The pain in her chest gradually weakened, and the Guworm finally stopped bloodthirsty, and she survived.

Song Wangchen still held her tightly, wishing to embed her into her body and endure all the suffering for her. Tears gushed on her white cheeks.

"Okay! I'm almost breathless, don't worry! With you here, I won't be in trouble!"

Song Wangchen then let go of Ji Nuan, staring at the blood on the corner of her lips, his heart thrusts again, and reached out to stroke her cheek, revealing a bitter smile.

Ji Nuan curled her lips and smiled, then fell on his shoulders tiredly, and fell asleep deeply.

At this time, Bai Muqi leaned against the stone wall, stared at the two people who were snuggling each other, and smiled happily. The first day of the spiritual Gu's bloodthirsty spirit was the most painful. If Ji Nuan could survive, it would be much easier in the future.

Thinking of this, he remembered that he had to take a sip of wine. He habitually touched his waist and realized that he did not dare to bring wine in order to be foolproof today.

...

The next four days, it went surprisingly smoothly. The person behind the scenes that Bai Muqi had been worried about did not appear. Ji Nuan also became stronger and stronger because of the bloodthirsty pain of the spiritual Gu. Even though it was heartbreaking and heartbreaking, she would not make any moves to hurt herself.

Even when he was confused, he saw Yu Man standing in a vast ocean covered in blood and shouted to her, "Ji Nuan, the thing that I regret in my life is that I met you. You have caused me so much pain, I hate you so much!"

When he saw Meng Yan and Zhang Yuheng, he held a sword that was dripping blood, and stabbed into her body with fierce swords. Or when he saw himself turning into a fox demon, besieged by hundreds of sects, he turned against Song Wangchen.

But as long as she heard Song Wangchen calling her, she could always think that this was the devil in her heart. She could not believe it or die, so she survived it one by one.

Today is the sixth day of the spiritual Gu entering the body. Before noon arrived, the two sat on the stone bed in the secret room, snuggling and laughing. Ji Nuan also asked where they were going after her demon blood was removed.

Song Wangchen told her that everything would be listened to her. As long as she stayed by his side, she would do whatever she wanted and would always be with her.

The deep and loving laughter kept coming, Bai Muqi showed relief on his face and told the two that he was going to activate the spiritual Gu.

The two of them looked at each other and laughed, waiting for the last two days to pass, and all the sufferings ended.

However, things were not that simple, and Jiang Yu could see their actions clearly.

The Qilin Gu is a worm that Bai Muqi has fed with his own blood for more than 20 years. He can understand his master's thoughts and wait for his master's orders.

Bai Muqi can detect other people's actions through its sight, and Qilin Gu can also feel everything Bai Muqi has done.

Jiang Yu fed Qilin Gu's blood, thus confusing the Qilin Gu's consciousness. Without knowing who its master was, everything it felt would appear in those eight eyes, and Jiang Yu saw it all.

The reason why he never took action was not because he felt compassion, but because he wanted to destroy a person's will, he could only make him full of hope and gradually despair.

Today is the best time. Jiang Yu curled his lips and smiled, held the magic flute in his hand and slowly moved to his lips. He stared at Song Wangchen, who was hugging Ji Nuan in his eyes, and his anger burned in his eyes, and hatred spread in his chest.

He wants to make him pay a heavy price for everything he has done.

Ji Nuan leaned on Song Wangchen's shoulder, and the spiritual Gu was still madly and bloodthirsty in her body, and the heart-wrenching pain did not stop for a moment, but she no longer shouted like before, but tears kept falling in her clear eyes. A pair of trembling jade hands clutching Song Wangchen's clothes hard, but she smiled stubbornly.

The gentle and ethereal sound of the flute sounded in his ears. Ji Nuan knew it in his heart, and endured the pain and pushed Song Wangchen away, choked and said, "Wangchen, he is here, go quickly, go and catch him."

"I won't leave, I will accompany you!" Song Wangchen hugged her tightly again. At this time, he would never abandon her.

Tears became more and more arrogant, the pain became stronger again, and bloodthirsty desire emerged in his mind. Ji Nuan kept begging Song Wangchen to find the person behind the scenes, but he was still indifferent.

The spiritual Gu and the demon blood collided in her body. She didn't know whether she was being bloodthirsty by the spiritual Gu or wanted to suck all the blood of the spiritual Gu. In short, it hurts very much, and it hurts more than every time before. The pain made her face distorted. Her mouthfuls of blood overflowed from the corners of her lips, slid to her jaw, and hidden into Song Wangchen's blue clothes.

The consciousness in his mind suddenly blurred. This time, it was in the bamboo house. Ji Nuan leaned on the bamboo wall, her eyes slightly closed and her smile was bright.

