"For ten years, I've been here and hardly anyone has shown me any pity. He is the only one, besides those two, who has ever truly listened to me," the girl bit her lip. "She's not taking him away. He's mine."
Xu Lan: "..." He lowered his head, gazing in surprise at the lip the girl was slowly biting, "Stop biting, you're bleeding." As he spoke, he quickly reached out to steady the girl's shoulder.
Then, the girl slowly turned her face, fixing her gaze directly on Xu Lan, "The demon soul is yours." Saying this, her eyes narrowed, and she thrust her hand violently towards Feng Qishi. Feng Qishi slowly stopped, stepping aside.
In the next moment, the green light gradually transformed into a woman dressed in blue. The woman was covered in wounds, her face filled with resentment as she looked at the girl, "It's you."
"Hello, sister!"
"It's you. Release me. You, now..." the blue-clothed woman clutched her chest, glancing at Feng Qishi, who stared at her blankly, "You're still doing this to me."
"Using you, so what?" the girl retorted, turning her head to look at Xu Lan, "What are you still standing there for? Go."
Thinking about the approaching deadline, Xu Lan could no longer afford to be delayed by anything else.
Thus, he nodded, conjured the black rope with an outstretched hand, and ran towards the blue-clothed woman.
The corner of the girl's mouth curved.
Seeing Xu Lan charging towards her, the blue-clothed woman quickly glanced at Mu Anxiao, who was approaching with her soul sword, and froze.
Then, just as she was about to cast a spell to revert to green light, Xu Lan pulled out the black rope.
The next second, the black rope tightened around the blue-clothed woman's neck.
Xu Lan: "Come back with me obediently." He yanked the rope hard.
The blue-clothed woman's body uncontrollably fell towards Xu Lan.
The girl: "Move aside."
Hearing this, Xu Lan turned to look at the girl, pulled the blue-clothed woman, and looked at Mu Anxiao, "Mu Anxiao..."
Mu Anxiao interrupted, "Help take her too." She slightly turned her face.
Seeing this, the cook hurried to Mu Anxiao's side, "Be careful."
"Hurry," Mu Anxiao whispered.
The cook nodded, quickly went to Xu Lan's side, grabbed Xu Lan's arm, and said, "It's done."
Xu Lan glanced at the cook and said, "Mu Anxiao, be careful." After that, he left with them.
After they had completely departed, the only ones left here were the three of them.
Mu Anxiao gripped her soul sword tightly, looking at the girl who was glaring at her, "Who are you?"
"Mu Anxiao, can't you even tell who I am?"
"You..." Mu Anxiao couldn't figure out who she was at all.
"I'm very pitiable."
"..." Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, "Let him go."
"The wound in his heart," the girl pouted, "is much deeper than the wound in the demon soul's heart. Do you know... what a childhood trauma is?"
"Who are you?" The more Mu Anxiao heard the girl's words, the stranger she found it.
The girl: "I've been waiting for him for a very long time."
"You..."
"That day, I died," the girl tilted her head slightly.
"Died?" Mu Anxiao felt things were becoming strange.
The girl: "The mortal world, that place was so good. But," she smiled and then her lips quivered, "I can never go back. Do you know why?"
Mu Anxiao: "..." She thought the girl had mental problems.
The girl: "Because, I died."
Mu Anxiao: "..."
Seeing Mu Anxiao's silence, the girl said angrily, "I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?"
Mu Anxiao asked again, "Who are you?"
The girl: "Who am I?" she repeated, her eyes gradually moistening, "I don't know who I am. I only know that I'm waiting for him, waiting for him to pick me up, to... pick me up." As she spoke, she began to cry.
Mu Anxiao was completely bewildered.
At the same time, Feng Qishi was quietly weeping, "Who am I," he mumbled.
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao turned her head to look at Feng Qishi, curled her lips, and said, "No way, Feng Qishi, you're a guy, why are you crying!"
"A guy," the girl, while crying, looked up at Mu Anxiao, "Can't a guy cry?"
"..." Mu Anxiao was stumped.
"Can't a guy cry?" the girl asked again.
Mu Anxiao: "..." Her eyes darted away, and she looked at the girl, "That's not what I meant. I just..."
The girl: "Do you want to know my name?"
"You..." Mu Anxiao suddenly felt nervous, "What's your name?"
"My name is Feng Qishi."
"Huh?" Mu Anxiao was startled, then smiled helplessly, "Little sister, you're a girl, not a boy. You say you're him, how is that possible?" She pointed at Feng Qishi.
"I am Feng Qishi," the girl walked gracefully in front of Mu Anxiao, "Watch closely." After saying this, she was enveloped by a dazzling red light.
Mu Anxiao couldn't bear the light beams, so she quickly raised her arm to block her eyes.
Feng Qishi watched the ball of red light calmly, showing no reaction.
Afraid that Feng Qishi's eyes would be blinded by the light, Mu Anxiao hurriedly retracted her soul sword, stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to turn their backs together.
The next second.
Feng Qishi's gaze was no longer vacant. Instead, he looked at Mu Anxiao, who was tightly holding his arm, with surprise, "Mu the idiot, you..." he swallowed, "You're stepping on my foot."
Hearing Feng Qishi's normal voice, Mu Anxiao's heart leaped with joy. She quickly moved her foot, released her hand, and turned to face Feng Qishi, "You're alright." As she said this, her eyes suddenly stung.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi quickly grabbed Mu Anxiao's arm, then pulled her forward, and gently pressed her face against his chest, "Close your eyes," he shielded her from the light.
Mu Anxiao could clearly hear Feng Qishi's heartbeat. Her hands had nowhere to go, so she simply placed them at her sides, closed her eyes, and whispered, "You're alright."
Feng Qishi: "This is between him and me. It has nothing to do with you."
"You?"
"As he said, he is me," Feng Qishi deliberately held Mu Anxiao tighter.
Mu Anxiao: "..." Her eyes widened.
Over there.
The red light gradually dissipated, and the girl transformed into a boy.
"Feng Qishi!"
Hearing the call, Feng Qishi and Mu Anxiao separated. Then, he unhurriedly turned around to look at the boy dressed in modern clothes with a buzz cut, "You really are me."
"When I was young," the boy walked in front of Feng Qishi, looking up at him, "When I grew up, mother would like us. Why... did you come to this damned place with her? Why didn't you try harder?" He glanced at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao looked at the boy in surprise. A picture of Feng Qishi as a child flashed in her mind, and she couldn't believe it, "You really are Feng Qishi."