Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Indra arrived, stepping through the air, with swirling demonic clouds behind him.

Golden imperial dragon energy roared in the night sky, forcing the wind and snow to retreat.

He looked at the sky-covered figure blocking the city wall, his eyes bloodshot.

It was anger, and it was also confusion.

"Senior sister."

Indra's voice boomed through the night sky, shaking the bricks and stones on the city wall.

"Are you crazy?"

"That is the fate of the demon race, and the lifeline of my master!"

"You're willing to sacrifice the entire demon race for a stranger who looks like her?"

"Have you lived up to your master's teachings? Have you lived up to the expectations of all the people in this city?"

Tianpeng remained silent.

She simply gripped the nine-toothed rake in her hand tightly.

The divine weapon, which had been submerged in the Milky Way for ten thousand years, now emitted a low, buzzing sound.

The cold light illuminated her strikingly handsome face.

She didn't look at Indra, nor at the countless demon soldiers filling the sky.

Her gaze swept over the crowd and landed on the white figure beneath the city wall.

Su Xiaojiu stood in the snow.

Although that push was powerful, it was delivered with a gentle touch.

She wasn't injured; her cloak was just covered in some snow and mud.

The surrounding space had been locked down by Di Shitian's aura, and she could not leave.

She didn't want to leave either.

"say!"

Emperor Shitian roared, drawing his imperial sword half an inch from its sheath.

Sword energy crisscrossed, tearing through the void.

"If you don't move aside, don't blame me for disregarding our camaraderie!"

Tianpeng remained silent.

She raised her hand, the rake teeth pointing directly at Indra's brow.

That was her answer.

If you want to mess with Su Xiaojiu, you have to step over her dead body first.

Indra took a deep breath.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all that remained in them was a chilling killing intent.

"it is good."

"Since you insist on courting death, I will grant your wish."

He raised his hand, and the three thousand imperial guards behind him simultaneously drew their bows.

The arrows gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light; they were demon-slaying arrows, specifically designed to destroy demonic forms.

Just then.

A heavy footstep came from behind the Imperial Guards.

The footsteps were slow and heavy.

Every step he took felt like stepping on everyone's hearts.

The tense atmosphere froze slightly because of the footsteps.

The crowd automatically separated.

Rolling curtain, carrying that old lantern, slowly walked out.

He walked at a leisurely pace, his face still bearing that blank expression.

He walked up to Indra, without bowing or looking at the enraged king.

He walked straight towards Tianpeng.

"Old Sha?"

Tianpeng frowned, but did not put down the rake in his hand.

"Aren't you?"

The roller shutter stopped three steps away from the canopy.

He put down the lantern and sighed.

"marshal."

The sound of the curtain rolling was very soft, and it was easily dispersed by the wind.

"Your alcohol tolerance remains as poor as ever."

Tianpeng was stunned for a moment.

"What do you mean...?"

Before she could finish speaking, everything went black before her eyes.

The suppressed drunkenness suddenly surged out from every part of his body like a flash flood.

It's not just about being drunk.

There was also an inexplicable medicinal power that instantly sealed her demon core and locked her soul.

That's the medicinal power of "Drunken Dragon Grass".

Just now in the side hall, she thought she had used her demonic power to neutralize it.

Actually not.

Rolling Curtain drank the wine, but he condensed the medicinal power and injected it into Tianpeng's body.

Clang.

The nine-toothed rake slipped from his hand and smashed against the city wall, sending sparks flying.

Tianpeng swayed and fell backward.

Rolling the curtain stepped forward and caught her steadily.

"you……"

Tianpeng strained his eyes, trying to see Juanlian's face clearly.

My vision is already blurred.

The world is spinning, and all sounds are fading away.

With her last bit of strength, she turned her head and looked down at the city wall.

Su Xiaojiu stood there.

The wind and snow tousled her hair, but they couldn't dispel the smile on her face.

She looked at Tianpeng and gave him a grateful smile.

That smile was very light and faint.

There was no mockery, no fear, only an indescribable tenderness.

Just like that smile of the white-clad fairy when she turned around by the Milky Way back then.

"fine."

Su Xiaojiu's lips moved, but no sound came out.

But Tianpeng understood.

A tear slid down Tianpeng's cheek.

She closed her eyes completely, nestled in the curtain's embrace, and fell into a deep sleep.

Rolling up the curtain, she looked at the person in her arms.

He reached out his rough, large hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Then, he carried Tianpeng on his back and tied her tightly with that tattered strip of cloth.

After doing all this, he finally raised his head and looked at Indra.

