Chapter 29: Kill Her

“Even if this isn’t your first time going out, you will always be a child in front of your senior brother,” Mu Yunqing said with a gentle smile, his hand softly resting on Su Jiu’s head.

It had been three or four years since they had been this close.

These past few days together gave Mu Yunqing the illusion that they had always been this intimate.

He ruffled Su Jiu’s hair, his warm and caring voice whispering in her ear, “If you encounter any danger, make sure to send me a message, alright?”

Listening to Mu Yunqing’s words and smelling the slightly bitter yet unexpectedly reassuring scent of medicine on him, Su Jiu’s eyes involuntarily became a bit moist.

Just the thought of leaving them behind to escape alone made Su Jiu feel a sudden wave of guilt.

【But they are the protagonists; they don’t need me to save them.】

Su Jiu could only comfort herself this way.

Mu Yunqing noticed her hand hanging at her side had tightened into a fist, and he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

“Alright,” he said, releasing his hand. He knew that continuing this conversation would only make Su Jiu feel guilty, so he took two steps back and said casually, “It’s getting late; go pack your things.”

As night deepened, perhaps thinking about leaving the Qianyuan Sect tomorrow and distancing herself from danger, Su Jiu found it impossible to sleep.

After tossing and turning for a long time, she finally began to feel drowsy.

But she didn’t know how long it had been.

Suddenly, someone jumped into the courtyard from outside the wall.

Dressed in tight black clothing that almost blended into the night, only a pair of eyes flickered with a cold, ghostly light.

“There’s demonic energy here.” The jade pendant beside him vibrated slightly, and only Mo Lin could hear the voice.

His brows furrowed slightly as he paused in the corner, one hand resting on the curved dagger at his waist, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light: “Impossible, this is my senior sister’s residence.”

“That orphan brought back from the human realm by Shen Wangchen?” The elderly voice from the jade pendant chuckled strangely. “Could it be that he’s found himself a little child bride?”

Mo Lin’s expression immediately turned cold: “Shut up!”

But the voice continued, “Oh~ Are you jealous? I know you like your master Shen Wangchen, so naturally, you can’t stand to see a woman by his side… If that’s the case, why not kill her? If you kill her, there will be only you beside Shen Wangchen~”

“Kill her, kill her~ She will take Shen Wangchen away and ruin your grand plans…”

In the darkness, the boy’s youthful and delicate face suddenly twisted into a grimace, and his grip on the dagger at his waist tightened.

“Shut up! You shut up! It’s not like that, it’s not…”

He screamed in his mind as if he had gone mad, but he couldn’t block out that voice.

It was tempting him,

To kill Su Jiu.

“No, no!”

Mo Lin suddenly collapsed in the corner, a not-yet-embroidered sachet falling from his waist as he moved, landing beside him.

The boy’s fingers gripped a nearby tree trunk tightly, but the voice continued to echo in his mind like a curse.

“Kill her, and you can have your master Shen Wangchen!”

“Shen Wangchen is under a love curse; he’s waiting for you~ Mo Lin, think about your master. He’s so handsome, so beautiful; don’t you really want to possess him?”

“That’s Shen Xianjun, the exalted Shen Xianjun, as pure as ice and snow. Can you really bear to give him up to someone else?”

“Listen, Shen Wangchen is calling for you!”

In the darkness, the boy’s face grew paler.

“Master, Master…”

He murmured, seemingly lured by something, a sickly smile suddenly appearing on his pale face.

“No, Master is mine… he can only be mine.”

“Good! Good boy!” The elderly voice in the jade pendant suddenly burst into laughter.

“If he is yours, then now, go kill the woman in the house. She still carries your master’s scent!”

Mo Lin slowly stood up, accidentally kicking the half-embroidered sachet at his feet, which rolled under the tree, covered by falling flowers and leaves.

He tightened his grip on the curved dagger at his waist, slowly drawing it out, the blade shining with a cold white light, revealing his features distinctly for a moment.

It was a face that had not yet fully matured but was already poised to rival the beauty of Shen Wangchen and Cang Qianxue in the future.

However, his eyes seemed to have immersed in the darkness, sickly and sinister.

On the bed, the girl was still lost in her dreams.

She appeared to be sleeping restlessly, her delicate brows furrowed, lying on her side toward the outside, her knees drawn up, hugging herself in a posture that lacked security.

Mo Lin stood beside her bed, and for some reason, his hand gripping the knife began to tremble slightly.

“Kill her.”

The voice from the jade pendant commanded him.

Yet Mo Lin gazed at the beautiful, peaceful face, holding the knife, and uncontrollably took a step back.

The jade pendant trembled violently in anger.

Useless!

Useless!

If the old man within the jade pendant still had some cultivation, he would have crawled out to control Mo Lin and have him strike Su Jiu down.

Kill her,

Only then would their plan be foolproof.

His expression shifted back and forth; Mo Lin stood silently in front of Su Jiu’s bed for what felt like an entire incense stick’s time before finally sheathing the knife at his waist and silently turning to leave.

On the wall, a fox with fiery red fur watched his silent departure in the night, a trace of disdain flickering in its bright blue eyes.

Is this really the person the demon clan sent?

Useless!

The fox withdrew its gaze and looked into the house, where the girl seemed to shrink herself even more as if suffering from the cold.

She was already petite; in this position, she resembled the meager little rabbit that had provoked the fox just before leaving that day.

The fox gracefully leaped down from the wall, moving elegantly under the moonlight, its fluffy red tail draping over its neck.

Kill her.

It was just a fleeting thought.

However, after a long while, just like the young man had sheathed his knife, Qi Chaoyue casually tucked away his tail.

He wouldn’t kill someone like Mo Lin,

So why should he, the noble young master of the demon realm, do it?

He wouldn’t kill her either.