"Buried with me?"
Mu Anxiao never expected Ouyang Ye to be so jealous of Feng Qishi. Of course, Ouyang Ye's reaction also made her realize that Ouyang Ye had been quite merciful towards her. With a hint of pity for Zhao Meier, she shifted her gaze to Zhao Meier's face.
At the same time, Zhao Meier was stunned by Ouyang Ye's words. "Master..." she didn't know what to say, so she could only address him by his title.
Ouyang Ye heard Zhao Meier's address, let out a cold哼, and said indifferently, "You know I'm your master, yet you still mention Feng Qishi. It seems," he narrowed his eyes slightly, "you're deliberately trying to anger me."
"I didn't," Zhao Meier said quickly, not wanting to die.
"If you didn't, then a ghost did," Ouyang Ye said, his gaze turning exceptionally cold. "Now I'll ask you, what will you do if you mention Feng Qishi again in the future?"
"I..."
"Feng Qishi is already dead," Ouyang Ye emphasized again at this crucial moment.
As it turned out, Zhao Meier didn't want to accept the reality of Feng Qishi's 'passing'. However, compared to Feng Qishi's life, she valued her own life more. Therefore, for her own sake, she had to suppress her sad emotions and said, "Master, if he's dead, he's dead. I want to live."
"It seems you value yourself more," Ouyang Ye said, sneering.
Zhao Meier was startled.
Ouyang Ye continued, "Since that's the case, then give up completely."
"Master..."
"I lied to you. Feng Qishi isn't dead. That guy," Ouyang Ye interrupted, a smirk on his lips, "is alive and well."
"..." Zhao Meier dared not give any reply, her eyes vacant.
Seeing Zhao Meier's emotionless expression, Ouyang Ye looked at Jiong Ye with a cold smile, "I'll give you two choices."
From the moment Jiong Ye arrived, he had been thinking of ways to escape. Although he had failed this time, he still believed his fate was not sealed. Therefore, he had always believed that Ouyang Ye would not kill him easily. On the contrary, everything Ouyang Ye had done was just to scare him.
However, all of Jiong Ye's thoughts were shattered after Mu Anxiao's words. Looking at Ouyang Ye's cold expression now, for the first time... he felt genuinely apprehensive. "You... you're going to give me a choice." He had lost his former confidence.
"Yes," Ouyang Ye replied coldly.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Ouyang Ye but said nothing.
Then, under Ouyang Ye's indifferent response, Jiong Ye let out a laugh and said, "I've already come this far. I don't believe," he said, "you'll forgive me so easily and give me a choice."
"Yes, you've come this far, and I really don't intend to let you go. To be honest," Ouyang Ye said, narrowing his eyes, "if it weren't for Mu Anxiao, you'd be waiting to be turned to ashes with this screen."
"I would never consider her my savior," Jiong Ye said, completely ungratefully.
Ouyang Ye looked at Mu Anxiao with a cold smile...
Mu Anxiao noticed Ouyang Ye's gaze, but even so, her eyes did not shift from Jiong Ye's face. Instead, she continued to stare at him and said, "Don't be narcissistic. I never intended for you to thank me."
"You..."
"I asked him to let you go purely because of the Demon Sword," Mu Anxiao said deliberately.
Upon hearing this, Jiong Ye laughed, "It doesn't recognize you anymore."
"It doesn't recognize me, so be it. As long as I know it's still alive, that's enough. But," Mu Anxiao glanced at the Demon Sword still held by Jiong Ye, "if you treat it poorly, I will definitely not let you off."
"I treat it..."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Mu Anxiao deliberately interrupted, a smile on her lips, "the Demon Sword heard everything you said about it."
"Heard it," Jiong Ye repeated, looking down at the Demon Sword, "you know your identity now."
The Demon Sword glowed blue.
Then, Ouyang Ye reminded, "Bug, translate. Its master seems unable to understand it." He then glanced at Mu Anxiao.
Hearing Ouyang Ye's words, Mu Anxiao tutted and whispered, "This is my territory. You'd better shut your mouth." After saying that, she nudged Ouyang Ye with her elbow.
Ouyang Ye pursed his lips and smiled.
However, Ouyang Ye's smile was precisely what Xi'er saw. It was at this moment that she suddenly realized Mu Anxiao's position in Ouyang Ye's heart was indeed extraordinary.
Over there, under Ouyang Ye's command, Bug began to translate for the Demon Sword, "Master, yes."
Jiong Ye never expected that, even now, his tacit understanding with the Demon Sword was still inferior to a bug hidden in the cracks of the Demon Sword. Looking at the Demon Sword, his expression froze the moment Bug made a sound. "Don't you hate me?" he asked in a low voice, driven by these emotions.
The Demon Sword fell silent.
Seeing this, Jiong Ye frowned slightly, "What's wrong? I..."
"You gave it a second life. I thank you," Mu Anxiao knew the Demon Sword didn't want to recall past pain, so she changed the subject for it.
As expected, the moment Mu Anxiao spoke, Jiong Ye shifted his gaze, "This is between me and your Demon Sword. You..."
"Honestly, the Demon Sword and I agreed that once you were saved, it would belong to me. Now," Mu Anxiao interrupted, stepping forward, "you can give it to me."
"I am its master," Jiong Ye reneged.
Mu Anxiao smiled, "You just want to use it to leave here, right?" As she spoke, she glanced at the Demon Sword again.
The Demon Sword remained still obediently...
Jiong Ye's eyes darted away, "At that time, I didn't know it was you speaking outside at all. If I had known it was you, I would never have said those things. You... don't try to sow discord between me and the Demon Sword, you wicked woman." As he spoke, his expression became exceptionally anxious.
Zhao Meier looked up at Jiong Ye, who was trembling with anger from Mu Anxiao's words. She took half a step back, having an ominous premonition.
"Fine, I'm wicked," Mu Anxiao said. Discovering that the Demon Sword's state with Jiong Ye was indeed different from its state with her, she had the idea of fulfilling the Demon Sword's wish. "Jiong Ye, promise me you'll treat the Demon Sword well, and I won't want it anymore."
"You..."
"As long as you promise to serve Ouyang Ye well and not think of leaving here, I'll give you the Demon Sword," Mu Anxiao said, deliberately considering Ouyang Ye's feelings.
Hearing this, Ouyang Ye's face showed emotion.
Jiong Ye was startled and said, "Mu Anxiao, I understand the principles. I don't need you to teach me." As he spoke, he tightly gripped the Demon Sword and walked towards Mu Anxiao and Ouyang Ye.
Xi'er's nerves tensed. Just as she was about to step forward, Ouyang Ye blocked her again. Seeing this, she instinctively retracted her single foot and took a step back.