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Chapter 223: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 42

She was dazed and tried to pull her hand back hastily, but she was so strong that she couldn't get free.

He stopped and asked coldly, "What do you want to do?"

"Kill me." Shi Qing stopped him tightly and repeated.

"You can't get out even if you die." Jingrong thought she was awake because of the Polygonatum flower, and explained, "When the flower fragrance in your body melts and dissipates, you will wake up naturally."

Shi Qing's eyebrows curved slightly, "I'm not going out."

"Then what are you doing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the answer he hadn't heard clearly emerged in his mind. His eyes suddenly became as deep as a lake, "Is it for Lin Zhou?"

Shi Qing did not answer but asked: "Isn't this also why you killed me?"

The deep pool shook, and the shocked man was silent for a moment, "Yes."

"That's perfect. You can do it now for Lin Zhou."

"You wish." Jingrong sneered, broke free from her hand and sat up.

Shi Qing also stood up, not caring about her messy clothes and hair, and said:

"I can totally understand that you want to seek revenge on me, but I have more important things to do right now. So, I want to make a deal with you."

"What deal?"

"After I wake up, you give me two months. You can kill me or chop me up at that time. Letting you kill me now is my sincerity."

The movement of turning the dagger in shock stopped, and the weapon fell to the ground, shining with dazzling white light.

A hand faster than his picked it up. Shi Qing admired it from both sides and asked him, "Does it have a name?"

Jingrong couldn't understand her train of thought and was slow to react. "It's just a random illusion, where does the name come from?"

"Is that so?" Shi Qing chuckled, "My sword has a domineering name, but you won't like it, and neither do I."

The bright moon had a beautiful face with a smile on it, but I felt a little cold for no reason when I looked at it.

"Next time, how about you use my sword to kill me?" Shi Qing raised his head, "I want to know if it hurts when that sword stabs someone."

"Are you crazy?" He frowned in shock, looking somewhat displeased.

"Maybe."

She held the hilt of the knife horizontally and handed it to him, "Come on, maybe the dream will end soon."

Jingrong pursed his lips tightly, and on his high nose were a pair of narrow and deep eyes, staring at her for a long time, "As long as you promise me one thing, I will not kill you this time."

"what?"

"After I get out, I will return to Yunqi Sect as Lin Zhou."

"I'm afraid that's not possible." She refused. "The demon world and the cultivation world are like water and fire. Letting the Demon Lord return to Yunqi Sect is tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house."

"I am not a person who takes advantage of others' misfortune."

"I don't know you."

Jingrong was a little annoyed, and Shi Qing added: "I will not return to Yunqi Sect in the next few days. If the Demon Lord is worried that I will break the contract, I can stay in the Demon Realm until the war breaks out in two months."

Jingrong thought about it and nodded in agreement.

The woman's hands were a little numb, her eyes moved, and she smiled brightly: "Thank you, Demon Lord, I'll return this to you."

Jingrong reached out and held it.

Lightning flashed, his pupils constricted, and his hand, which had just touched the sharp weapon, stabbed forward uncontrollably.

puff-

The cloth was torn, and the warm blood soaked the clothes on the chest, red turned dark, layer by layer. It was like a drop of water falling on paper, quickly soaking the center and the surrounding area. When I wanted to stop it, it was too late.

On the back of her hand, her body temperature was still chilly to the bone.

Jingrong was shocked and his face changed suddenly, "What are you doing? I have already..."

"I know."

Shi Qing looked extremely weak, and his face wrinkled with every word he spoke.

Her chest felt swollen and painful with something stuck in it, so she frowned and pulled out the dagger with force.

Without any obstruction, the blood flowed like a flood, and the unstoppable momentum submerged everything, dyeing the dress bright red, and the aroma of wine was covered by the smell of rust.

Jingrong's expression changed again and again. He thought of something and became furious. "Are you doing this for Lin Zhou?"

Sitting was really hard, and as a short pain was better than a long one, Shi Qing fell back straight and lay on the bloodstained floor again.

She had a faint smile on her lips, "I thought dreams wouldn't hurt, so I was careless."

This is the default.

Shocked, his dark purple pupils were like a pool of stagnant water, and a sarcastic smile hung on the corners of his lips, "You're asking for trouble."

"Just let it be."

The dream was too real. When the blood was lost, the body seemed to gradually cool down. When the breath faded away little by little, it was as if I really saw death.

"It's been so long, why hasn't it ended yet..."

