watched as his eyes gradually turned red, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes fixed on her, making people feel the deep scarcity and brokenness hidden in them.

It seems that in his heart she values ​​him more than she imagined.

This will be much easier to handle.

Wen Ling ignored Taichu who was pointing at her and hugged Qinian's slender waist.

The red eyes, representing the powerful demonic power of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, instantly appeared, carrying boundless charm.

"I'm approaching you because I like you, don't you believe it, little Taoist?"

Qi Nian fixed his eyes on her face and used his hands to put some distance between them.

His eyes dimmed slightly, and there was a hint of self-mockery in them.

He retracted the Taichu Sword in his hand.

"Just go away and pretend we've never met."

He and she shouldn't have had any connection at all.

Qinian's expression returned to its usual coldness, and he looked like an inviolable saint.

But Wen Ling knew that this was all superficial, and the little Taoist's internal strength was quietly shattered.

"Let me go? I'm a demon, a powerful demon as you can see. You won't kill me?"