Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Chapter 295 You Will Survive

Mo Shaoyu's words made everyone silent. As he said, if they had not met Liu Yunzi, these young people who knew nothing about entering the Wuji Abyss might have ended up like their predecessors who had entered the abyss before, entering with their lives but not coming out with their lives.

"It is only now that I understand that what the Sanyuan Sect needs most before obtaining an opportunity is safe information."

As Mo Shaoyu spoke, his eyes were cast towards the teleportation arrays that belonged exclusively to Jiuxiao Xian Pavilion. "I will do better, so that what happened in the valley today will not happen. I am not the first, but I hope I will be the last."

"No! I don't agree~!" Mo Shaoyang immediately stepped out of the teleportation array, "Even if someone wants to stay, it's me."

Mo Shaoyang was about to pull him, but Mo Shaoyu took a step back, raised the black scale in his hand, and said confidently and firmly: "But the person who caught this scale is me."

That was a choice made in the dark.

"Shao Yang, I have never argued with you about anything. As your elder brother, I always tell you to accept your fate and hide your edge. Over the years, I have lived a very cowardly life, so cowardly that I thought as long as the two of us can survive, anything is fine. But I know that a person's life should not be just like this, so today, let me fight for it once."

"Fight with you, fight with the heavens, fight with fate."

Mo Shaoyu spoke every word, and had never been so determined in his decision. Even Meng Ziyuan knew that no one could take him away.

Mo Shaoyang's eyes were filled with tears, and he cried and shook his head, "Brother, please think about me, how can I leave you behind?"

"Shao Yang, you can do it, because I will survive, just like my uncle-master."

Mo Shaoyang shook his head in pain. This was too cruel for him. They had depended on each other for twenty years, but had been separated for thousands of years.

He couldn't stop it, and he couldn't do it.

"You will survive."

Just when everyone was stuck in a helpless tangle, Jiang Tingwan spoke.

"I believe you can survive. This is not encouragement, but affirmation."

To this day, every person she wrote about has lived a new life, and as the author, she is very pleased.

If this is Mo Shaoyu's choice from the bottom of his heart, she will support him.

Jiang Tingwan spoke and made a decision for everyone. A smile appeared on Mo Shaoyu's face.

Mo Shaoyang's tears couldn't stop flowing, but his expression showed assent.

Seeing this, Mo Shaoyu went over and hugged him, whispering in his ear: "You know, your brother has been the best at surviving over the years."

Hearing this, Mo Shaoyang's tears flowed even more violently, so Mo Shaoyu touched his head like he did when they were children and hugged him tightly.

When they parted, Meng Ziyuan also came up, his eyes slightly red, "I'm sorry."

Mo Shaoyu smiled and patted his shoulder, "If we talk about age, you are also a younger brother."

After he finished speaking, Mo Shaoyu saluted towards Jiang Tingwan, nodded solemnly to the others, backed away, stepped onto the flying sword the moment he turned around, and disappeared in front of everyone.

The faster you leave, the faster your tears will disappear.

"Brother..." Mo Shaoyang took two steps in the direction where the sword light disappeared, shouting loudly.

"Mo Shaoyu, you must stay alive." Meng Ziyuan also shouted loudly in that direction.

"As long as you are strong enough, you can change the rules, and the next time we meet will come soon."

Jiang Tingwan spoke again, Mo Shaoyang and Meng Ziyuan turned around and understood instantly.

As long as Sanyuan Sect becomes like one of the three major sects, it can do anything.

This gives them a more precise goal for every step they take thereafter.

Seeing that they understood what he said, Jiang Tingwan smiled gently at them and said, "Now, we should go."

Ye Xingyan, Song Qingchen and others who witnessed this scene also showed a subtle and puzzled expression on their faces. They all understood what it meant to be the one left behind. Both the person who made the decision and the one who was left behind were in pain.

But in the decision they just saw, pain was the smallest part, and they actually regarded this insignificant sacrifice as hope?

The three major sects can have such an advantage in Wujiyuan at the cost of the sacrifices of hundreds of predecessors. The power of just Liu Yunzi and Mo Shaoyu is too weak.

But they were all shocked by this behavior of a gnat trying to shake a tree. It seemed that only at this moment they understood the meaning behind this cruel decision.

"Everyone, please enter the formation."

When he spoke again, Ye Xingyan's tone had become much softer.

Meng Ziyuan patted Mo Shaoyang, and the two of them walked into the transmission array together.

An orange-gold light flashed, and Jiang Tingwan and others shuttled through the transmission array step by step, and finally returned to the blue and white passage.

The exit of Wujiyuan was guarded by disciples from the three major sects. In addition to those from Sanyuan Sect, there were also disciples from other immortal sects who were preparing to leave.

Their bodies were all covered with scars, but they were lucky to be able to walk out alive.

Under the guidance of the academy disciples, Jiang Tingwan and others jumped into the passage. With rapid breathing and pounding heartbeats, they finally landed on the trial platform that had been completely repaired.

When he saw them coming out, Cang Shuzi walked over immediately. When he didn't see Mo Shaoyu, his eyes suddenly darkened.

But he still asked, "Where are Shaoyu and Liuyunzi?"

During the past two days outside, he had heard news about Liu Yunzi, but due to his own rules, he did not go into the abyss to look for him personally.

Only Jiang Tingwan could answer this question. "In order to save us, Junior Master attracted the thunderbolt alone. As for Shao Yu, he made the same choice as Junior Master did back then."

Upon hearing the news, Cang Shuzi clenched his hands into fists. After feeling sad, he angrily said, "Nonsense!"

He looked towards the entrance of Wujiyuan and immediately took a few steps forward. For the first time, he had the idea of ​​breaking the rules, both because of the living Mo Shaoyu and the dead Liu Yunzi.

Jiang Tingwan did not stop him, but said in a calm voice, "Brother, you know that people who make this decision themselves cannot be stopped."

Cang Shuzi stopped, looked at the blue and white entrance with complicated expression, and asked himself a question in his heart.

Why didn't he go in and take a look like those people?

"Brother, everyone has their own choices. At least Junior Uncle's decision saved all of our lives."

Jiang Tingwan turned around and looked at Cang Shuzi's standing back. This was the only comfort she could express.

"Wujiyuan will be closed for another four hours. Wenhe Academy has prepared healing medicine for you, which can help you recover." Su Ming said to the people who came out while standing on the steps.

Cang Shuzi came back to his senses and looked at Mu Yunzhong, and saw the bloodstains on his body at a glance.

But before they could say anything, a disciple from the academy gave them instructions and said, "Please come this way."

When Mu Qingge, Meng Ziyuan and others saw Cang Shuzi nodded, they followed the man in one direction.

When Mu Yun was about to leave, he was stopped by another disciple in green clothes, "Brother, please follow me."

Hearing this, Mu Qingge and the other two who had left earlier turned back at the same time, as if they had guessed something.

The blue-clothed disciple was about to take over Jiang Tingwan's shift to support Mu Yunzhong, but was stopped by Jiang Tingwan, "I am his master. If you want to leave, you should take me with you."

Hearing this, the blue-clothed disciple who was leading the way looked at Elder Su Ming on the stage in confusion. Only when he saw him nod did he dare to make the gesture of invitation again and lead the way.

Jiang Tingwan supported Mu Yunzhong and followed.

Mu Qingge and the other two who had stopped could only look to Cang Shuzi for help, but seeing his expression that showed he had known it for a long time, they couldn't help but shout out.

"Master?"

"Uncle?"

Cang Shuzi did not respond, but just looked meaningfully at the backs of the two people leaving.