The inner defenses gradually crumble

Feeling the strength coming from his leg, Mo Tianxiao's cheek twitched. He pulled his leg hard, but Yun Sangyi hugged it even tighter.

Helpless, Mo Tianxiao could only advise softly, I am not leaving, let go quickly.

I will not let go!

Yun Sangyi's eyes were terrifyingly determined.

Either take me with you, or beat me to death!

Mo Tianxiao was truly out of ideas. He could only drag Yun Sangyi to the door, raise his hand to carve several layers of soundproofing arrays, and then drag her back to the central area of the tree hollow.

Alright, alright, I haven't left.

Mo Tianxiao glanced at her, utterly speechless.

It was just two months of the silent treatment, was there a need to make such a scene?

Seeing him move away from the door, Yun Sangyi finally released her hands slowly. But in the next second, she sprinted toward the door and leaned her back against it, guarding it just like that. Her eyes were fixed tightly on Mo Tianxiao, afraid he was playing tricks.

Seeing this scene, Mo Tianxiao did not even want to say anything anymore. He had not even started using real methods yet; just leaving her hanging for two months had pushed the girl to this state.

He sat down cross-legged and looked at Yun Sangyi. So, can you cooperate with me a little now?

We could obviously be friends. If there is anything, we can talk it over nicely. I could not bear to treat you like this either.

Bah! You have already treated me like that, and you still say you could not bear it!

Yun Sangyi plopped down on the ground, leaning against the door. She seemed to have regained some confidence as she stared resentfully at Mo Tianxiao, her tone filled with extreme grievance.

You came to kill me first. Compared to the goal of your actions, what I did should not even be worth mentioning, right?

Mo Tianxiao spread his hands, deciding to reason properly with Yun Sangyi.

But I did not kill you! I did not even release any hostility toward you, yet what you did to me has truly and actually happened.

Yun Sangyi's mental state returned to normal a bit, but she was still furious. She was an assassin, yes, and she came to kill Mo Tianxiao, that was also true. But... but had she not refrained from making a move?

Thinking about it this way, was not the humiliation she suffered an unprovoked disaster?

The extreme imbalance in her heart made her simply not want to cooperate with Mo Tianxiao.

Mo Tianxiao looked at her with calm eyes. Attempted murder, does that not require punishment?

Aside from that, all the gains we have had along the way, for every share I got, you got one too. Does this not prove that I treat you as a friend?

You...!

Yun Sangyi wanted to argue, but for a moment, she actually did not know how to retort.

Thinking carefully, during the time she had been with Mo Tianxiao, her gains were indeed not small, and even her cultivation base had taken a step further.

However, after the other party found out she was an assassin, he only humiliated her physically and did not take her life.

Let us put ourselves in each other's shoes. If you knew you were targeted by an assassin, and you caught that assassin, would you let them go?

Mo Tianxiao stood up and walked toward Yun Sangyi.

If it were anyone else, I would not let them off just because their assassination attempt failed.

Mo Tianxiao crouched in front of Yun Sangyi, reaching out to cup her face. With sincere eyes and a gentle tone, he said, Because it is you, I could not bear to kill you.

I hope our relationship will not be ruined by the Blood God Palace, so I am willing to give you a chance.

The reason I left you alone here for two months was that I did not want to hurt your body anymore. As a friend, I do not want to see you in pain, so I gave you time to calm down and think.

Yun Sangyi tilted her head up blankly, staring blankly at Mo Tianxiao's eyes full of sincerity. Her heartbeat unconsciously quickened a beat.

Was what he said... all true?

He did not want to see me hurt?

Because he wanted to maintain their previous relationship, because he did not want to lose her as a friend, that is why he did not kill her?

At this moment, Yun Sangyi seemed to have forgotten the previous spanking, and also forgot that the other party had simply neglected her for two months.

After all, he had explained it; it was to give her time to calm down, not to intentionally give her the silent treatment.

Should she... forgive him?

Yun Sangyi's heart was incredibly chaotic. She could not quite tell how many of Mo Tianxiao's words were actually true.

His eyes were incredibly serious, even holding a trace of heartache.

Who was his heart aching for? Was it her?

Yun Sangyi, whose mental state had already been messed up to the point of abnormality, now actually found the scales in her heart tilting toward Mo Tianxiao. A voice deep inside told her to just forgive him; he was doing it for her own good.

Her identity as an assassin was just for fun anyway; there was no need to fall out with Mo Tianxiao over this.

If she continued to act tough, he would definitely punish her like before.

At the thought of this, Yun Sangyi suddenly felt her buttocks go numb, and a blush could not help but creep onto her cheeks.

Not only would he hit her, but he would also continue to give her the silent treatment and lock her up alone here.

If she continued to resist, how long would he lock her up next time? A year? Ten years? Or a lifetime?

Thinking of that endless, restless loneliness, Yun Sangyi's pupils trembled slightly, revealing a hint of fear.

Yun Sangyi's lips moved slightly. Just as she was about to open her mouth and admit defeat, Mo Tianxiao's voice sounded again. Think about it carefully, there is no rush. I will stay here with you this time.

Gently wiping away the remaining tears at the corners of Yun Sangyi's eyes, Mo Tianxiao stood up and returned to the center of the tree hollow, starting to set up arrays to conceal the upcoming aura.

Throughout the entire process of setting up the arrays, Yun Sangyi remained sitting blankly at the door. Her gaze followed Mo Tianxiao's moving figure, her eyes hollow, not knowing what she was thinking.

After spending a whole day, he finally finished setting up the arrays.

Mo Tianxiao breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally enjoy the fruits of his victory.

Glancing at Yun Sangyi by the door, Mo Tianxiao thought for a moment, then took off his outer garment and walked toward her.

Yun Sangyi stared at him nervously, her hands pressed against the door, her fair little hands involuntarily clenching tight.

What was he going to do?

I...

Yun Sangyi was just about to tell Mo Tianxiao her decision.

Shh, whatever you have to say can wait until later.

Mo Tianxiao draped his Thousand Illusions Holy Garment over Yun Sangyi. Put this on properly.

After doing all this, Mo Tianxiao returned to the center of the advanced concealment array. He sat cross-legged, his whole body floating in mid-air. Spiritual energy enveloped his entire body, and the spiritual energy within him began to circulate along a special route.

With a thought, eight hundred thousand villain points instantly disappeared.

What followed was an endless infusion of spiritual energy, as if it appeared out of thin air from within his body, instantly filling every meridian inside him.

The proficiency of the Demon Emperor Sutra visibly increased. Terrifying spiritual energy overflowed from the surface of his body, setting off astonishing airwaves that filled the entire tree hollow in the blink of an eye, almost turning into a liquid state.

However, in the next second, Mo Tianxiao's body seemed to transform into a ravenous beast, and the surrounding spiritual energy was frantically absorbed back into him.

Yun Sangyi sat blankly at the main door. The Thousand Illusions Holy Garment on her body lit up with a faint glow, resisting the violent spiritual energy impact and the terrifying suction force.

As for Yun Sangyi herself, she was completely dumbfounded. There was only a giant question mark in her mind, "Is this... cultivation?"

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