The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 219 Calculation
Ye Ling's hand suddenly trembled violently, and the bone knife fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Fresh blood dripped from his sewn fingertips, blooming into dazzling red plum blossoms on the ice.

At that moment, it was as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and all the violent anger in his body had vanished completely.

Suddenly, I felt it was meaningless.

His silver eyelashes drooped down, casting deep shadows on his face.

He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse beyond belief: "Yes... I'm really crazy."

Su Xiyue's fingers tightened unconsciously as she saw his silver eyes, which always held pride, now brimming with tears.

There also seemed to be a sense of loss and powerlessness.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a little flustered and couldn't help but start to reflect on whether she had gone too far.

Ye Ling staggered, her voice hoarse and barely audible, "I must be crazy to have searched for you day and night after you escaped, and to have been thinking of your face even when I was almost swept away by the whirlpool in the Endless Sea."

Her face turned slightly pale, and her fingertips unconsciously dug into her palms.

Ye Ling suddenly ripped open her blood-stained clothes, revealing a gruesome scar on her chest: "See this? This is what a sea monster left on me, just half an inch away from piercing my heart."

He smiled bitterly and pointed to Mo Lin, who was confronting Xuan Yuanming in the sky: "This snake had its scales completely shattered by the gale while searching for you."

He then pointed to Qingzhu: "He was almost swept into the seabed crevice by the whirlpool."

Finally, he grabbed Xuanming by the back of the neck and dragged him close: "This idiot spent three days and three nights alone in the sea trying to lure away the giant whale sharks!"

Xuanming punched Ye Ling in the face: "Who asked you to be so nosy?"

Ye Ling staggered as she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her silver eyes turning bloodshot in the setting sun: "Are you satisfied now?"

Suddenly, a system-generated image flashed before Su Xiyue's eyes.

Ye Ling clung tightly to Jiao Shi amidst the crashing waves, barely clinging to life.

Mo Lin's serpentine body was coiled around the reef, a bloody mess with scales scattered everywhere.

The green bamboo sank slowly into the deep blue sea.
She didn't seem to feel much at the time, but now it felt like her heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, and the pain made it hard to breathe.

She suddenly didn't know what she was doing.

Calm down and think about it.

Is Ye Ling at fault, and I am not?

Because of psychological trauma, and because she is a human being at heart, she refused to breastfeed.

But Ye Ling was unaware of all this; in his eyes, he was simply a native-born female of the beast world.

It's perfectly normal to feel angry and lose favorability when you can't understand your own behavior.

From another perspective, what if Xuan Yuanming knew that he was not the original owner, but a fake, wandering ghost?

Forget about undying love; a favorability rating of 100 might instantly plummet to negative.

He might even kill himself.

Thinking about this, she became increasingly flustered and dared not reveal the truth.

Suddenly, I felt a little reluctant to take Xuanyuan Ming as my sixth beast husband.

Ultimately, this man didn't love himself, but rather the original owner of this body.

If the other person discovers one day that they are not the original owner of this body, then all their kindness and love for them will turn into sharp blades and stab them in the back.

She wasn't confident she could keep it from Xuanyuan Ming forever.

Moreover, there's the troublesome Phoenix Clan involved.

"I"

She had just opened her mouth when a deafening explosion suddenly came from the sky.

Xuanyuan Ming's dragon tail shattered the glacier, and a maniacal laugh echoed from the shattered ice: "Kill me, or I will make sure you all die a gruesome death."

Mo Lin's Teng Snake true form's scales bristled, and the saliva dripping from its fangs sizzled as it corroded the ice surface: "I couldn't ask for more."

The moment the two were about to collide again.

"stop…"

Suddenly, vines burst forth from Su Xiyue's body, dozens of wrist-thick vines breaking through the ice and shooting into the air like pythons, forcefully forming a barrier between the Tengshe and Zhulong.

The two men stopped abruptly, their bodies frozen in mid-air.

With an icy gaze, she shouted, "Get down here, all of you!"

A screeching sound of scales scraping against each other came from the air.

Mo Lin landed first and transformed into human form, revealing deep, bone-revealing wounds where his black snakeskin coat was torn.

After circling twice, Xuan Yuanming crashed heavily onto the ice, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. But a morbid obsession surged in his dark golden eyes: "Is Yue'er feeling sorry for them?"

Su Xiyue retracted the vines without answering his question.

She looked up at Xuan Yuanming, her expression utterly serious: "Xuan Yuanming, if one day you find out I've lied to you..."

She trembled slightly and continued, "What would happen if you discovered that I'm not the person you thought I was?"

The entire canyon suddenly fell silent.

Xuanyuan Ming frowned, not understanding why Yue'er would suddenly ask this question, and a faint suspicion arose in his heart.

His dark gold eyes narrowed: "Lying to me?"

The only person he ever loved was the little liar who saved him when he was a child, regardless of whether she was beautiful or ugly.

If the woman in front of him wasn't Yue'er, then naturally he wouldn't be able to continue loving her.

They might even kill.

Anyone who dares to deceive him, anyone who dares to impersonate his Yue'er, deserves to be killed rather than punished.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, then suddenly chuckled softly, "If Yue'er is lying to me..."

His dark golden eyes suddenly narrowed to slits. "I will grind the entire Beast World Lower Domain to dust, inch by inch, including the entire Wolf Tribe..." Su Xiyue's breath hitched. This was a true mad beast. His earlier argument with Ye Ling and Mo Lin was like children playing around.

My feet unconsciously retreated, and the sound of my feet crushing the ice was particularly jarring.

