Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Snow King witnessed all of this from the side and waited for a long time, but the boy still showed no signs of anything unusual.

It looked at him with surprise and uncertainty as he turned around.

The emotion in those heterochromatic eyes suddenly sank, as if sinking into a bottomless pool.

Wu Lichong gave a slight smile, the curve of which was faint, yet it was full of mockery and chilling intent.

"Are you curious why I haven't collapsed yet?" His voice was cold. "It seems the person behind you has forgotten that I was used as a vessel to raise Gu worms since childhood. How could I not see that a flower has been tampered with?"

Snow King's pupils constricted, and he fell to his knees with a thud, trembling as he begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong... I didn't mean to, that person forced me to do it. He said if I didn't do as he said, he would kill all the Snowball Beasts!"

"Oh."

A cold, chilling laugh escaped from the boy's nose.

"He'll kill you, so why can't I?"

Wu Li leaned forward slightly, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting the Snow King's terrified face. "Do you know what the Mirror Gu is?"

Snow King shook its head frantically. It didn't know anything about Mirror Gu; it only knew that the mysterious person had cast a spell on the flower above its head. As for whether this spell would cause the people in front of it to fall or die, it had no idea. It only wanted to protect its friends, and it didn't care if it felt guilty towards its benefactor.

But it never expected that the boy could see through it at a glance. If he had seen through it all along, why did he let his companions eat those flower petals?

Its question was answered in the next second.

"The Mirror Gu on that flower has now completely transferred into your body." The boy straightened up, looking down at it. "Since you don't understand what kind of Gu this is, then you can experience it for yourself."

Snow King was stunned.

It suddenly remembered that when the boy took the flower from its hand, his fingers had touched its hand. But he had clearly said before that he hated being touched.

It turns out that the collision was intentional.

At that moment, it had already been infected with a curse.

"ah--!"

A sharp pain struck without warning, and the Snow King screamed as it collapsed to the ground uncontrollably. It felt a bone-chilling cold on its skin, yet inside it felt as if a violent flame was burning; the two forces tore and collided, almost ripping its body apart.

"Help! Please, have mercy on me! I was wrong, I was wrong!!!"

"Remember this, this is the consequence of repaying kindness with enmity." Wu Li glanced down at the snowball beast rolling on the ground, then kicked it away.

He walked a few steps to the sleeping girl, placed his hands on either side of the table, and wrapped his entire body around her.

"You ungrateful wretch, you'll suffer the consequences of the Mirror Gu."

The moment the words fell—

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

An invisible wave of heat seemed to explode within the Snow King's body, violently hurling it away. The entire snow and ice cave trembled violently, hanging icicles crashed down, and ice shards flew everywhere, covering the ground.

Only Chai Xiaomi's cloak was spotless, without a single trace.

Ice shards fell softly onto Wu Li's shoulders and hair, but he didn't even turn his head, only a slight curve appeared on his thin lips.

He bent down.

The movements were very light, as if afraid of waking something.

A kiss landed on the girl's cheek, the warm touch lasting only a moment.

"I'll go and take care of this trouble." His voice was very low, almost as if he were talking to himself. "Wait for me to come back."

The red dragon swam along the tattoo on her forearm, winding its way down until it landed, having already grown to three feet long. As if sensing something, it obediently coiled up beside the sleeping girl without being commanded, its head slightly raised in a guarding posture.

Wu Li glanced at it with her eyes lowered.

"Stay by her side and do your best. If you slack off even a little, I'll cook you up and eat you."

"If she wakes up and asks, just tell her I'll be back soon, understand?"

The red dragon blinked.

Although it cannot speak, it can perform. If its owner asks it to repeat something, it can definitely perform it exactly as it says to Xiaomi.

But at this moment, it didn't want to nod.

The snake's eyes narrowed slightly as it stared into its master's eyes. Something was brewing beneath those heterochromatic pupils—not the usual indifference, nor the gentleness it showed only to Xiaomi, but a ruthless and resolute light.

It seems to be able to guess what its owner is going to do.

This is an extremely dangerous thing. If it succeeds, the master will never be tormented by the mother worm again, nor will he be subject to the control of the high priest.

But it also knows something else.

However, the master's ability to control Gu magic may not be able to match that of the high priest. If he wants to truly defeat him, he must merge all his evil energy and Gu power into one. He had seen that power before in Falling Star Plains, where it had torn open the entire sky and summoned the blood moon.

However, if it gets out of control, the owner might be devoured by its own malevolent energy.

Thoroughly.

Did you hear what I said?

Wu Li's voice lowered, carrying an undeniable pressure.

The red dragon's very bones are etched with submission to its master.

It nodded repeatedly as if by reflex.

Wu Li then looked away.

He lifted his eyes and looked at the sky outside the snow ice cave.

In the distance, the sky was hazy, and the wind and snow had arrived. The leaden-gray clouds hung low, as if they were about to fall down.

The smile on his face had vanished completely, leaving only a distant, cold expression.

Like a knife just drawn from its sheath.

He didn't turn around.

Step by step.

We stepped into the wind and snow outside the cave.

......

This is a warning from the high priest.

This is how you tell him: I know where you are, who you are with, and what you are doing. Nothing escapes my eyes.

After repeated unsuccessful attempts to summon him, his killing intent finally surfaced, and it was directed at those around him.

really.

A black figure stood amidst the vast expanse of snow in the distance.

The cloak covered the man from head to toe, his face hidden in unfathomable shadows. But Wu Li knew that behind that darkness lay a festering, rotting face.

That was the consequence of the high priest's obsession with refining evil poisons.

Unfortunately, the poison had already seeped into his flesh and was deeply rooted. He did not have pure blood, so even the Crimson Blood Silkworm could not repair his face in the slightest.

As if sensing the boy's gaze, a burst of laughter escaped from under the cloak.

Heavy, sticky, and indescribably gloomy.

"child."

The sound traveled through the wind and snow and reached Wu Li's ears.

"It's time to go home."

"Going home?" Wu Li stood in the wind and snow, and upon hearing this, he forced a smile. "Are your Gu worms hungry again?"

The moment the words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze for a split second.

A withered, veiny hand emerged from beneath the cloak, its five fingers extended and then suddenly clenched together, as if to crush something invisible in its palm.

"presumptuous!"

His low growl carried a heavy, oppressive force: "Is this how you speak to me now?"

At the heart, the mother worm seemed to sense the rage and suddenly revived and grew, its fine tentacles digging deep into the flesh and blood, stirring fiercely. It was no longer biting, but a deeper and more insidious creeping.

It was as if something was growing wildly in his meridians, sprouting branches and leaves, stretching every inch of his flesh to its limit.

Wu Li knelt heavily in the snow.

He didn't say a word.

My whole body was trembling—my shoulders, my back, my knuckles clenched tightly.

The wind and snow poured into his collar, landing on his eyebrows and eyelashes, accumulating into a thin layer of white. He didn't raise his hand to brush it away, but simply lowered his eyes, as if waiting for the intense pain to pass.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his lips.

The warmth fell on the snow, spreading a small patch of red...

Wu Li stared at the drop of blood, then raised his hand and scooped up a pile of snow to cover the red stain.

He suddenly laughed.

The smile started at the corners of his lips, gradually spreading to the corners of his eyes and into his deep, heterochromatic pupils.

He looked up at the black figure.

His voice was hoarse, carrying an indescribable submissiveness, as submissive as if he were someone else:

"High Priest, please forgive me."

"Since you've come to pick me up in person, how could I not go back?"