The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

The magic cultivator probably never thought that he would have such an encounter.

When they were completely driven into the encirclement of Xianxiu, they thought that the invasion plan would fail completely, and they would die here, but they never thought that the closely guarded Xianxiu would start rioting at this moment.

The demon cultivators squinted their eyes and watched the noble and inviolable immortal cultivators walking around in the camp in chaos, looking panic-stricken like a bereaved dog, and felt puzzled.

What's going on here?

But their doubts did not last long.

The crowd quickly split in half, revealing a wide avenue in the center.

The young man dressed in blood-red clothes walked slowly along the road with bare feet.

Behind him was a blood-stained young man suspended, with his head lowered, without making a sound, the blood from his abdomen dripped down the corner of his blood-soaked clothes onto the ground.

These two people seem familiar?

Not only does it look familiar, it's simply too familiar!

Isn't this the leader of the immortal cultivator, Xiao Wutong who turned the tide of the battle and forced them into the current situation!

The man behind him is none other than Qi Chen who was still here a few days ago!

Why do these two people look so embarrassed?Could it be that some of their magic cultivators have finally managed to beat them to this level?

In this way, Xianxiu's turmoil seems to be understandable. After all, not everyone can remain calm after their leader is attacked.

Xiao Wutong walked all the way forward, he passed through the guarded Xianxiu, and walked to the edge of the camp.

Further forward is the battle zone between Xianxiu and Moxiu.

It was here that he stopped.

"Hello~"

The boy turned around and looked at his former comrades-in-arms.

"Why are you panicking?"

The leader of Xianxiu is quite different from his usual stable and mature image. He is even more like a child who knows nothing about the world, with naive doubts.

"I'm your leader, why do you panic when you see me?"

No one answered him.

Every immortal cultivator looked at him warily, and the magic weapon was ready to move at his fingertips.

This seems to be illustrating a fact.

Xiao Wutong giggled.

"Ah~ I see~"

"You must be wondering why I was not executed and can appear on the battlefield again, right?"

He looked deeply at the immortal cultivators, his eyes were bent into crescent moons, but his eyes were cold.

It turns out that everyone knows it.

Knowing that he betrayed Xianxiu, knowing that he took refuge in Moxiu, knowing that he is actually an out-and-out villain.

Are they all fools!

Can such absurd, stupid, and flimsy reason be used as evidence of his betrayal?

The smile on the corners of his lips was getting stronger, but the bottom of his heart was not happy.

"Since everyone knows about it~then Indus will be kind~"

He turned around, bouncing and continuing to walk forward.

The immortal cultivators almost all let out an exclamation, rushed forward a few steps, and then stopped in fear.

Xiao Wutong turned a deaf ear to it.

He walked through the battle zone, walked to the front of Moxiu's position, and then walked away from those dazed Moxiu.

"Wait!" Moxiu finally reacted and stopped him, "What are you doing!"

"Of course I went to you." The boy smiled.

Moxiu shouted angrily: "You, the leader of Xianxiu, ran over to join us, I'm afraid you think we are fools!"

The smile on the boy's face did not change.

He stared fixedly at Moxiu, then suddenly raised his hand, with the palm facing upwards and fingers spread out.

The strong magic energy condensed into a materialized black sphere in the palm, and the invisible coercion enveloped all the magic cultivators, and the evil and manic power made people breathless.

Mo Xiu's forehead soon left cold sweat.

"Can you let me in?"

A sweet voice sounded, but only a cold threat remained in Moxiu's ears.

"Ok, Ok!"

Such pure magic energy cannot be disguised.

The leader of Xianxiu degenerated into a demon?

This is too exaggerated!

Xiao Wutong continued to walk forward, and Qi Chen following behind him was like a kite being pulled by a string, following him along the way.

He finally stopped before the teleportation array heading to the Demon Realm.

"Call everyone over here."

he commanded.

The selected Moxiu was immediately on guard.

"What do you want to do!"

The boy looked at him with cold eyes: "Back to the devil world."

His commanding posture is so natural, as if he is the leader of Moxiu.

And the Demon Lord guarding Lancang Continent just happened to fall during the last encirclement and suppression.

The demon cultivators lowered their heads and obediently obeyed his command.

Demons respect the strong.

Xiao Wutong is the strongest of all.

Then he will be able to get the surrender of everyone as a matter of course.

The teleportation array going to the demon world was running silently. Under the watchful eyes of the immortal cultivators, wave after wave of demon cultivators disappeared into the formation, but the young man standing outside the formation made them dare not act rashly.