I suddenly regretted asking that question.

Just about to say something.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Ling's silver eyes as she instantly shot towards Xuan Yuanming. Her thin lips curled slightly as she sneered, "You think you can take me on?"

Xuanyuan Ming raised an eyebrow, "Would you like to give it a try?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

Su Xiyue quickly stepped in to smooth things over, forcing a smile: "What are you all doing? I was just asking casually, why are you all so nervous?"

Xuan Yuanming breathed a sigh of relief, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek, all his madness instantly turning into tenderness: "Yue'er is Yue'er. I remember the taste of your blood, and the Curse of Fading Beauty. I would never mistake you."

She stared blankly at Xuan Yuanming, then suddenly burst out laughing.

It turns out I was the most ridiculous one—using someone else's body to bear this obsessive love, like holding a bomb that could explode at any moment.

In fact, not only Xuanyuan Ming, but Su Lie was the same.
What if one day in the future, Su Lie discovers that he is not his daughter at all?

Instead, he is a lonely ghost inhabiting his daughter's body, and all fatherly love will vanish.

He might kill himself just like Xuanyuan Ming did.

On the contrary, Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming are the five people who truly fall in love with him.

Even if a large part of it is due to appearance.

But at least, they like themselves, not the original owner.

She tucked the stray hairs behind her ears and looked at the men present: "You all want to know why my face looks like this, right? I'll tell you now."

Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming all looked at her, clearly wanting to know the answer.

Xuanyuan Ming knew the reason, and he also knew what she was about to say.

"When I was five years old, I was cursed by the Dragon Clan's Great Witch with the Curse of Fading Beauty, which is why I grew uglier and uglier. I only learned the truth after I came to the Upper Realm."

Su Xiyue pointed to Xuan Yuanming as she said this: "He used his heart's blood to break the witchcraft on me, which is how my appearance was restored. The way you see me now is the real me."

"Heart's blood? Curse of Faded Beauty?"

Mo Lin frowned deeply; the witch doctor's guess was indeed correct.

His gaze instantly fell on Xuan Yuanming, extremely cold.

No wonder this mad dragon suddenly fell in love with Yue'er, and was so perverted and obsessive.

It turns out the two knew each other since childhood, and Yue'er even saved him. This makes sense.

What Mo Lin could think of, Ye Ling naturally thought of as well.

A dark light flashed in his silver eyes as he looked at Xuan Yuanming with a meaningful expression: "If you want us to acknowledge you as Yue'er's sixth beast husband, then go and kill your Dragon Clan's Great Witch now to avenge Yue'er. As the young lord of the Dragon Clan, it shouldn't be too difficult for you."

They could have killed them themselves, but the dragon race's power was simply too great.

It would be dangerous to let them do the killing.

It would be better to let Xuanyuan Ming do the killing. Not only could it avenge Yue'er, but it could also cause friction between Xuanyuan Ming and the Dragon Clan.

The high-ranking shaman holds a prestigious position and is extremely important in any tribe, with a status almost on par with that of the tribal chief.

Even though Xuanyuan Ming is the young lord of the Dragon Clan, he cannot be killed so easily.

Even if they were to actually kill them, this incident would still spark a fierce conflict within the Dragon Clan.

It's possible that even his position as the young lord will be shaken.

Ye Ling's goal was simple: to use Xuan Yuanming to avenge Yue'er and weaken the power behind him.

As long as this mad dragon loses the support of the dragon race, I can deal with it at any time.

His eyes darkened, and then he looked at Mo Lin, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming beside him, asking in a low voice, "What do you think?"

Mo Lin understood Ye Ling's intention almost instantly; the two were practically telepathic.

He glanced indifferently at Xuan Yuanming, a bloodthirsty smile playing on his lips: "If he can't even do this much—then he doesn't deserve Yue'er."

Qingzhu crossed her arms, a cold glint flashing in her emerald eyes, and nodded slightly, saying, "I agree. If one doesn't even have the determination and ability to avenge Yue'er, then one is indeed not qualified to stay by Yue'er's side."

His tone was calm, yet it conveyed an undeniable authority.

Xuanming was somewhat confused and grumbled unhappily, "Why do we need him to go? Wouldn't it be more satisfying if we went and killed him ourselves? We could also extract that great shaman's dragon tendons for Yue'er..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qingzhu slapped him on the back of the head: "If you're stupid, then shut up."

Ye Ling glanced at Xuan Ming, who was rubbing his head and cursing, and a hint of helplessness flashed in her silver eyes.

This is exactly the kind of person you'd call a "pig teammate".

He turned his gaze to Xuan Yuanming, a provocative smile curving his lips: "What? The young lord of the Dragon Clan doesn't dare accept this pledge of allegiance?"

As the sun gradually set, only half of its waning rays remained, hanging obliquely over the mountaintop.

Xuanyuan Minglong's horns were faintly visible among his dark hair, with flowing dark gold patterns.

He touched his chest, where the excruciating pain from having his heart ripped out still lingered: "I will naturally kill the witch."

He looked at Su Xiyue, his fingertips gently tracing her cheek, his dark golden eyes swirling with a stubborn tenderness: "Yue'er, wait for me for three days."

He turned and transformed into a hundred-meter-long candle dragon, blotting out the sky and roaring through the heavens: "Three days later, I will bring you the witch's head!"

“Xuanyuan Ming…”

Su Xiyue watched the dragon's shadow disappear into the twilight and couldn't help but shout it out.

But he had already disappeared.

(End of this chapter)