Killed by the righteous, he turned around and joined the evil sect and became a villain

Mu Tianyi lowered his brows and closed his eyes, thinking about his identity.

What is your current identity?

He is an abandoned orphan of the Floating Cloud Sect.

He is a spy of the demon clan that all the righteous sects want to get rid of as soon as possible.

Is he a book traveler from another world who, after years of cultivating immortality, discovered that he has the blood of the demon clan?

These are all her, and none of them are her.

Her eyes gradually changed from confused to clear, and then to firm and bright red.

She is her, and only her!

No matter what she goes through, she will always be herself.

She will live well, become stronger, trample her enemies under her feet, and reach the pinnacle!

Wen Xingyao and Lu Li could not see Mu Tianyi's lowered eyes, they could only see her long and curled eyelashes, fluttering like a butterfly, saw her face change from confusion to determination, saw the fleeting red light in her eyes, and felt the momentum that rose in an instant.

Both of them had already recognized Mu Tianyi as their junior sister, but at this moment, they both realized this from other perspectives.

Even if we put aside the partiality of the two of them, Mu Tianyi has the strength to be recognized by everyone in the Demon Cult!

The two looked at each other, and after seeing each other's thoughts, they looked at Mu Tianyi together, meeting Mu Tianyi's scarlet eyes.

Mu Tianyi sat upright, his face serious and his eyes determined.

"I am Mu Tianyi. I have half demon blood. Other than that, I am alone and have nothing."

"But that's now, everything will come later."

Mu Tianyi spoke frankly, with a firm tone, and not sadly.

After listening to this, Wen Xingyao had a deeper understanding of Mu Tianyi's tenacity, and at the same time, he also felt a little distressed.

A sixteen-year-old girl, after experiencing great changes and suffering, should not be in this state in any case.

She is incredibly tough and strong, and it is hard to imagine what she has gone through to become what she is now.

Wen Xingyao has a gentle personality, but rarely shows mercy to anyone. This little junior sister whom he meets for the first time is the first one.

His eyelashes drooped, his eyes were gentle, there was a smile on the corners of his lips, and his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"You don't have to wait until later. You are not penniless now. You have two senior brothers, me and Lu Li. When you reach the Demon Sect, you will have a master and five other senior brothers. In the future, you will have even more..."

Rarely, Lu Li did not refute, but tacitly agreed with Wen Xingyao's words.

Mu Tianyi was a little touched.

She had never received much kindness before, but Wen Xingyao, such a gentle person, spoke such gentle words, which soothed her broken heart like a spring breeze and a stream after she had just experienced great betrayal and pain.

There was a glimmer in her pupils, and she said from the bottom of her heart, "Thank you, Fourth Brother."

The two looked into each other's eyes and could see the sincerity in each other's eyes.

Lu Li looked at the two of them, showing their deep affection as senior and junior brothers, and curled his lips.

"And me?"

Mu Tianyi came back to his senses, looked at Lu Li, and said seriously, "Thank you, Seventh Senior Brother too."

"That's pretty much it."

Wen Xingyao watched the two interacting from the side with gentle eyes.

"We don't have much time. Junior sister is injured. Let me give her some simple treatment."

Mu Tianyi withdrew his gaze and nodded.

Along the way, she did feel that her condition was getting worse, and her demonization could not support her to complete the journey. Sooner or later, she would have to face this pain.

She reached out to remove the black cloak that covered her entire body, revealing the tattered remains of clothing that could no longer cover her body, as well as scars that were more noticeable than the clothes. Along with the cloak, there was also a strong, pungent smell of blood.

For a moment, the wooden house seemed to have turned from a fairyland into a purgatory. The warmth was gone, replaced by endless coldness.