Ye Wudao glared hard, picked up Xiejiao's jade sword with his hands, and placed it on his chest.
Anyway, in the devil's camp, you will die sooner or later, so it would be better to die simply.
"You say I'm crazy?" Xie Jiao stared at Ye Wudao, her eyes full of struggle.
It seemed that there was another soul fighting against her.
It is indeed as Ye Wudao said.
Xie Jiao is ever-changing and can be extremely moody.
To use a more popular word to describe it, it is split personality.
Her delicate body began to tremble for some unknown reason, and her beautiful eyes turned red.
Biting her teeth lightly, she suddenly retracted her sword, and sprayed another mist of medicine with her hand, spraying it on Ye Wudao's wound.
Ye Wudao's wound healed instantly.
This medicinal mist seems to be an extraordinary thing.
Ye Wudao was stunned and looked deeply at Xie Jiao.
After a moment of silence, he asked: "Why?"
"You want to kill me, but you have the intention to save me. The injuries you just caused me are obviously healing. I know that your medicinal mist can heal them."
Xiejiao ignored him, walked to a corner alone, sat down lonely, huddled up in a ball, buried her head and started crying.
Ye Wudao didn't know why this unparalleled genius of a demon cultivator was so sad.
It's really confusing.
However, being soft-hearted, he still walked forward and sat next to Xie Jiao, forcing out what he thought was a gentle smile.
"Xiejiao, if you have anything on your mind, you can tell me."
Xie Jiao's sobbing stopped, her beautiful eyes were red, she glanced at Ye Wudao and smiled sadly.
"What's there to say?"
"It's just some past events. The past is like smoke. In fact, we should forget it. Didn't you say that I am a demon cultivator, ruthless and ruthless? But I can't forget those past events. Do you think it's ridiculous?"
Ye Wudao frowned.
"I actually didn't mean that. I just think your character is too..."
"What's wrong with being too much?" Xiejiao sneered and said with an indifferent expression: "This is my true face, it's just that you think it's not normal."
Ye Wudao frowned even more tightly and did not answer when he heard this.
Xie Jiao then said: "Ye Wudao, do you think that I can make you live well now, be qualified to talk to me, and stand here safe and sound because of your charm?"
"Well..." Ye Wudao hesitated slightly: "Isn't it?"
This time, Xie Jiao was dumbfounded.
She has seen narcissistic people, but never such narcissistic people.
"You are so arrogant!" She couldn't help but sneer.
"Then you don't want to tell me why, can you just say no?" Ye Wudao rolled his eyes.
"Okay, I'll tell you the truth." Xie Jiao snorted coldly: "Back then, there were three peerless geniuses in my lineage. I was one of them, and the other one was my senior brother I had a crush on. But he turned out to be a decent person.
After the spy was discovered, Lord Demon Lord personally killed him."
"I miss him very much. You and he are only slightly similar in temperament, so I can't help but think of him."
Go straight, Xiejiao has nothing to say.
"Then, is there another peerless genius?" Ye Wudao asked curiously.
The focus of his attention was not at all on the person Xie Jiao had a crush on.
In fact, he had already speculated like this in his mind, but after Xiejiao said it, he was more confirmed, so he was not too curious about it.
"Are you sick?" Xiejiao was stunned.
She thought that Ye Wudao would ask her about her secret love, and she had already prepared an answer in her heart, but she didn't expect that Ye Wudao wouldn't even ask about it.
This made her a little angry.
"Why do you say that?" Ye Wudao was also stunned and looked at Xie Jiao.
Their four eyes looked at each other in astonishment.