Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

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As dusk settled and the air grew cool, Xuejiang Peak seemed to be draped in scattered gold, bathed in warm sunlight. Under the eaves of Qingyin Residence, the bamboo grove swayed gently, emitting a tinkling sound.

When Chi Buwan opened her eyes, she was stunned for a moment when she saw the environment in front of her, and then slowly came back to her senses.

This is Xiao Wuli's illusion.

He frowned slightly, puzzled.

Why is Xiao Wuli's illusion set in his own bedchamber? Could it be...?

Are they arranging his funeral?

!

Is the author's abstract plot real?!?

Oh no!

Chi Buwan strode quickly toward the bedchamber, and just as he was about to step over the threshold, he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.

"Master."

Xiao Wuli's voice trembled, and his breath was labored, as if he had rushed over from a great distance.

Chi Buwan subconsciously responded, but when she turned around, she found that there was another Chi Buwan standing behind her.

Upon seeing this, he was first taken aback, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

That dead author really wrote nonsense.

He didn't die in the illusion!

"Master, the elders were all lying to me, weren't they?" Xiao Wuli looked in his direction, her voice very soft, her phoenix eyes filled with broken tears, each blink bringing down a large tear, her hand gripping the sword sheath tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Why are you crying again?"

Chi Buwan frowned and walked towards him, but just as she was about to raise her hand to wipe Xiao Wuli's tears, she was pulled back to her senses by Chi Buwan's cold and indifferent voice in the illusion.

"You wicked disciple!"

The two words came crashing down with the force of a thunderbolt.

Caught off guard, Chi Buwan was startled and turned to look at Chi Buwan beside him. He saw that Chi Buwan's eyes were filled with disgust and disgust, and his expression was filled with cold anger.

"How dare you harbor such rebellious thoughts." 'Chi Buwan' turned his back to Xiao Wuli, his voice flat, "Our master-disciple relationship has long been severed, there's no need for further entanglement."

“Pah!”

Chi Buwan first glanced at the sword sheath lying on the ground, then slowly raised his eyes to look at Xiao Wuli.

Xiao Wuli stood there, the tears in his eyes disappeared, his gaze lost, as if he were lost in some memory, and then the fragments of light within them gradually faded away.

Chi Buwan's brow furrowed slightly, then she turned her head and looked at 'Chi Buwan' with utter disapproval. Although she knew the two people in the illusion couldn't hear her voice, she still couldn't help but speak:

"Dude, to be fair, you're making a mountain out of a molehill."

Xiao Wuli has never done anything outrageous from beginning to end. The most outrageous thing he has done over the years is sneaking into his room in the middle of the night and pinching the red mole on his index finger.

The red mole on his finger was unusual, and he liked to pinch it whenever he had nothing to do. Other friends would also reach out and pinch it when they saw it.

So what if I pinched it? It's not a big deal.

However, expelling Xiao Wuli from the sect just because of this incident would be too harsh and cruel for Xiao Wuli, who has lived in the Lingxiao Sect since childhood and has no home outside of it.

Xiao Wuli is so well-behaved.

Looking at the broken and fragile Xiao Wuli, Chi Buwan walked to his side, reached out and patted his head, and said in a gentle tone, "It's just an illusion, your master won't send you away."

But the illusion continued. After "Not Too Late" finished speaking, a streak of light flashed across the sky, and several terrifying Mahayana auras attacked. The formation rose up on the spot and trapped Xiao Wuli.

"You audacious traitor, daring to trespass into the elder's chambers! What is your punishment?!"

Chi Buwan's eyelids twitched as she looked at Xie Hanfeng, who had appeared in the same spot and spoke coldly.

Xie Hanfeng urged Chi Buwan in the illusion, "Buwan, kill him as an example to warn others! This child must not be allowed to live!"

Is it too late?:........

No!

Brother! In Xiao Wuli's mind, are you the villain who stirs up trouble?

"Master." A gaze fell on him, and Chi Buwan was stunned for a moment. He turned to look at Xiao Wuli beside him, only to find that Xiao Wuli was looking at Chi Buwan opposite him.

"You don't want me anymore?"

In the illusion, Chi Buwan glanced back slightly, her cold eyes seemingly covered by a thin layer of ice, devoid of emotion. "You rebellious disciple, how dare you defy your superior! What use are you to me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wuli came back to his senses, and his eyes darkened.

After a long while, a self-deprecating smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Yes... If he were to break through the final barrier, even his true master would look at him with the same disgust, just like he would look at a demon lord, loathing him and running away again and again, or... expelling him from the sect and never seeing him again.

Never see you again...

Suddenly, a metallic taste of blood welled up in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the bluestone slab, its red color glaringly bright.

Chi Buwan, who was standing to the side, was startled again.

Bro, don't scare people!

It's just that I'm not taking you as my apprentice anymore. How could such a small thing cause you to be so heartbroken that you vomited blood?

Chi Buwan hurriedly raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but could only pass through his body and touched nothing.

His fingertips paused for a moment, and he heard Xiao Wuli's murmured repetition in his ear.

"My master doesn't want me..."

His voice was very soft, like a murmur in his sleep, or like a conscious act of self-harm.

Chi Buwan was stunned. Looking at Xiao Wuli's current state with her peach blossom eyes, she suddenly couldn't figure out whether he knew or not that she was in an illusion.

The next second, a broken laugh suddenly rang out in the quiet illusion, gradually changing its meaning from a defeated self-mockery to a suppressed laugh filled with hostility.

Xiao Wuli slowly raised his head. His eyes, which had been dull and lifeless, were now filled with an intense, dark color, as if he were fearless after facing a desperate situation, having shed all pretense.

"OK."

Chi Buwan had never seen Xiao Wuli look like that before—possessiveness surging, tinged with a morbid, sticky love.

A chill ran up my spine and even my fingertips felt cold.

Chi Buwan shivered and swallowed hard.

This is... Xiao Wuli?