Qiao Zirong suddenly burst into laughter, laughing until tears spilled from his eyes.
Yet Su Jiu somehow heard a desolate sorrow in that laughter.
After laughing for a while, Qiao Zirong straightened up and suddenly leaned close to Su Jiu's face. As though suppressing something, he rasped, "So, when I was saving you, these were the things you were thinking about?"
Qiao Zirong shook his head and took two steps back, his former composure returning to his face. Clicking his tongue, he said, "Su Jiu, oh, Su Jiu. Has anyone ever told you that if you cultivated the demonic path, you would absolutely become the fiend Dao cultivators most wanted to eliminate?"
Su Jiu's expression remained indifferent, without a trace of anger.
"Because someone as heartless as you is truly terrifying."
Heartless? Perhaps. Along the way, she might have been moved and grateful, but she had never been able to trust someone like him wholeheartedly.
Qiao Zirong watched Su Jiu with interest and asked, "Anything else?"
Su Jiu's gaze flickered slightly, her tone indifferent. "You wanted to kill Mo Qi once, didn't you? May I know why?"
Now that Su Jiu had exposed him, all his lies had become meaningless. Qiao Zirong was therefore unafraid of letting her learn more and said bluntly, "Because, just like Zhou Cheng, she was a stumbling block in my mission. You're so clever, A Jiu. Did you really not guess? Later, I realized killing Mo Qi would arouse your suspicions, so I spared her. In the end, she has you to thank for surviving."
An inky darkness gathered in Su Jiu's eyes, so dense it would not disperse. "So why did you approach me and try to please me? What exactly do you want from me?"
The corners of Qiao Zirong's lips curled into