"You can no longer be considered a demonic cultivator, because you have completely become a demon."
After saying that, he looked up at the dark sky again, as countless black shadows whistled past his ears and rushed towards the Mortal Realm. All around him was filthy demonic energy, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of blood, reminding him that a massacre had just taken place here, and the perpetrator of the massacre was smiling calmly in front of him.
Fan Yin lowered her eyelashes and murmured to herself, "It was all my fault."
Jiuli forcefully pulled his chin down, staring into his empty eyes, and said in a deep voice, "What did you say?"
Fan Yin looked at him and suddenly smiled softly. It was unclear what she had thought of, but Jiuli's expression changed drastically. He reached out to grab her arm, but it was too late.
A powerful gust of air blasted him away, and Fan Yin's body slowly floated up, her outline shimmering with a faint golden light. She was enveloped in a halo of light, her black hair moving without wind, making her look like a god descending to earth.
"How could this be!" Jiuli's pupils constricted sharply, and he said in disbelief, "Your cultivation level wasn't already..."
Fan Yin lowered her eyes slightly, looking at him with a sorrowful expression. "It's all over."
As if realizing something, Jiuli suddenly roared, his face filled with unprecedented panic.
"No!"
But it was too late. The figure of the Fan Yin faded, and at the same time, golden light shone brightly. Countless golden chains attacked him, binding him tightly and making him unable to move. In the process, he was in excruciating pain.
The figure in mid-air grew fainter and fainter, its outline becoming increasingly blurred. Jiuli Li forced her eyelids open and gave him a smile that was almost on the verge of tears.
"Master, have you ever loved me even a little bit?"
Naturally, there was no response whatsoever; only the whistling wind accompanied me.
Jiuli seemed to have lost all her strength, and without the slightest struggle, she stared at Fan Yin without blinking, as if trying to firmly etch his last image into her mind.
"... Since Master wants me dead, then this disciple has no choice but to obey."
Fan Yin's figure had become almost completely transparent, and Jiuli's consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred. After an unknown amount of time, he finally lost consciousness and fell into a state of chaotic darkness.
Many years later -
He had always believed he was dead.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by darkness, with only the sound of dripping water. He had just woken up, and his mind was still a mess. He felt as if he had forgotten something very important.
"Hey! Come here, there's a cave here."
"Really? Shall we go in and take a look?"
Suddenly, the voices of several teenagers came from somewhere, full of eagerness.
Just as I was getting bored with the noise, a gentle and calm voice rang out.
"Senior brother, it's best if we don't go in; the back mountain is a forbidden area."
He was stunned as if struck by lightning, unaware that his body was trembling slightly, and something was gradually awakening in his mind.
"Coward, I bet you're just too scared."
"That's right, we'll go in first, but you're not allowed to complain."
"Senior brother..." The gentle voice sounded somewhat helpless.
The group of teenagers eventually reached an agreement and decided to enter the cave to investigate.
Several figures drew closer, his gaze fixed on the last, slender figure. When the figure's full appearance was revealed, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and then the curve widened.
The boy had gentle, clean features, fair skin, and a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. His face almost completely overlapped with the one in my memory, and even his expression was exactly the same.
Jiuli slowly reached out her hand, as if to completely embrace him in her palm. His dark pupils reflected only his figure, and she let out a long sigh.
"I've found you, Master."
This time, I won't let go.
"Cut!"
"Great! Perfect wrap!"
The director stood up excitedly, clapping enthusiastically while holding the script in his hand.
Regardless of scene changes or other disturbances, the two maintained their rhythm and composure throughout the shoot.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone has worked hard."
After speaking to the director, Xu Chun didn't forget to address the other staff members, and finally bowed to express her gratitude.
"Want to grab a drink tonight?" The director, who had a good relationship with Xie Jianyuan, asked with a smile.
"No need," Xie Jianyuan smiled slightly and politely declined, "I need to go home."
The director seemed to understand something, revealing a malicious smile. He nudged Xu Chun not far away, and winked at him.
"Then I won't disturb your time together."
Chapter 108 The Grand Finale
The next morning
Xu Chun woke up from his sleep. Sunlight streamed in through the window. He lazily moved his body, feeling extremely sore all over, and even lifting his arm was a struggle.
The door opened, Xie Jianyuan walked in, carrying a cup of hot milk. He smiled and said, "Brother Chun, have something to drink."
Xu Chun glanced at him listlessly and said weakly, "I have no appetite right now."
Xie Jianyuan smiled slightly, his gaze slowly moving down to his fair neck, where faint hickeys still lingered, standing out starkly against the snow-white skin.
After noticing his gaze, Xu Chun awkwardly covered that area with the blanket.
Fortunately, there aren't any announcements or events scheduled these past few days.
After finishing filming the web series, they also had a short break, saying goodbye to the days of working day and night. It was a rare treat to sleep until they naturally woke up.
After speaking, he paused, thinking of Xie Jianyuan's unbridled behavior last night. He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to speak.
"But you've been getting more and more outrageous lately."