After finishing her bun, Wuqiong Bi raised her head to Chen Changsheng and Xuanyuan Po and said.
"All of you say that I'm a bad person, so I'll continue to be a bad person. What can you do to me?"
As she said this, her face was expressionless, but her eyes were filled with derision and contempt.
Xuanyuan Po was silent, as was Chen Changsheng.
Wuqiong Bi suddenly grew angry and harshly yelled, "Aren't you afraid that after I recover, I'll cut off Guan Bai's arm as well!"
Chen Changsheng remained silent, but Xuanyuan Po incredulously asked, "How can you be so bad?"
Wuqiong Bi was very satisfied with his reaction. "No matter how bad I am, he still likes me. Is that not enough?"
After saying this, she gave a pleased smile.
Her beautiful face was deathly pale, the red oil smeared on it like blood. It was an abnormally cruel and terrifying sight.
Chen Changsheng stared into her eyes and vaguely guessed at what she wanted to do. Suddenly feeling very depressed, he got up and walked out of the room.
Wuqiong Bi's face revealed a hint of shock as she watched him leave. She yelled, "Why are you leaving?"
Xuanyuan Po saw the red oil dripping from the corner of her mouth as she spoke and felt rather annoyed. He turned around and handed two sheets of paper to her.
Wuqiong Bi did not take the paper, but stared into his eyes and asked, "All the beef buns have this much oil?"
Both the question itself and her current expression seemed rather neurotic.
Xuanyuan Po thought about how wretched she truly was and suppressed his emotions. "That's butter mixed with chili. Only like that can it be fragrant."
"You clearly know that beef buns are fragrant, so why did you only let us eat steamed buns!"
Wuqiong Bi's voice suddenly became shrill as if she had gone mad. She began to wail at Xuanyuan Po.
"He's about to die, so what does it matter if you let him eat some beef buns!"
Xuanyuan Po said nothing. It wasn't that he thought she was crazy, but that he also deeply regretted this matter.
In the last few days, he had bought plain steamed buns for Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi while he ate beef buns.
It wasn't that he couldn't afford them, but that they were heavily injured and should eat lightly.
But Bie Yanghong had still died. Since that was the case, why not happily eat a few beef buns?
Wuqiong Bi suddenly calmed down and expressionlessly said, "Die."
… …
… …
There was a soft clap.
Wuqiong Bi raised her left hand and thrust her index finger at Xuanyuan Po.
Her broken arm was severely injured and she was extremely weak. Although Xuanyuan Po was also injured, he could at least move freely. Logically speaking, he should be able to avoid this finger attack.
However, this finger seemed to have some kind of magical power. It completely ignored Xuanyuan Po's subconscious reaction, and just like that, it landed between his eyebrows with incomparable precision.
Wuqiong Bi's finger seemed to have exhausted all her strength. Her face grew even paler, even faintly translucent.
Xuanyuan Po let out a low howl of pain. His body trembled violently, and his body enlarged rapidly. His clothes were torn apart, and clumps of black hair poked out from the cracks.
He was instantly forced into a berserk state by Wuqiong Bi's finger!
But he was still unable to escape Wuqiong Bi's fingers, unable to even make a simple movement like shaking his head.
That finger was still quietly resting between his eyebrows, as if it was stuck there.
Xuanyuan Po had always been tall and sturdy, and after his berserk state, he was like a small mountain. His eyebrows could not be separated from Wuqiong Bi's finger, so he could no longer maintain his previous posture and fell forward.
But he did not fall to the ground. On the contrary, he floated up, looking like a leather bag filled with steam. Wuqiong Bi's finger seemed to be pulling on the string of this leather bag.
Chen Changsheng heard the ruckus and rushed back into the room, where he saw this strange sight.
Wuqiong Bi's finger naturally made him recall Bie Yanghong's finger from yesterday.
Bie Yanghong had used that finger to pour the experience of the battle between the Divine and a great deal of cultivation knowledge into his sea of consciousness.
Wuqiong Bi seemed to be doing the same thing, but there was also a clear difference. He could sense the majestic pressure of the Divine, as well as the abnormally terrifying surges of true essence!
A cold wind howled through the room, ruffling Bie Yanghong's clothes and sweeping up the dregs of crystals and the fragments of the wooden pagoda on the floor. It circled around Wuqiong Bi and Xuanyuan Po's bodies.
In an extremely short amount of time, Wuqiong Bi had grown thinner, aged several hundred years.
Traces of frost could faintly be seen in her hair, and her face was even paler and thinner, so translucent that one could almost see her muscles and bones.
In truth, it was impossible to see that all that could be seen was pure and divine light.
Her eyes became fervent, brimming with madness. She stared at Xuanyuan Po and harshly shouted, "If your luck is bad, then just die!"
With this shout, the pure and divine light pierced through her skin, transforming into countless golden shards that entered Xuanyuan Po's body.
Xuanyuan Po's body began to tremble once more. His withered right arm was constantly broken and then repaired, giving off an unbearable snapping sound.
His expression was one of extreme agony.
Chen Changsheng sensed extreme danger, but in this situation, he did not dare to do anything. He could only nervously wait.
After some time, Wuqiong Bi drew back her finger.
Xuan Yuan Po fell heavily onto the ground, creating several deep gashes. Countless amounts of blood splashed out, and then he fainted just like that.
Chen Changsheng rushed over to examine his injuries and angrily yelled at Wuqiong Bi, "Have you gone mad!"
He didn't know what she had passed on to Xuanyuan Po, but it was clearly countless times more dangerous than Bie Yanghong's methods from yesterday.
In other words, when she said that she wanted Xuanyuan Po to die, she really had not been lying.
Chen Changsheng was even more clear that her words just now had been meant to anger him so that he would kill her.
For example, she had taunted him about suddenly repenting, or she had said that she would cut off Guan Bai's remaining arm.
She truly had gone mad, but even if she wanted to die, why had she used such a method?
Wuqiong Bi sat against the wall in a daze. Suddenly, she wretchedly yelled, "He's gone, and I don't want to live anymore, but I … I'm afraid of death, I really am afraid of death!"
Then she struggled to turn her head and look at the already lifeless Bie Yanghong. With a trembling voice, she said, "But I still want to be together with you."
After saying this, she began to cry. She cried for a very long time, until her tears turned into sobs, and ultimately, there was no more sound.
Chen Changsheng's body was somewhat stiff as he placed a finger under her nose.
Wuqiong Bi's eyes were closed, leaning against her man. She was already dead.
Chen Changsheng drew back his finger and looked outside the courtyard.
The courtyard was extremely quiet.
He suddenly felt rather helpless. (To be continued.)
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