Indra's expression was very unpleasant.

"Roller curtain, what are you trying to do?"

The sword in Indra's hand was fully drawn.

"You want to rebel too?"

Rolling curtain ignored Indra's sword.

He turned around, walked to the city wall, and looked down at Su Xiaojiu.

"Walk."

The curtain rolled up and uttered a single word.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Indra was furious.

"Roll up the curtain! You dare let her go?"

"This demon court is still my demon court! This world is still my world!"

"Guards! Seize him!"

The surrounding guards were about to move.

boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from the roller blind.

That's not demonic energy.

It's not ethereal either.

It was a malevolent aura that was pure to the extreme.

It was the malevolent energy he had accumulated over thousands of years while rolling around in the mud at the bottom of the Liusha River.

The moment this aura was released, the world changed color.

The snow and wind froze instantly.

The fully drawn bowstrings snapped, and the weapons in the hands of the guards fell to the ground.

Even the imperial dragon aura on Indra's body was somewhat dissipated by this baleful aura.

The roller shutter turned its head back.

Those cloudy eyes, which were always half-closed, opened at this moment.

There was no white in the eyes, only a pitch-black abyss.

He looked at Indra, his gaze so calm it was unsettling.

"His Majesty."

The curtain opened, and the voice was hoarse.

I'll only say it once.

"let her go."

Indra's hand holding the sword trembled.

He never expected that this quiet, unassuming man who only ever cleaned weapons would possess such hidden strength.

This aura is even stronger than that of Tianpeng.

This is a half-step Great Sage, or even... stronger.

Rolling up the curtain, she turned her gaze back to Su Xiaojiu.

"Let's go."

Roller Curtain said, "Before I change my mind."

"Get as far away as you can."

"Don't let the marshal wake up and see you."

Su Xiaojiu stood in the snow.

She looked up at the man on the city wall.

That man who carried the Heavenly Canopy on his back and single-handedly intimidated the entire Demon Court.

She patted the snow off her clothes.

Then, she shook her head.

"I'm not leaving."

Su Xiaojiu's voice was clear and crisp, carrying far in the quiet night.

The roller shutter was stunned.

A hint of surprise flashed in those dark eyes.

"What did you say?"

I said, I'm not leaving.

Su Xiaojiu pulled her cloak tighter around herself and found a clean rock to sit on.

His movements were as casual as if he were enjoying the snow in his own backyard.

"Don't you want to live?"

Roller frowned. "Do you know what staying means?"

"Know."

Su Xiaojiu smiled. "To extract blood for medicine."

"Then why aren't you leaving?"

The sound of the curtain rolling carried a hint of anger.

He went to such great lengths, even risking revealing his strength and drugging Tianpeng, all to save this fox's life.

So the fox turned out to be an idiot?

"general."

Su Xiaojiu looked at the roller shutter with bright eyes.

"It's good to be alive, of course."

"I can eat noodles, watch snow, and sleep."

"But..."

Su Xiaojiu paused for a moment, her gaze piercing through the wind and snow, looking towards the distant west.

There was a tiger there, sharpening its knife.

"Some things are more important than living."

"If it's just to live, then others have to die for me."

"I can't bear this fate."

Su Xiaojiu stood up and straightened her clothes.

She looked at Indra, her face showing no fear whatsoever.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late."

"Let's go back to the palace."

"Don't miss tomorrow's festival."

After saying that, she actually took the initiative to start walking towards the city gate.

Her steps were light, her back view resolute.

Rolling Curtain stood on the city wall, watching the white figure walk through the city gate.

The wind and snow fell on his shoulders, accumulating into a thick layer.

He suddenly felt that the canopy on his back was very heavy.

It was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

"idiot."

Rolling Curtain muttered a curse under his breath.

He turned away, no longer looking at that figure.

He carried Tianpeng on his back and walked down the city wall step by step.

His figure was desolate, like a moving, lonely grave.

Di Shitian watched as Su Xiaojiu walked back on her own initiative, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He waved his hand, signaling the guards to follow.

The army retreated.

The snow continued to fall, covering the footprints on the ground.

Only the lonely city wall remained, along with the lingering aroma of wine in the air.

To the tune of "Yu Meiren: Farewell at the City Wall"

The wind whips up the lingering clouds, threatening snow; banners atop the city walls are torn.

The old friend turned back with a smile, unlike the dejected feeling of parting years ago.

The foolish child thinks life is boring and values ​​a promise more than life and death.

Alone, I sit with the lamp turned away, sighing helplessly. The vast landscape before me evokes only memories of the past.