Before knowing Burning Sky, He Yuting always believed that human nature was neither evil nor good at the beginning. Good and evil are acquired patterns of behavior. It is a wrong choice made at a critical time for everyone to do evil things that must be studied from a good source. As long as people have a heart, they can definitely abandon evil and turn to good, atone for their sins, and start anew. But the inability to fight back in the Temple of Victory suddenly reminded her that there was an innate evil in this world that could neither be eradicated nor improved. You leave it alone, it's just a black mass of ink. It's scary! You dilute it, and it's still black. It's still scary. Everything of all other colors is destroyed by it as soon as it comes close. It's not that you're infected, it's that it pounces and directly obliterates your existence.

The system sucked He Yuting into the teleportation tunnel and forcibly sent her out of the Autumn Sacrifice Room. Because Huang Qiu's final blow had successfully inflicted serious injuries on her, all the wounds caused by the previous Burning Sky had healed quickly during the teleportation process. Still, there were some starlight spots that broke free from the shackles of her shell, attracted by the irresistible suction, and reversed backwards. Before the entrance to the Connecting Road was completely closed, He Yuting's gaze tried to follow these spots of light that had abandoned her back to the Autumn Sacrifice Room. She saw the demon's back, the blood-dripping scimitar calling for specks of light flying all over the room. Once the light spot touches the blade of the knife, it penetrates into it little by little, becoming one with the knife. The silver blade sucked up the light spots, and it looked even more dazzling. And Huang Qiu...... Like a pool of water reflecting the sun, she slumped silently at the demon's feet.

Damn it! For the first time, He Yuting was disgusted by her crappy strength. It was so familiar, as if she had a similar idea many years ago. The black fog in her heart was about to stir and wanted to raise her head, and she had to work hard to recall the warm smile of Erlang Zhenjun before she could barely press that black emotion back into the frozen ground in her heart. When the last bit of light that broke away from her flew away, she was horrified to find herself like a piece of paper that had been strafed by a machine gun, thin and shattering at the touch of a button. Her soul power was greatly damaged, and her consciousness began to blur as well. "Carter......" He Yuting instinctively asked for help. She fell out of the void to Carter's screams and landed in the garden. A large patch of delicate flowers and young grass was crushed into mud by her, and lay under her. He Yuting tried to stand up, but found that her hand, which was half-pressed into the flower mud, had turned into two translucent pipes.

Die? The thought rushed into her head.

Carter also rolls out of the void. She shouted Little Wuqiao's name as she tried to help her up. However, she pounced, I don't know if it was He Yuting's transparent relationship, or her own non-physical relationship, her hand passed directly through He Yuting's body. In short, two people can see each other's figures, but there is no way to make contact. Carter was terrified. "Eat flowers, eat flowers! Half of these flowers are entities made of scattered spirits. Eating them can more or less replenish some of the soul power that has been taken away! ”

It turns out that my soul power ...... Or was it taken away?

He Yuting tried her best to get in front of a blooming peony. She took a "uh-woo" bite, but her mouth was full of air. The flower looks beautiful, but it has no fragrance and no substance, just a crudely generated electronic data. He Yuting collapsed exhausted, passed through the peony plant without any hindrance, and cut her head in the mud. At the critical moment, she smirked instead. This is the heavens that are going to kill me. Why bother, she thought? Poor Erlang Zhenjun...... As soon as she thought of Erlang Zhenjun, He Yuting seemed to see him who was still fighting with people in the temple and suddenly turned around, his sharp and anxious gaze piercing the void and entangled with her gaze. So real, as if he was really right in front of him.

He Yuting gradually couldn't hear Carter's voice calling for help, even the sound of the wind, and the sound of shaking leaves, all of which gradually faded. She opened her eyes wide as she watched the small clumps of leaves in front of her shake silently. So I couldn't help but think of the days when I left Ogihua Palace for the first time. She remembered the golden appearance of Erlang Zhenjun stepping into the Sky Weeping Forest; and the first time he stepped into the small courtyard where she lived, he turned around and refused her indifferently, wanting to distance himself from her. The most vivid moment of my life is that outside the weeping incense forest, by the flowing stream, he hid behind the cattails, and the thick leaves could not hide his ripe red cheeks—the irrepressible pounding of his heart, which was still crumbling in her chest.

There was a "squeak", and someone stepped on the dead branch and walked towards her. Then, she was violently flipped over, and rudely wiped the sludge from her face with her sleeve. He Yuting was dazzled to see the big red petaled peony flower being plucked. The next second, she felt a huge pain in her jaw. The pain made her sober up a bit. Someone pinched her jaw and forced her to open her mouth. The bowl of peony flowers was forced into her mouth.

"Eat!"

He Yuting obediently chewed twice. It's dry, bitter and astringent, but the mouth is full of aroma.

"Swallow!"

She tried two or three times and then gave up. Most of the peony flowers were blocked in her mouth, and she couldn't swallow them, and she couldn't spit them out. The man still forced her, stretched out his finger into her mouth and stirred it up. He Yuting almost vomited out the petals she had just swallowed. The finger slowly retracted.

Let me die! He Yuting didn't even have the strength to roll her eyes, she was vigorously picked up like a rag doll, and carried all the way into the dormitory. She thought she had become petite again, until a big man's voice burst out of her throat and she realized that she was still a tall Assasin. It's frustrating. She was carefully slumped flat on the bed.

"I'm cold." Immediately a quilt made of brocade was placed over her. But she was still cold, so cold that she shivered under the covers. A warm human body slid into the quilt and held her tightly in his arms.

The cardinal maids rushed in in a panic. The originally quiet courtyard began to become lively. "What are you doing stupidly? Go boil the water and fill two hot water bottles. ”

"Peony-sama, hot water bottle?"

Peony's chin rested powerfully against the top of He Yuting's head. "If you don't understand, ask the system! You! Go get a jug of warm wine! ”

A flock of delicate women flew out like birds.

After a while, the warm flask was brought first. He Yuting watched as the peony above her head took the pot of wine with one hand. She thought she was going to pinch her chin open and pour another drink. After waiting for a while, I only heard the sound of self-drinking above my head. What? He Yuting thought dissatisfiedly, there was still half a flower in her mouth that hadn't been filled into her stomach pouch - it was too dry for her to swallow. As a result, he did not call for tea, but called for a pot of wine and drank it happily by himself. Well, she doesn't want to drink that much either...... Before the thought could be finished, she was pinched and lifted up.

He Yuting: "? ”

Two warm, moist lips were on her lips. She moved slightly, and her resistance was smaller than that of a newborn cat. Peony easily trapped her hands and feet, and pried her lips open more easily. The wine slipped in with his tongue, stirring the bitter and fragrant petals in his mouth, sucking, licking—

Sweet glutinous rice wine spilled out of the corners of the mouth, slid down the neck down the jaw, and landed in the shoulder socket.

The hot kiss of the peony chased all the way, lingered in the shoulder socket for a long time, and left a brand.