After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Chapter 286: Hearts...have...a...sense...of...kindness

Especially Xiao Li, who was originally proud of his dual spiritual roots.

He was so excited that he waited to be called, but after seeing the elders and peak masters all took their turns, no one wanted him.

Almost all the disciples with the best qualifications in this group have been selected, and there are not many people with dual spiritual roots among the remaining ones.

But there were still several senior brothers and sisters who had not accepted disciples, so he could only hope that someone would choose him and accept him into the inner sect.

Li Fuyi turned around, and when the roll call was about to begin, he really hoped that his name would be called...

But no one could have imagined that the one who was handed over was Jiuhua, who only had five spiritual roots.

Just now, when he was repeatedly questioned by Immortal Lord Ling Feng, Xiao Li was worried for him.

Now I feel really sour and uncomfortable, I can’t tell whether it’s jealousy or envy.

Why...his talent is so much worse than his, yet he still managed to make it to the top.

Mo Zheng wanted to agree to him immediately, but there was a lot of discussion, so he had to smooth things over.

"This is your first time accepting a disciple, so I need to give you some instructions."

"If Jiuhua becomes your disciple, you should teach him wholeheartedly. Can you do that?"

Although he didn't know whether it was because Jiuhua looked too much like his innocent childhood self, or because his eyes were too similar to his elder sister's, that he wanted to take him in.

But since I have accepted it, I will certainly teach it well.

After all, he is not someone with ulterior motives, nor does he have any secrets that should not be known to others that require him to go against his will and put on a show.

There are so many true and false things between him and Mo Zheng.

Maybe if you pretend for a long time, you will start to take it seriously...

Recovering his mind and not letting it wander, Li Fuyi bowed again, expressing his determination to accept Jiuhua. "Disciple, remember this and be diligent."

With Li Fuyi's insistence, Mo Zheng naturally agreed.

In the evening, he went to Qianlu Peak on purpose and talked with Nanyu Bai for a long time behind closed doors.

After being caught by him, I drank a large bowl of Scrophulariaceae tonic soup. When I returned to Tianze Peak, the moon was already at its highest point in the sky.

Mo Zheng pushed the door open quietly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the empty room.

I was lying on the couch, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

From time to time, I looked at the flat bed, which felt a bit empty.

Li Fuyi's whereabouts were obsessive. He would often be normal during the day, but disappear without a trace at night. He would reappear the next morning as if nothing had happened.

With his thoughts in a whirlwind, Mo Zheng's consciousness gradually became blurred, and sleepiness was quietly creeping in.

Suddenly, I heard the door being pushed open gently, making a long creaking sound.

Li Fuyi had wet hair and was steaming hot, as if she had just come out of a bath in the hot spring pavilion.

Seeing Mo Zheng looking at him with his eyes open, he walked past him as if nothing happened.

Just as Mo Zheng resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep again, Li Fuyi's voice broke the suffocating silence in the room:

"Master, does Jiuhua look familiar to you?"

With a jolt in his heart, Mo Zheng sat up from the couch and responded, "Yeah."

Li Fuyi paused in wiping his hair, his gaze fixed on Mo Zheng, who had his back to him, narrowing slightly. "Oh? Then, Master, why don't you tell me who he resembles? Let's see if we, Master and Disciple, have any kind of... rapport."

Mo Zheng clutched the quilt, thinking that what was bound to come could not be avoided.

"Jiuhua's eyebrows and eyes are like Jin'er..." His voice trembled slightly.

As if sketching Li Jin'er's outline in his mind, he paused for a moment before continuing, "Especially the expression when he raised his eyes, it's almost exactly the same as Jin'er's."

A trace of disgust flashed across Li Fuyi's brows, and he threw the towel in his hand heavily onto Mo Zheng's back. The towel slid down Mo Zheng's spine and fell silently on the floor tiles beside the bed.

"Shut up! You're not worthy of calling me Sister Jin'er."

Mo Zheng knew that this topic was very sensitive in front of him, but since it had been touched upon, he did not want to avoid it. "I have always felt guilty about Jin'er's matter..."

"Enough!" Li Fuyi roared in a low voice, like the roar of a wounded beast.

Mo Zheng was so frightened that his whole body shook along with the bed, and the words he was about to say were completely interrupted.

"Fuyi, I know this is difficult for you, but regarding Jin'er's matter... I still have to give an explanation." Mo Zheng suppressed the pain in his heart and looked firmly at Li Fuyi.

Li Fuyi pounced on him suddenly, squeezing Mo Zheng's shoulders tightly with both hands, as if she was going to crush his bones.

The rage in his eyes was about to burst out, swallowing up Mo Zheng. "Explanation? What explanation do you want to give my sister?"

"She is already dead and her soul has vanished. She can't even reincarnate."

"My good master, how do you plan to explain yourself to make up for it?!" He mocked Mo Zheng's hypocritical kindness and didn't believe what Mo Zheng said.

The so-called compensation is nothing more than the position of the headmaster and the Zichen Sword Sect.

Looking at the elegant man in front of her whom she deeply loved, Li Fuyi was almost overwhelmed by surging anger.

He killed his sister twice! Twice!

Even if he had the chance to do it again, he would still kill her!

Even though he knew how important his sister was to him, he still killed his only relative...

When love reached its peak, he even forgot his sister's blood feud for this man.

What can be exchanged for?

It was the naked truth, a truth that made him want to hammer himself to death.

I hate him and I hate myself... I have ignored the truth many times in order to pray for that little bit of love.

It was not until the scenes revealed by the succubus's interrogation were played out one after another before his eyes that he was forced to face it.

But now, he was leisurely saying something to me about complementing my sister. I'm afraid he hoped that I would be like before and be foolish enough to forgive anything for him.

Mo Zheng felt helpless in the face of Li Fuyi's accusations.

He knew that at this point, no matter what he said, it could not make up for it or undo what had happened.

He endured the pain and raised his hand to touch Li Fuyi, but stopped in mid-air and fell down.

"Fuyi, I know nothing can make up for the harm I have caused you." Mo Zheng's voice was low and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

Mo Zheng's eyes flashed with tears, and he couldn't help but explain: "I... was exhausted at that time. I really, really didn't mean it."

Li Fuyi's body trembled slightly. He had no outlet for his anger and pain. The two consecutive "really" made him extremely disappointed with Mo Zheng again.

I heard him scold my sister with my own ears, and then he stabbed her to death from behind with a sword in front of her.

Now he even dares to say "I didn't mean it" in front of me. Is he trying to say it was a misunderstanding and ask me to forgive him?!