Han Qingru, who once cherished her appearance even in death, was now curled up in a dark underground room. Her face was no longer recognizable; one part was red while the other part was black. Even a small part of her ear was missing.
His hands, which were once so delicate, were now coarse and black.
In front of her, there was a simple machine that looked like cloth weaving. Beside her, there was a tall pile of black fur.
This black fur was exactly the same as the fur of those huge beasts that attacked the city walls.
Han Qingru shook the handle in her hand like a puppet, weaving handfuls after handfuls of fur into cloth-like things.
The moment Mo Wuji landed at the entrance of the underground room, he could smell an extremely unpleasant stench. Clearly, this stench was coming from the fur.
"Sister Qingru …" Mo Wuji took a step in and pulled Han Qingru up.
If he wasn't extremely familiar with Han Qingru, he wouldn't even be able to recognise her.
Han Qingru jolted. She lifted her head blankly and saw Mo Wuji standing in front of her. The numbness in her eyes gradually disappeared. Two streams of tears flowed down her face. After some time, she cried out, "Wuji, how did you end up here?"
Han Qingru had been stranded here for tens of years. She knew better than anyone that once a cultivator ended up here, it meant death.
One couldn't circulate immortal elemental energy or use spiritual will here. Even Immortal Emperors wouldn't be an exception.
There was no need to talk about immortal elemental energy. Even an Immortal Emperor without any damage to his cultivation would be a bottom-feeder existence here. A soldier captain here was already stronger than an average Immortal Emperor.
The reason why she was able to live till today, besides purposely making herself ugly, was also because she tempered her physique. Back in Sword Prison, Mo Wuji taught her how to temper her physique. This was the reason why she was able to survive here. Even so, she could only hide in this underground room and weave fur in the dark.
"Why are you weaving fur here?" Mo Wuji grabbed Han Qingru's coarse hands. He was blaming himself. When he left the Immortal World, he actually didn't ask Han Qingru where she went.
Han Qingru wanted to stretch out her hand to touch Mo Wuji's face. However, halfway through, she suddenly remembered her current appearance. She hurriedly lowered her hand in shame and lowered her head.
"I came here of my own free will. Only by knitting fur here can I become like this. If I didn't come here, I would have long been captured and raped. I would have lived a life worse than death. "Han Qingru's voice was trembling. She didn't have many good memories.
Ever since she started cultivating, she had been struggling in misery. If there was one person that she could remember, it would be Mo Wuji.
Ever since the Corner of Yong Ying, Mo Wuji had left an indelible shadow in her heart. It was Mo Wuji who saved her, it was Mo Wuji who brought her to the Immortal World, it was Mo Wuji who carried her away from Sword Prison, and it was Mo Wuji who brought her to Ping Fan …
If not for the fact that Mo Wuji did not like her, she definitely would not have left Mo Wuji.
However, she soon understood that since Mo Wuji was here, he was the same as her, unable to leave.
She suddenly thought of something, and a trace of panic flashed through her eyes. However, this trace of panic quickly disappeared, and when she raised her head again, her eyes had become incomparably clear.
Just as Mo Wuji was about to take out a pill for Han Qingru to consume, he heard her say softly, "Don't say anything. Come in with me."
Mo Wuji didn't know what Han Qingru wanted to do, but since he had already found Han Qingru, he definitely wouldn't allow her to continue staying here.
Han Qingru pulled Mo Wuji's hand, and they walked to the corner of the wall. Thereafter, she spat out a mouthful of vital blood, and a hole suddenly appeared at the corner of the wall.
Mo Wuji felt slightly guilty. Previously, he was so worried about Han Qingru that he actually didn't notice that there was a concealment array at the corner of the wall. It was only when Han Qingru pulled him over that he noticed it.
Han Qingru didn't wait for Mo Wuji to speak as she extended her hand and pulled Mo Wuji down. Thereafter, she clapped her hand, and the concealment array disappeared.
At this moment, Mo Wuji wasn't concerned about the concealment array, but how did Han Qingru manage to install a defensive array here? He was sure that this defensive array was installed by Han Qingru herself, and he was very clear about the methods within.
Han Qingru couldn't possibly have the same spirit storage channel and elemental storage channel as him, so how could she install a defensive array here?
