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Chapitre 85

A drop of water in need deserves a spring in return, let alone the life-saving grace of the fairy sister.

Chongtai said this to her.

Before leaving, Chongtai placed the deer antler flute in her hand and told her that as long as she played it in times of crisis, the Iron Halberd Army of the Prince of Guangling would stand by her side.

Although I can only lend her one day.

Gu Xi, this cunning fox, had calculated everything. She had foreseen Gu Xi's infatuation, Zuo Huai'an's seclusion for his son, and even Gu Xi's willingness to betray her on the battlefield. She had prepared her story with Sang Chan herself long ago, but she had overlooked the fact that Gu Xi had the Prince of Guangling as a backup plan.

Therefore, human calculations are ultimately no match for divine calculations.

Thinking of this, Pang Wan burst into laughter, laughing so hard she could barely breathe, tears streaming down her face.

He kissed her, coaxed her, but in the end it was all to deceive her.

He doted on her, pitied her, and worked like a slave for her, only to realize that he wanted to trample her underfoot.

—What superb acting! What a ridiculous ending!

She may never be able to love someone as unconditionally as she did back then.

The smile vanished from his face, and the river of tears on his face gradually surged and raged.

Mary Sue's love was a high-stakes gamble, and she lost almost everything.

“Holy Maiden, a girl who calls herself Azhuo requests an audience.”

A voice announced something from outside the door.

Pang Wan was startled, quickly wiped away her tears, and jumped out of bed.

"You lost."

In the corner, a beautiful woman with fair skin and delicate bones lazily dabs petals on her slender fingers.

"Senior brother, I'm a little disappointed."

She lifted her eyelids and glanced at the purple-clad man opposite her, a hint of coquettishness appearing on her face.

Her skin was as white as snow, her cheeks were as red as peach blossoms, and her eyes were like a pool of clear water. Any strong young man in the martial arts world would go weak at the sight of her starry eyes.

However, the man in purple ignored the beauty's flirtatious glances and simply lifted the teapot's exquisite filter cup.

He was still savoring the memory.

Recalling that moment before the battle.

The little girl has grown up.

He thought to himself.

Whether it was her arrogant and aggressive demeanor as she rebuked the crowd on the battlefield, or her ruthless and sharp response to ridicule, she seemed like a completely different person.

That pure little flower was eventually stained crimson, never to be as white as a sheet of paper again, never to be innocent and charming once more.

She learned to hate, she will seek revenge, and her future will be mired in endless entanglement and struggle.

As the instigator of all this, he felt an indescribable thrill and satisfaction.

—She became like this because of me.

Just thinking about it filled him with inexplicable excitement, his blood rushing through his veins with a gurgling sound. This strange feeling was even stronger than when he learned that she was still alive.

"Look at that Moon Worshiping Saintess, isn't she..."

Bai Xiaosheng's voice suddenly interrupted his recollection.

He smiled and glanced at Bai Xiaosheng: "Don't you think she's interesting? She's clearly just a little kitten, but she insists on showing her teeth and claws and pretending to be a cheetah."

“But the army of the Prince of Guangling…” Bai Xiaosheng frowned. That Iron Halberd Army was the real deal!

Gu Xi's eyes turned cold.

"I know what I'm doing." He half-closed his eyes, seemingly annoyed that the sunlight outside the window was a little too bright.

"You're being too reckless."

After taking Pang Wan's pulse, A Zhuo panicked and wrote a line on a piece of paper, then handed it to her.

Pang naturally knew that she was referring to the fact that she had forcibly infused herself with thirty years' worth of internal energy, and that she had to use it all up within seven days.

"Don't worry, I've thought it through. If we don't do this, we won't scare away those who come to attack the mountain." She patted Azhuo's pale cheek and chuckled. "Good Azhuo, don't be sad. It's just ten years less to live. I'm okay with it."

Ah Zhuo blinked, and two clear tears slid down her cheeks.

She picked up a pen, wrote a few words on a piece of paper, and quickly handed it to Pang Wan.

"Please, young master."

Pang Wan looked at the paper, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"You traitor, aren't you forcing me to harm your young master?" She chuckled and poked Ah Zhuo's forehead. "Your young master has his principles. Gu Gong can never get involved in the struggle between good and evil. He can't break his own rules."

However, Ah Zhuo just kept crying and crying, stubbornly handing the paper back to her.

Please, young master!

Please, young master!