Chapter 127 Nothing can be done
“Ayu——”
Song Hui noticed that something was obviously wrong with her, and his brows inevitably furrowed. Before he could say the words of inquiry, his daughter, who was still shaking just now, suddenly raised her head.
"I heard it." She said, with deep confusion and uncertainty in her eyes.
"I heard their cries for help." Her eyelashes trembled, and the slightly trembling voice fell on the ears of everyone in this silent land, "I also heard the voice of heaven."
"He wanted me to kill him."
It is self-evident who the "he" she refers to is.
Song Hui was unable to communicate with Tiandao, nor could he empathize with Jiang Yu's current situation. He just sighed slightly and whispered: "You shouldn't have come, you still--"
"Jingmo can't kill me." Jiang Yu interrupted him, repeating the reason he had persuaded Yuan Heng and Wei Xu to let her come here alone, "I have most of the treasures of the three realms in my hands. I can't help him, and he can't kill me."
She alone occupies nearly half of the resources of the Three Realms, including silk and satin refined from Beizhou Fuxue, gold hairpins made from Xingzhou Yueying Iron, and elixirs refined from various top-grade materials.
Although the things she owned did not allow her to suddenly have the power to compete with Jingmo, these things that were delivered to her through the hands of various people were enough to save her life.
The voices and dizziness in her mind subsided, and Jiang Yu stood up straight again, no longer needing Song Hui's support. She raised her head and smiled at Song Hui: "I can't always hide under the protection of others."
Hiding is not the answer. There is no need for Jingmo to give her time to grow. Hiding under the protection of everyone in the Three Realms will only result in Jingmo massacre without any scruples.
Putting herself to death and living later was her only choice.
When people have no way out and are forced into a desperate situation, they will always try their best to fight at the end.
Song Hui couldn't defeat her, and this was not a good opportunity for father and daughter to have a heart-to-heart talk.
No matter how many words of rejection he had, when he met Jiang Yu's firm eyes, he could only hold them in his throat. After the other party walked away, he looked at his back and muttered: "I'm sorry."
Jiang Yu had to go through this, ultimately, because they failed to kill Jing Mo in the first place. Jiang Yu's steps were very light, walking across the land soaked in blood, and the soles of her shoes were stained red with blood. She walked around the outside of the village and found nothing suspicious except for the people who had fallen.
The smell of blood surged up to her nose one after another. Perhaps it was because she no longer had to worry about what choices she would make. In such a scene, except for the sounds at the beginning, Tiandao did not forcefully instill anything in her. Emotions that can get out of control if you are not careful.
After walking around, Jiang Yu had a cold expression on his face.
There may be many people in this world who are guilty of unforgivable crimes, but Beijing and Mo are second, and no one can be first.
She thought that if she were the way of heaven, she would also try to get rid of him.
The evil cultivators had completely retreated, but there was only one wall at the entrance of the village where a few elders gathered together, and someone had carved words with a sword.
"Just ants."
Jiang Yu stood not far away, looking at several elders standing under the wall, and made an angry noise.
"It's Jingmo."
They said that only Jingmo could be so arrogant.
Jiang Yu looked at those four words intently, pursed his lips slightly, and retracted his gaze, suddenly falling on a blood-stained wooden tiger cub on the ground.
For some reason that Jiang Yu couldn't explain, she leaned down and picked up the little tiger that had been dyed red.
Almost as soon as she stood up straight, a series of unfamiliar images flashed through her mind.
(End of chapter)