Time rewinds to fifteen minutes ago.
"I want you to kill me."
The half-saint, half-evil Hua Jing stood tall with an elegant poise, silver hair swirling, and in her pure white eyes, there was only indifference.
You Su's face froze, and instinctively stepped back, lips twitching, unsure of how to respond.
"Is it difficult to understand?"
Hua Jing's eyebrows, like distant mountains or hibiscus, arched, not only her hair but even her eyebrows and eyelashes were this mysterious and misty silver.
"You are the Divine Son of the Exorcism Bureau, eliminating evil is your mission. Now that I've deeply descended into evil, I need you to give me release."
Her crystal red lips parted and closed, the words of calmly facing death drifted coldly, as if she wanted You Su to kill not her, but some insignificant person.
"Wh-why me?"
You Su instinctively placed his hand on the hilt of the Mo Song Sword.
