After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Chapter 287: Warm Jade Dragon Hairpin Gift

Li Fuyi's chest heaved violently, anger surging with disappointment, regret, and self-blame.

The voice was almost squeezed out from between teeth: "You didn't mean it? How dare you say such a thing!"

Despair permeated every word, like a sharp knife cutting the relationship between the two:

"You plunged the sword into my sister's body with your own hands, and now you tell me you didn't mean to do it? What do you think I am? A fool you can toy with at will?"

"Are you so sure that whatever you say I will accept as the truth?! Without knowing right from wrong!"

Mo Zheng's heart was torn asunder, and he was too powerless to continue trying to explain, "That day at Jiuhe Mountain, I... I also regret it. I regret why I didn't look more carefully. I..."

Li Fuyi's lips trembled. She wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Regret..." Li Fuyi finally spoke, her voice hoarse and trembling.

"Can your regret bring back my sister's life? Can it erase everything you have done?" His despair reached its peak, and he sneered instead.

"...Yes, everything you do is innocent and forced!"

"How could you be wrong?"

He shook Mo Zheng emotionally, and a voice from the bottom of his throat uttered with despair like a cuckoo crying blood: "It's my fault!"

"It's me!"

"If it weren't for me, my sister wouldn't have died... and my family wouldn't have been destroyed..."

Suddenly, he loosened his grip on Mo Zheng's shoulders, pushed him hard, and staggered away.

Mo Zheng's back hit the armrest of the couch so hard that he could hardly stand up due to the pain.

But he quickly looked up at Li Fuyi, who was in a daze, with her back turned to him, trembling and muttering to herself.

Although the pain in his back was like fire, Mo Zheng's heartache was even worse, and his voice was choked with sobs, "I know... I can't make up for it... but please believe me, I never thought of hurting you, let alone hurting Jin'er."

"Everything I did...I...I didn't want this either."

Li Fuyi paused, but he did not turn around. With his back to Mo Zheng, the Taiwei Sword in his hand suddenly flashed and made a buzzing sound, as if responding to the owner's emotions.

"Helpless? Mo Zheng, what you call helplessness is taking my sister's life and destroying my family."

"Your helplessness is to let me live under your deception and act like a fool?"

"Every day I live in this world, I am reminded of the mistakes I made..."

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, his silver-gray eyes shooting out a sharp gaze like a knife, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Mo Zheng, the sword energy filling the blade with an overwhelming murderous intent that was almost uncontrollable.

"Don't tell me to repent or admit your mistakes anymore."

The cold and hard voice was exactly like his current state of mind, "These tricks... don't work!"

"There's no need for you to be hypocritical and show mercy to the debt between you and me."

"If it happens again, I can't guarantee that I can control Taiwei and prevent it from piercing your heart."

Suddenly, he grinned and sneered, "By then, I... don't know what will happen to the Purple Star Sword Sect that you cherish so deeply."

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked the door open and strode away without looking back.

Mo Zheng's hands then softened, and the man collapsed on the couch, gasping for breath to relieve the pain in his back.

[Fanfan, are you okay?] Tongzi was finally able to speak. He watched Mo Zheng bury his face there for a long time, unable to move, trembling with pain, and was extremely worried.

(Tongzi...are we going home soon?) Mo Zheng couldn't help but wet the quilt with tears, buried his head and rubbed his back.

[Yeah, it’s almost there.]

In fact, Tongzi didn’t know whether this small world could be considered a mission.

But this does not prevent it from comforting its poor host. Anyway, it has made up its mind to fight, so why bother about other things!

(Well, that’s good. It’ll be soon, that’s good.) These days of mutual torture made Mo Zheng even more tormented.

Sometimes I dream that I was killed by Li Fuyi. Although I feel scared and terrified, I am always relieved and reluctant to let go.

After waking up, I thought back and realized that maybe things in my previous life were much better than now.

At least……

He can walk with ease.

(When I get back, I'm going to eat hot pot, fried chicken, pizza...) He listed all the food, trying to divert his attention to it.

But as he talked, he lost interest. Finally, he simply pulled the quilt, wrapped himself tightly, closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

(Good night, Tongzi.)

[Well, sleep well, I'll keep you company.]

(Um……)

When he woke up early the next morning, Mo Zheng hurried down to the main peak. The moment he saw Li Fuyi, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

so far so good……

On such an important day as the apprenticeship ceremony, if Li Fuyi didn't show up out of spite because of yesterday's argument, there would be trouble.

It's good that he can come...

But then, he saw Li Fuyi talking with Jiuhua, who was wearing a brand new school uniform.

The brows and eyes that were icy cold last night relaxed, and smiles kept appearing on his face, making Mo Zheng feel as if his heart was being pierced repeatedly by countless fine needles.

It was full of holes, bleeding, and the pain was unbearable and unbearable.

In a daze, it was already the afternoon's ceremony for the inner disciples to become apprentices.

Watching Li Fuyi tie a hairband on Jiuhua and bring her to him, just like she did back then.

Mo Zheng suddenly missed the young Li Fuyi.

I was distracted for a moment and didn't pay attention to Jiuhua's words.

"Um...good boy, this is a gift for you." He casually grabbed something from the fat koi and stuffed it into Jiuhua's hand.

Jiuhua’s eyes suddenly widened. How could he accept this thing?

He looked up and asked his master Li Fuyi. Li Fuyi's eyes were a little cold, but he nodded, "It's okay, it's a gift from your master, just keep it."

Only then did Mo Zheng realize that what Jiuhua was holding in his hand was a unique dragon-shaped jade hairpin. The style was very unique and rare, and the material was even more rare, gold-thread warm jade.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, as this was something he and Li Fuyi had accomplished together.

He picked up the jade, drew the shape of it, but it took Li Fuyi two whole months to slowly figure out how to carve it.

Normally he is reluctant to use it for fear of bumping it.

But he never thought that he could just grab it and take it out casually. He moved his fingers as if he wanted to get something in exchange.

But in front of everyone, it's not a good idea to do this after I've already given my hand...

Jiuhua received such a valuable treasure and quickly expressed his gratitude, "Jiuhua thanks Master for the gift. I will definitely keep it well."

Mo Zheng found that the child was likable, and even more lively and cheerful than Li Fuyi when she was young.

He waved to him to come over, and Jiuhua came over obediently.

"Come, let Master put it on for you." As he said this, he took off the silver hairpin on Jiuhua's head and replaced it with a jade hairpin.

"This was carved by your master himself. Wearing this jade hairpin will be beneficial to you. Don't hide it, just wear it."

Jiuhua touched his hair crown and jade hairpin, grinning, "Yes, Jiuhua will listen to Master!"