She suddenly remembered what Mo Li had said before he died: "Don't trust anyone, including your uncle."
Could Mo Li have seen something long ago?
"Junior Brother, what are you planning?" Han Wuji gripped his sword hilt tightly.
"Simple." Han Wuji's smile grew more sinister. "Hand them over to me, and I'll interrogate them about their secrets. As for Murong Xue..."
His gaze lingered on Murong Xue for a moment. "It would be a shame for the Sect Master's most beloved disciple to die just like this. Why not let her atone for her crimes by using her to win that boy's trust?"
Murong Xue's heart turned cold.
Han Wuji was even more sinister!
He actually wanted to use her as bait!
"But the boy is already dead." Han Wuji frowned.
"Dead?" Han Wuji walked over to Mo Li and felt his pulse. "Senior Brother, your swordsmanship has declined. The boy still has a breath left in him."
What?!
Murong Xue hurriedly lowered her head and carefully felt for Mo Li's breathing.
It was true!
It was very faint, but he was still alive!
"Mo Li! Mo Li, wake up!" She excitedly shook his body.
Han Wuji sneered. "Don't waste your effort. He's so badly injured that even if he survives, he'll be crippled. But that works out perfectly. Cripples are easier to control."
As he spoke, he pulled a black pill from his robes. "This is our Qingyun Sect's Heart Control Pill. Once he takes it, he'll obey our every command."
"What are you going to do?" Murong Xue shielded Mo Li.
"Simple." Han Wuji crouched down. "Make him swallow it, then have him lead us to the Mo family's treasure. As for you..."
He reached out to stroke Murong Xue's cheek. "Cooperate, and I promise I won't hurt