Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 70 Inner Demon
The graceful figure reflected at her feet is like catkins in the wind, graceful and elegant. The flowing skirt rises and falls with her movements, spreading a beauty that is dazzling.

He sat cross-legged on the water, just like he did every time he practiced, dignified yet relaxed, with his back straight and his heart facing the sky.

But her eyelashes were drooped, and her eyes were not closed, as if she was looking at the "Fuguang" in her reflection.

As if she noticed Fu Guang's gaze, the ethereal figure like water seemed to solidify. She flicked her sleeves, kicked her legs, and bent over.

With every movement, she would look back at Fu Guang, as if to gain strength from her gaze, but every time, she gained nothing.

Fu Guang's eyes were empty, as if he was staring at her, but also as if he was lost in thought about something.

The reflection seemed a little annoyed, and its movements became more and more intense. The sound of "gulp gulp" stepping on the water was endless, along with the sound of sleeves breaking through the air.

The long sleeves overlapped and separated, and the soft materials collided, making a delicate sound.

Fu Guang was distracted for a moment.

The dancer never stopped, her toes touching the ground like the most nimble flying swallow. Before the water ripples could react, she had already spun out, her sleeves drawing circles of red in the air, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, she stopped, stood up straight, put one hand behind her back, and looked back at Fu Guang.

The golden hair lost its dazzling luster and turned into a deep, dark color. The black eyes looked directly at Fu Guang who was sitting on the ground.

Fu Guang looked into those black eyes. After they changed color, they looked like a deep, dangerous abyss ready to devour anyone.

So, is this how she is in the eyes of others?

The man stood not far from Fu Guang, wearing the sect disciple uniform that Fu Guang was most familiar with.

The robe was mainly black, with auspicious characters embroidered on the cuffs and collar with red silk thread. The lining was black and the outer sleeves were bright red, which made her cold expression seem less cold.

She frowned, looked down at her own clothes, then glanced at Fu Guang's clothes. In her light and graceful voice, she seemed to be gritting her teeth, and looked at Fu Guang unwillingly and said, "You are indeed worthy of it."

Suddenly, the expression on that face that seemed to keep strangers away changed. Her dimples smiled lightly, her eyebrows slightly raised, the corners of her lips turned up, and she suddenly came alive.

"Long time no see, Fu Guang," she said.

The water waves beneath him were cool, and they splashed onto his skin through his thin clothes. Fu Guang also smiled.

She shook her head and walked towards Fu Guang, sighing, "Why be so cautious? You know very well that I can no longer replace you."

Fu Guang did not say anything when he heard this.

The man with the same face as Fu Guang rolled up his long sleeves and sat cross-legged beside Fu Guang, just like Fu Guang, looking forward, as if he wanted to feel Fu Guang's mood at the moment.

After a while, she gave up and immediately changed to a comfortable sitting position, with her legs folded together and one hand on Fu Guang's shoulder.

Watching it carefully inch by inch, the young girl sat upright, her gaze like a searchlight, scanning up and down like a beam, and then she sneered in disdain.

She was a little unwilling and patted Fu Guang's shoulder. She seemed to have thought of something funny and suddenly laughed out loud.

The silver bell-like laughter rang out for a long time, and she sighed deeply, saying regretfully, "If it were you now, I would be 100% sure to beat you, what a pity."

A cold hand touched Fu Guang's cheek, but Fu Guang remained motionless, without saying a word or making any move.

This figure was led out by Yunmengze. It could be considered a kind of inner demon. Fu Guang had seen through the inner demon before. To her, the inner demon was an old acquaintance and not a big deal.

If you don’t listen, look, or think, you will easily pass this level.

She follows you everywhere, indestructible. A single thought will bring her to your side. Whether or not she becomes a demon in your heart depends entirely on your fate. Perhaps, perhaps not, it all depends on your choices.

"Boring." Fu Guang, dressed in red and black, said after a while.

This time she folded her hands and placed them on Fu Guang's shoulders, resting her head on her folded hands, using Fu Guang as a support.

When she closed her eyes, her eyelashes, as thin as cicada wings, cast a small shadow under her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.

Fu Guang raised her eyes to the sky. The clear blue sky reflected her figure. Not far away, two figures were projected from the silver-haired sentry.

One has golden wings, the other has black wings, and they fight endlessly.

The two men held long swords, and each move was aimed at the other's fatal point. Golden and black feathers intertwined, and light feathers floated in the sky and fell down one after another, like a black rain.

She turned her head and saw the silver-haired sentry not far away still holding a sword, standing solemnly, but there was no shadow under his feet.

She took out a golden feather pen from her pinky ring, pinched the base of the feather with her right hand, and stroked the feather upwards from the base with her left hand.

"Do you want to help him?" The man at the side asked lazily, and raised his eyebrows lazily to look at the sentry with whom he was fighting happily.

"Why can't you show me a little mercy?" She said nonsense with a smile, trying to disturb Fu Guang's mood even without the slightest chance.

"Stop, stop thinking." A cold voice suddenly appeared, causing Xiguang to stop holding the sword. He flapped his six wings and moved the sword tip horizontally to block the sword that was stabbing towards his chest.

The black-winged man with the same face as him glanced down expressionlessly, then raised his sword and stabbed him repeatedly, leaving him no room to breathe or think.

The voice only said four words and then stopped, as if he was hallucinating.

Clang clang clang.

Dazzling sparks flew from the swords, and the sword light flickered as the two men confronted each other. In just a moment, they had already exchanged dozens of blows.

The two of them moved at the same time, standing not far away, waiting for the next opportunity to attack.

Xiguang gripped the hilt of the sword tightly. The person opposite him was very familiar with his attack routine, and every move hit the key points of his attack.

And the same face, and the same spiritual body.

In one hand he held a black feather, which was slender and tightly arranged. It felt smooth and like a thin piece of metal, with a sharp gleam on the edge.

He raised his hand, and the light feathers broke through the air like sharp arrows, making a sharp, short "whoosh" sound.

The person opposite him raised his sword slightly and easily blocked the feather. The bright blade of the sword illuminated Xiguang's uneasy expression.

No two leaves in the world are alike, and naturally no two spirits are alike. But the wings on the opposite side are identical in size, shape, length, density, and texture, except for their color.

how can that be possible?
Stop, stop thinking? What should I tell him? Should I ask him to stop fighting?
"Do you think he will stop? Will he give his life to empty words?" With his red sleeves folded, "Fu Guang" propped up his chin and calmly asked the cold-hearted blonde girl.

"Just say one word, can he believe you?"

　Happy New Year, dear readers.

　　I wish you all much joy and lasting peace. Last year all your wishes came true, and this year all your wishes will be fulfilled.

　　
　
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