It was unknown how long the dream lasted. Shi Qing only felt her body getting colder and colder. In her daze, it seemed as if someone picked her up...

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"What happened to my sister? Why didn't she wake up after sleeping for so long?"

Luosha looked at the woman lying on the soft bed with a worried look in her eyes.

He looked indifferent and didn't answer.

After coming out of the dream, Shi Qing fell into a deep sleep. It has been four or five days today.

The demon doctor examined him and said that he was physically weak and mentally exhausted, which was why he was drowsy. He needed to rest for a while before he would get better.

After Luosha's usual visit, she went back to tinker with her puppets. Jiayan had been in charge of preparing for the war these days, and everything was going on calmly, except that his expression was distracted.

The woman had her eyes closed and was curled up under a thick blanket. Her face was peaceful and beautiful, like a fairy in a myth.

He stared at her in shock, the scenes from his dream constantly reappearing in his mind, and he muttered to himself: "If you like Lin Zhou, why would you kill him?"

His whispers were not clear amid the subtle movement of the burning candle.

He frowned in shock, and it was hard to tell what expression he had. He gently put the part of her wrist that was exposed back under the warm quilt, and stayed with her alone, staying with her for a long time every day before leaving.

After a few days, Shi Qing woke up.

Upon hearing the news, Jingrong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to the bedroom. When he stepped in, he pretended to be cold and grim:

"If you don't wake up, I might have to take action directly."

Shi Qing was a little weak and looked gloomy: "Thank you, Master Demon, for showing mercy."

He was stunned and silent, staring at her for a long time, and said in a faint voice: "Aren't you a monk? Why is your health so poor?"

"It's probably because he was anxious to escape and couldn't sleep at night."

This is a secret way of blaming him.

Jingrong took out a bottle from his sleeve and threw it to her: "This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Take two pills a day. Don't die early."

After taking the medicine bottle, Shi Qing suddenly called out, "Lin Zhou?"

Like a frightened beast, he suddenly shot a startled look at her and asked in an ambiguous tone, "What did you call me?"

"Lin Zhou."

Shi Qing smiled, "In the dream, wasn't he the one you played? But you acted too coldly. As soon as you came in, I knew you were not him. If you had met him, you would probably be very happy."

Jingrong's expression was subtle, "Why do you say that?"

"You both have very similar powers. I previously suspected that you were his father, but after hearing from Luosha that you had never been around any women, I thought you were probably brothers."

Seeing Shi Qing's clear and convincing analysis, the man's face turned pale and blue for a long while before he sneered.

"You are a good guesser."

"Excellent."

"You recognized me a long time ago, but you still mistook me for him, right?" Even though he knew that he was Lin Zhou, he couldn't help but show some anger and resentment at being treated as a substitute.

Shi Qing leaned against the head of the bed and replied calmly, "Of course, but Lin Zhou is completely different from you. People who are familiar with him can tell them apart at a glance, and you didn't intend to act. So it's actually very strange to see you become like him."

"What's different?"

He pretended to speak in a lazy and casual tone, but his eyes were fixed on her expression.

"Lin Zhou is cute and well-behaved, but Lord Demon is in a high position, powerful and confident. Isn't this gap obvious?"

She put forward a natural and reasonable statement, but her emotional attitude was clearly biased towards the former, and her innocent expression was inexplicably annoying.

Jingrong suddenly approached, the woman's eyes widened in surprise, she put her hands on his chest to stop him, and shouted at him: "What are you doing!"

Her face was as bright as the moon, smooth as fat, with a slight blush on it due to surprise like clouds in the sky, and her stunned expression was like that of a small animal with its fur standing on end.

The look in the man's eyes was dark and unclear, and he raised his right hand. Shi Qing noticed it and resisted even more fiercely.

But he had just recovered from a long illness, and with a wisp of demonic energy flowing in his right wrist, he was able to cross the woman's hands and raise them above his head, easily restraining her.

"So do you like Lin Zhou more or me more?"

Because of her struggle, Shi Qing slipped from the head of the bed, with her clothes just hanging on her shoulders. Her black hair was scattered on the bed filled with fragrance. As the man moved, her hair overlapped and entangled, unable to be distinguished from each other.

The calloused palms restrained her hands. The quilt pressed down by the man was like a wide, retracted fishing net, trapping her like a fish bit by bit. Shi Qing's eyes were filled with raging fire, and she blurted out:

"Don't even think about it, everyone will like Lin Zhou instead of you."

The misty blue pupils stared at him intently, with disdain and disgust not concealed at all, turning into blazing flames that burned everything.

