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Chapter 123 The White Moonlight Monk Who Criticizes Wolfhounds 24

Shi Qing flipped his fingers, took a step back, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Wu Ji.

"Even if my father has wronged you, what about my mother and others? You are wrong for killing innocent people without any reason."

Wu Ji raised his lips and said in a bad tone:

"So what if I'm wrong? I've said it before, I always hold grudges. If he makes me unhappy, I will kill his whole family and make them all unhappy!"

Shi Qing's pupils shrank slightly, and he gritted his teeth: "Wu Ji, you are really a lunatic."

Hearing this, Wu Ji raised his eyebrows and actually smiled.

"Sister, you want revenge, but now your enemy is right in front of you, why don't you take action? Are you heartbroken?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Fuxue sword stabbed forward suddenly.

Wu Ji dodged to the side and continued to provoke her: "Sister is so cruel. We have been through life and death, but now sister has turned her face and refused to recognize us."

"you shut up."

Shi Qing scolded coldly and attacked without mercy.

Wu Ji dodged nonchalantly, looking at Shi Qing whose breath was obviously unstable, and smiled:

"Sister risked her life for me, how could she be so heartless now?"

"Come to think of it, my sister treats me very well. How about we just write off our past grudges?"

The malicious words continued to disgust her. Shi Qing was furious. The smell of blood instantly rushed up her throat and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Wu Ji stood aside leisurely and relaxed.

"Sister, don't you think there's something wrong with your spiritual power?"

Shi Qing frowned, wiped the corner of his mouth, and felt the spiritual power in his dantian.

Nothing can be found, absolutely nothing!

She stared at Wu Ji, who was talking and laughing, "It was you who did this!"

Wu Ji counted on his fingers, "Let me count. The medicine my sister drank, the osmanthus porridge, the red date millet soup, the lotus root chicken soup... all contain medicine that suppresses spiritual power. The bowl you drank this morning also has it."

The spiritual power in his body seemed to dissipate overnight. Shi Qing looked at him hatefully, "Wu Ji!"

The young man smiled proudly, "Sister, how about we end the feud between us once and for all and continue to get along like this from now on?"

Shi Qing sneered, "You're dreaming!"

Wu Ji said in a negotiating tone, "Now that my sister can't use her spiritual power, she is like a fish on a chopping board, at my mercy. Why bother yourself?"

Shi Qing said nothing and attacked with a sword.

Even though she had lost her spiritual power, she was still agile and her sword was sharp, brushing Wu Ji's cheek several times.

Wu Ji finally concentrated and used his spiritual power to dodge.

He took the opportunity to touch his severed hair, and said while dodging, "When I saw my sister practicing sword, I thought that if I didn't destroy this sword, I would never be able to control my sister."

With an uncontrollable sense of danger rising in his heart, Shi Qing wanted to retract his sword.

However, Wu Ji had already drawn out the Chi Xiao Sword and directly pressed it against Fu Xue. The dark red evil spirit quickly climbed up and wrapped around the moon-white sword body as if it had life.

It loses its luster in an instant and becomes dull inch by inch.

In a moment, the sword broke into pieces at the hilt and fell to the ground with the wind.

"Fuxue!"

Shi Qing screamed miserably, and the light in his eyes was instantly extinguished.

Wu Ji looked straight into her eyes that were filled with hatred and tears, and was stunned for a few seconds.

"elder sister……"

Without waiting for him to say anything, Shi Qing attacked him with bare hands and chopped him down with his hand.

Wu Ji dodged easily, grabbed her with his backhand, and murmured: "Sister, I really want to be with you."

Shi Qing said nothing and struggled with gritted teeth.

Wu Ji leaned forward and rested his head on Shi Qing's neck, saying affectionately, "Let's just pretend nothing happened and start over, okay?"

Shi Qing struggled with his hands and said hatefully, "You are dreaming."

Wu Ji sighed softly, "If sister can't forget, we will go find the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord is very powerful. I will ask him to erase these unpleasant memories. When you wake up, we can be the same as before."

Suddenly, a system that hadn't been seen for a long time appeared:

[Host, the fantasy world of cultivation is a high-risk world. If all your memories are erased, you will be trapped here. It is recommended that the host leave quickly!]

Amnesiac?

Shi Qing was shocked.

She calmed down and stayed still.

Wu Ji was stunned, and said in a sweet voice: "Are you scared, sister?"

Shi Qing nodded, closed her eyes, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"Please, don't do this."

Wu Ji gently touched her cold cheek with satisfaction, inserted the Chi Xiao Sword into the ground, took out the medicine bottle with his other hand, and poured out a brown pill.

He pinched the medicine between two fingers and put it to her lips, "Sister, take it."

Shi Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, "What is this?"

Wu Ji smiled and said, "It's just a pill that makes my sister feel weak all over. It's not poisonous."

Shi Qing hesitated for a moment and swallowed it.

Wu Ji let her go with satisfaction, pulled out the Chi Xiao Sword, and wiped it gently, "Sister, you should have done this earlier--"

Suddenly, the girl ran straight into the sharp blade like a moth to a flame.

Blood was splattered everywhere.

Wu Ji's pupils suddenly shrank, his mind went blank, and he lost the ability to think and move like a piece of wood.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and he stared blankly at the girl's slowly falling body.

Suddenly, he took short, convulsive breaths and hugged the bleeding Shi Qing in panic.

"Sister...Sister..."

The warmth in the body quickly dissipated, the whole body became numb with cold, and the pain came slowly and intensely, causing Shi Qing to burst into tears.

Wu Ji tried helplessly to cover the wound on her neck, but it was no use. The warm blood still flowed out from between his fingers.

The more he wiped, the dirtier it became, until the girl's neck was a mess.

Her favorite white moon-colored dress was completely stained red with blood, just like the scarlet dress he bought.

The girl lay miserably in his arms like a butterfly with broken wings, her breathing becoming lighter each time.

His face suddenly turned pale, and he stared at her blankly, his red eyes motionless, and the muscles on his cheeks twitching slightly.

Tears of pain filled his eyes, and whenever Shi Qing moved slightly, the tears flowed out continuously.

Her lips moved, but no words came out.

Wu Ji lowered his head, leaned closer, and faintly heard intermittent words: "Wu Ji... I..."

His voice was like a kite floating in the air, trembling: "Sister...what do you want to say?"

The person in my arms is quiet.

Wu Ji looked at it in shock.

She had already closed her eyes at some point, and the last tear at the end of her eye slowly slid down her bloodless cheek.

"……elder sister?"

In the world, there was only the gurgling river, the singing birds, the blooming flowers, and his trembling breathing.