Finally, the last demon cultivator also left Lancang Continent.

Only Xiao Wutong and Qi Chen behind him remained in the entire position.

Under the terrified gazes of the immortal cultivators, the young man suddenly turned his head.

He opened his mouth, spat out two words, then stepped into the teleportation array without any hesitation, and disappeared without a trace.

The immortal cultivators looked at each other.

They played back those two mouth shapes in their minds, and felt a certain kind of cold rising from the soles of their feet and covering their whole bodies.

Goodbye.

Where to meet again, how to meet again.

It seems that just thinking about it is bloody.

When Qi Chen woke up, he was lying in a cold dark room. There was a small brazier near the bed, which was the only heat in the room.

He moved his arms, wanting to sit up and look around carefully, but the severe pain and weak body successfully prevented him from moving.

There was a sense of emptiness coming from the depths of his body, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't mobilize half of his spiritual power.

Qi Chen took a low breath and stroked the wound on his upper abdomen.

Sure enough, his dantian was broken and his spiritual roots were completely destroyed. He would no longer be able to practice in this life.

If you can't practice, you can't practice. This is not the most serious problem Qi Chen faces.

What needs him to pay more attention to is the icy spiritual power mixed in the air.

In other words, it was magic energy.

This is not a good sign, as a former immortal cultivator, not only could the devilish energy not repair his injury, it would even aggravate the injury further.

Get out of here as soon as possible...

He frowned and tried again, trying to get out of here.

The door creaked open.

Into a boy.

Xiao Wutong looked up and saw Qi Chen.

The familiar face was pale, and even the lips were bloodless white, but even at this level, it still didn't look a bit sluggish.

Just as he remembered, he was always something he could rely on.

Oh, not forever.

He walked over, put the rice in his hand aside, and looked at Qi Chen coldly.

"Brother, how are you feeling?"

"Ah, no. Indus shouldn't be called Senior Brother."

A broad smile appeared on his face.

"Because senior brother has severed ties with Wutong."

But how can the relationship of more than ten years be broken at will.

When he turned around and saw Qi Chen who was dying beside him, before he could react in his mind, he was already healing him.

Everything is so logical.

He could kill everyone in the world, but he couldn't kill Qi Chen.

But the unfeeling back of the other party is always lingering in his mind.

Can't leave, can't forget.

Therefore, he had no choice but to bring the other party by his side, imprisoning him all the time.

The devil world is deep and mysterious, even if he is like him, life is very difficult, but when he thinks of this person beside him, he can hold on through gritted teeth.

The pain of being betrayed and hurt took root in my heart like a seed, and grew into a heart full of hatred.

Xiao Wutong thought to himself, maybe he is alive at this time just for revenge.

In order to avenge Qi Chen.

He can't kill the other party, so let the other party suffer alive.

He only has this...

Only by keeping the hatred hard to express and the pain filling the whole body can we survive.

Otherwise, even he himself would not know why he lived.

After all, in this world, no one cares about the existence named Xiao Wutong, and no one needs his existence.

The self that is the center of attention, trusted and relied on by the whole world, is like an illusory bubble that bursts with a poke.

But phantom.

But a huge scam.

He was so stupid that he got stuck in it.

But in the future, this mistake will never be made again.

Qi Chen looked at his boy.

There was a sweet smile on that familiar face, but there was a distorted chill in that smile.

Hate, hatred, resentment...

No longer the pure enthusiasm of the past.

He closed his eyes.

The bottom of my heart, which had been kept calm for a long time because of cultivation, ignited a monstrous anger.

Fools!

Do you know what a lovely, tough, kind soul you have destroyed!

Qi Chen listened to the young man's non-stop talking, the logic in the words turned over and over again, and he couldn't find the point, just like the other party's confused thoughts at this time.

I don't understand why I fell into such a situation, and I don't understand why I can't get half of my good intentions even after trying my best.

So I just thought about revenge.

Revenge on those who betrayed him and hurt him.

At this time, Xiao Wutong was supported by hatred to survive, and after stripping off the hatred, there was only a good-looking skin left, nothing else.

And the biggest source of youth's hatred is precisely him.

Hating herself who promised to protect him and always be by his side, she abandoned him so ruthlessly.

Qi Chen took a long breath.

What if you tell Wu Tong that he has never betrayed the other party?

What would happen if he personally abolished his cultivation base and crushed the phoenix tree of his spiritual root?

He dared not think.

So, so be it.

Make yourself the object of the other person's hatred.

Relying on this strong hatred, continue to live.

Qi Chen opened his eyes, looking softly at his boy.

so be it.