The depression and confusion that had been accumulated for a long time were all ignited at this moment. Jingrong gritted his teeth and sneered: "Really? You said before that you don't understand me, so how can you know who is better between me and Lin Zhou."

An unknown dangerous aura was approaching, overwhelming her with unstoppable force.

The next second, a broad palm covered her eyes, and a hoarse and casual voice came from her ear: "Next, you have to analyze it carefully."

The warm breath sprinkled on the skin, causing the body to tremble, and Shi Qing pursed his lips tightly.

He looked down at the powerless woman with a shocked expression, chuckled, and tore off a piece of gauze and tied it around her eyes with one hand.

A familiar scene emerged, but the person he faced was completely different. Shi Qing's breathing stagnated for a moment, and he asked in a cold voice:

"what you up to"

"Don't you know?" The man's pupils were deep, his eyebrows were slightly curved, and he shouted viciously, "Master."

Even though it was deliberately soft, the voice still had its original coldness and sharpness, like a charity casually sprinkled when in a good mood, nonchalant, teasing and playful.

It was visibly that the woman's body suddenly tensed up, and she was nailed to the spot by these two simple words.

Jingrong smiled with satisfaction, and according to the memories that kept disturbing him, he leaned forward and lowered his head——

Even though he couldn't see, he could feel the strong sense of invasion coming towards him, and Shi Qing closed his eyes reflexively.

The warm and soft lips touched Lin Zhou's eyelids. Unlike Lin Zhou's cautiousness, the arrogance and domineering nature of the superiors resulted in a heavier force in this regard, like a wolf catching its prey, fierce and tolerant of no resistance.

"Master, how do you feel?" the man asked fearlessly.

Joy and happiness come out spontaneously, and it is much more natural and appropriate when learning from Lin Zhou.

Shi Qing gnashed his teeth and said sarcastically, "After being locked up for fifty years, has Lord Demon degenerated into an unintelligent beast?"

The two were very close, their breaths intertwined, the woman's fragrance lingering, and Jingrong seemed to understand why that soul was so obsessed with her.

A face as pure and distinct as the snow on the Tianshan Mountains, a temperament that is unpredictable, elegant and detached from the world, occasionally revealing a hint of gentleness, close yet distant, making people unable to stop and wanting this bright moon to shine on them forever.

Just look at yourself.

The beauty is like jade, and the two are entangled with each other. Just a light kiss makes him feel very happy and he can't help but get closer.

Jingrong didn't care about being scolded at all, instead he corrected her in a very good mood:

"My name is Jingrong. Of course, if you like, you can call me Lin Zhou."

"Disgusting." Shi Qing spat out these two words coldly, his face full of disgust.

Jingrong's face suddenly darkened, "Why is it that when Lin Zhou does it, you scold me for being disgusting when I do it?"

"Lin Zhou is naturally different from you."

Although he didn't know why he knew all this, Shi Qing had no time to care.

"What's different?"

Shocked expression lifted the veil from her eyes and rushed into her eyes:

"I tell you, Lin Zhou was created by me using a rib, a soul and a spirit. Lin Zhou is at most a clone of me."

Shi Qing was stunned for a moment when he suddenly learned the truth. "It's different. Even if he has life because of you, your appearance, personality and identity are completely different. He has his own emotions and thoughts. He is a complete person and cannot be considered your clone."

Jingrong's eyes turned red, and a strong sense of unwillingness and bitterness surged in his chest, suppressing his rationality as quickly as possible. His hands could not help but use force, and Shi Qing's wrist bones were squeezed so hard that it hurt.

"I know all of his memories and emotions. He is me and I am him. Tell me, how can I let it go?"

Shi Qing endured the pain, curled his lips and smiled:

"In that case, may I ask, in what capacity are you speaking to me now? Demon Lord Jingrong, or your disciple Lin Zhou?"

Jingrong hesitated for only a moment, raised his arm, and slowly guided her right hand to his heart.

"Lin Zhou was killed by your own hands. He died by the banks of the Mingchuan River and was buried on the top of a mountain, wasn't he?" Master.

The only one alive was the Demon Lord with a shocked look on his face.

His dark pupils reflected her astonished expression. He had clearly won the game, but he felt just like the day Lin Zhou died. His heart was cold and chill spread throughout his body.

Uncontrollably, he wanted to be that boy again.

The carefree boy who was indulged by her only had to worry every day about whether she liked her disciple Lin Zhou.