While Mo Wuji was still thinking, Han Qingru had already pulled him into a small house that was only 10 square metres in radius.
The interior of the house was actually very cozy, and there was no stench from the outside. In the middle of the house, there was a rather big bed, and there were even two books at the head of the bed.
"Qingru, this place can suppress spiritual will and elemental energy. How did you install this place?" Mo Wuji had his suspicions for a long time, and only now did he ask.
"Wait a moment," Han Qingru suddenly picked up a jade vase from the head of the bed. She poured out a pill from the jade vase, and swallowed it.
In a short ten breaths of time, the spots on Han Qingru's body disappeared. Her pitch-black skin also fell off, revealing her snow-white skin once again. Half of her ear that was missing also recovered in a few breaths of time.
Only then did Mo Wuji heave a sigh of relief. From the looks of it, Han Qingru wasn't completely defenseless.
What left Mo Wuji astonished and at a complete loss was that after Han Qingru did all this, she actually turned in a direction, and took off her clothes. Han Qingru had always tempered her physique, and after she took off her clothes, her perfect and beautiful body was revealed.
Mo Wuji hurriedly turned his head, and didn't dare to look at Han Qingru.
Ever since he was in Sword Prison, he knew that Han Qingru treated him differently. However, he already had Shuyin in his heart, and he was unable to give Han Qingru a reply.
The sound of water splashing could be heard, and Mo Wuji could smell a faint fragrance.
After half an incense's time, Mo Wuji still didn't dare to turn his head. However, he felt a soft body hugging him from behind.
"Don't move, don't turn your head." Just as Mo Wuji was at a loss of what to do, Han Qingru's voice could be heard, "Wuji, why I was able to dig out this small house, I will tell you later. Many cultivators from the fifth level of the Broken World have been killed, or perished here. When I first came here, I was also filled with trepidation. No matter what, from today onwards, we will never be able to leave this place. Our days here are numbered. Even though I know that I shouldn't be your dao companion, but … "
"Qingru, actually, we …"
Han Qingru interrupted Mo Wuji's words once more, "Can you let me be willful today? Back then, after I left Sword Prison, I left you. Thereafter, my goal was the Dao Dao, until I landed in this place. After being trapped here for tens of years, I started to regret it. I didn't regret coming here, but I regretted my cowardice.
You know that I don't like to fight, and I like to live a peaceful life. However, when I am unable to cultivate, and can only think of the same person and those few monotonous scenes, what kind of torture is that? "
Han Qingru stopped. She slowly turned in front of Mo Wuji, and used a pair of clear eyes to look into Mo Wuji's eyes, "Wuji, I swore that if I could see you again, I definitely wouldn't do what I did to Sword Prison. Today, let me marry you. Even if we were captured by them tomorrow, I would be satisfied. "
After saying that, Han Qingru closed her eyes, and took the initiative to kiss Mo Wuji's lips.
Mo Wuji felt his brain buzzing; it was as though billions of volts of electricity had charged into his brain.
Even though he knew that his only dao companion was Shuyin, he didn't have much intimacy with Shuyin. Even when he had physical contact with Wen Xiaoqi, it was something that happened in his previous life. In fact, it was something that he didn't even know about.
But now, Han Qingru's soft body was in his embrace. His lips could even feel Han Qingru's teeth chattering. It wasn't cold, it was a kind of panic for the first time.
Mo Wuji wanted to force himself to calm down. In reality, he could force himself to calm down. However, he soon knew that he couldn't do that.
If he were to reject Han Qingru under such circumstances, and then tell her that he could bring her away, there would only be one outcome. She definitely wouldn't leave with him. Even if she did, she would be depressed and die without a doubt.
Han Qingru's arrogance was hidden deep in her heart; only he knew that.
The temperature in the house started to rise. Mo Wuji no longer rejected Han Qingru's kiss. He reached out and hugged Han Qingru tightly. Her soft body seemed to melt into his embrace. That feeling was like a clear spring that flowed through his heart.
Being hugged by Mo Wuji, Han Qingru's panicky lips started to heat up.
Sometimes, the most passionate person was the quietest lady. This saying wasn't entirely wrong. The usually calm and rational Han Qingru was only filled with passion at this moment.
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