Qiu Bai: “How are you better? In order to seize cultivation materials, you killed as you pleased. You casually accepted an apprentice, but beat and abuse him every day without end.”
Bai Weiwei: Some pots should not be opened1.
Qiu Bai suddenly smiled amiably. “Ning Yishu, right? In terms of seniority, you should call me shibo2. Heed my advice, this woman is extremely vicious. Her own spiritual energy is in disorder, and she’s been absorbing your spiritual energy to treat it. If you don’t kill her, what awaits you is only the destruction of your spiritual root.”
Ning Yishu’s grip on Bai Weiwei unconsciously tightened.
It turned out that she had been extracting his spiritual energy.
If one’s spiritual energy was exhausted to a certain point, the spiritual root would indeed be destroyed.
Bai Weiwei snarled, “Shut up, swine3.”
Saying this, a white sleeve whipped through the air, curling around Qiu Bai’s favored4 sword.
Qiu Bai’s expression was cold. “You’re so badly injured, yet you still hope to beat me.”
When he said this, the long sword flashed with a white light, and the sleeve shattered.
Bai Weiwei’s chest convulsed, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Without thinking, she raised her head and kissed Ning Yishu. The strength in his body surged into hers.
Ning Yishu’s heart grew colder.
She really treated and used him like garbage.
Although he didn’t know how much spiritual energy he had left, Bai Weiwei continued to draw out more.
Sooner or later, his spiritual root would be destroyed.
Qiu Bai laughed loudly. “Ning Yishu, I’ll teach you a method. As long as you block off the passages to your dantian, no one can absorb your spiritual energy.”
Bai Weiwei’s face was pale, and her lips were trembling. She drew in a bit more strength.
But it was still excruciating.
She sneered, “How could the disciple that I taught listen to you?”
Saying this, Bai Weiwei seemed to want to confirm something. She gloomily looked at Ning Yishu.
“Kiss me.”
Still two simple words.
They carried a natural disdain for others.
But Ning Yishu noticed her body was tense, and the skin where his hands touched was bone-chillingly cold.
His looked down. Her blood flowed from his hands.
Even the blood was cold.
Ning Yishu’s reasoning told him that this was the best opportunity to get rid of Bai Weiwei…
“Kiss me.” Bai Weiwei repeated. Her voice was chilly, but carried a hint of a tremor.
He didn’t know if it was because of the cold, but her face was completely white, fragile and coldly indifferent.
Clearly this woman was vicious…
Ning Yishu suddenly bent down and pressed his lips on hers.
The familiar power surged up once again and entered Bai Weiwei’s body.