Song Wangchen sat cross-legged under the bald plum tree, and his slender fingers plucked the strings back and forth, and the ethereal and melodious rhythm was revealed.

The breeze blew the two strands of black hair falling between his forehead, his thin lips raised, and his straight figure was surrounded by seemingly vague lights under the reflection of the rising sun, like a legitimate immortal.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the strings broke accordingly. When Ji Nuan opened her eyes suddenly, she saw a man in white, holding a long sword into Song Wangchen's chest, and then pulled it out without hesitation, watching him slowly fall to the ground indifferently.

The consciousness in her mind was suddenly confused. Ji Nuan thought of this dream. She seemed to have done it many times. Every time, it hurt so much that she cried bitterly and had a broken heart. But every time, she couldn't see clearly who was the one who killed Song Wangchen with a sword?

Instead of rushing to the scene like before, she calmly stepped down the steps and slowly approached the man.

"Who are you?" she asked, with more doubts on her face than pain.

The man turned around, and a few drops of Song Wangchen's blood splashed on his fierce face, and his smile was very ferocious and terrifying.

This time, she saw clearly that this person was Ling Cheng's senior brother Mu Han, who led his people to destroy the fox clan, and now he came to kill Song Wangchen again.

Ji Nuan was shocked to realize Song Wangchen's existence. She put aside the man's vicious eyes, helped Song Wangchen up, called his name, and cried again.

Song Wangchen stretched out his bloody hand and stroked her cheek, coughing anxiously while pushing her, "Ling'er, go quickly, go quickly!"

A sad voice called Ling'er shocked Ji Nuan. She lowered her eyes and looked at her before she could see her.

She was wearing a red dress, exactly the same as Ye Ling in the illusion that Ye Li had seen her.

She shook her head, pushed him to the ground suddenly, and shouted with a loud voice: "No, I'm not Yeling, I'm not!"

"Ye Ling, if you are in harmony with Ling Cheng's human demon, it is contrary to human relations, and you should be punished!"

A roar came from behind. Ji Nuan was still stunned and saw that her chest had been pierced, and the "pitch" sound of scarlet blood dripping on the tip of the sword continued to fall to the ground, like fireworks, exploded in her mind.

When the sword was pulled away, she knelt down at Song Wangchen's feet, endured the severe pain and lay in his arms, then looked up at the pale and bloodless cheeks, raised her hand and slapped him.

"Why, why did you take him to kill your father and destroy the entire fox clan? How true do you have to me and how false do you have?"

Ji Nuan almost cried and asked questions, but she didn't know why she asked these questions?

She is clearly Ji Nuan, and the person under her is Song Wangchen!

But Song Wangchen couldn't say anything, just murmured Ling'er, Ling'er...

The person behind him suddenly burst into laughter, then inserted the sword in his hand beside Ji Nuan, leaning over in her ear and saying softly: "Because you are a demon, it is natural for a monk to eliminate monsters. Ling Cheng lied to you from the beginning. He had never loved you. The reason why he approached you was to use you to wash the fox clan bloodily.

Do you hate? If you hate, you will end him with your own hands. A person who is unwilling to be blessed, he deserves to die!"

Hate gradually swallowed his mind. Ji Nuan held the sword in both hands and looked at Song Wangchen's chest, but she couldn't stop trembling, just as she was about to fall.

A sound of "Xiao Nuan, wake up!" came into her ears. After listening carefully, it was not the sound of the person beneath her. Ji Nuan realized that this was a devil in her heart. But this time, she was very sad and even more hated!

In the end, she stabbed her hard with her sword. Suddenly, blood splashed on her fair cheeks, which was particularly dazzling. She knew that this was a devil, but the irrepressible hatred tortures her endlessly. Perhaps if she killed him, she would feel better.

Thinking of this, she stabbed another sword, and blood gushed out, dyeing her eyes red, and suddenly felt much more refreshed in her heart. Then she stabbed another sword, as if she was in a devil, crying and laughing.

I couldn't count how many swords I stabbed, but I felt that my hands were exhausted and my body was extremely tired. Ji Nuan suddenly raised her head and laughed, holding the bloody sword, placing it on her neck.

Ling Cheng is dead, Ye Ling deserves to die!

...

Song Wangchen hugged Ji Nuan, who was crying for a while and laughing for a while, called her name over and over again, but no matter how she called her, she just refused to open her eyes.

Bai Muqi also noticed something was wrong and was running over in panic. He reached out and touched Ji Nuan's forehead, and kept shaking his head.

He had already stopped manipulating the insect. Logically speaking, Ji Nuan should not have had such a situation. He didn't know what the problem was?

Song Wangchen was like catching a life-saving straw, pulling Bai Muqi's sleeve and roaring, "Save her, save her!"
Chapter completed!