Chapter 511: Chapter 505: What a Fat Rabbit
Baili An also tried to vigorously shake his palm, but the palms of the two of them were stuck together tightly, as if they had been welded shut, clearly not due to an external force.
Among the three of them, it was Su Jing with both hands occupied who remained the most composed.
She scrutinized Yin Baishuang for a while, her dark brows slightly raised, her voice as indifferent as ever, “Do you wish to chop off my hand?”
Yin Baishuang snorted coldly, “No shit, or should I chop off my own hand?” Her temper was extrely foul.
Su Jing could not deny it and, surprisingly submissively and calmly, lifted her left arm and pushed it towards her, leisurely saying, “Chop, then?”
Yin Baishuang, ready to bring down her sword ferociously, was caught off guard by her decisive and straightforward manner and hesitated to strike.
Su Jing’s deanor was so calm and collected that it seed nonchalant, her tone so light as if she were joking.
But Yin Baishuang knew all too well that Su Jing never joked.
“What devilish sche are you brewing?” Han Zhi Sword was gripped tighter and tighter in her hand.
Yin Baishuang couldn’t figure out what Su Jing was up to and so, with a glum face, she looked up to gauge Su Jing’s expression.
But as soon as she raised her head, her attention was completely captured by the bunny ears fluttering in the wind on top of Su Jing’s head.
Yin Baishuang’s mouth twitched, regaining her senses from the initial shock, and the Han Zhi Sword she held in a standoff suddenly released a stream of cold Sword Qi, with the sword point directly aid at Su Jing’s snowy white neck.
She stood up abruptly, her voice sharp with caution, “What devilry is this!”
No wonder this detestable woman was offering her hand so generously today.
It turned out that the rabbit spirit had possessed her within the Bronze Gate, falling into a trap!
What kind of cunning rabbit could mimic Su Jing’s every action to perfection?
If it weren’t for a shallow cultivation revealing the ears—a flaw she caught—she would have been utterly deceived by the disguise.
Su Jing, who had been calm, suddenly had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, the fine fluffy fur on her ears bristling with irritation.
Baili An: “…”
Yin Baishuang narrowed her beautiful eyes, looking down at her with a cold, mocking smile, “What a bold rabbit, but she is not yours to touch. Reveal yourself and accept your death promptly.”
Su Jing’s eyes were detached and cold, looking at her, “Not only are you brainless, are you also blind?”
Her voice was icy and formidable, commanding authority without anger.
Regrettably, Su Jing was looking up at that mont with her eyelashes catching the moonlight, the ribbon that tied her hair having been lost sowhere in the battle.
The wind-dried strands were disheveled, the soft drooping texture diminishing her innate aloofness, adding a touch of girlishness.
Within the disorderly strands that stuck out in all directions, those soft white adorable little ears trembled in anger…
Truly… a sight devoid of any intimidating presence.
Yin Baishuang was unfazed by her imposing aura and now less so by this timid rabbit spirit.
She burst into laughter and casually stuck the Han Zhi Sword into the ground.
The freed hand unceremoniously reached out to grab Su Jing’s little ears, her face bearing a sneer, “I’m the brainless one? Such an arrogant tone from you, little dead rabbit, are you taking for a fool? With Su Jing’s haughty nature, how could she allow herself to be seen in such a ludicrous state?”
Baili An was petrified watching the spectacle. He knew that even a re glance at those ears on any other day would have Su Jing looking as though she wished to gouge out his eyes.
The young lady was quite tyrannical, handling and kneading the ears as she pleased.
Now, the rabbit spirit must have been fuming.
Indeed, Su Jing’s delicate brows furrowed in anger, her cold eyes brimming with killing intent, and her gaze as if ready to devour soone, “Let go.”
Damn it, both hands were occupied, and she couldn’t even raise one to push away.
Yin Baishuang was more invigorated, deftly tying and untying the bunny ears into knots, then doing it again, such provoking behavior was simply infuriating.
Baili An felt chills run down his spine.
“I was wondering, with Su Jing’s temperant, why would she offer a hand for to chop? Turns out it was all to get rid of sooner. What, afraid of staying by my side too long, your true form would be discovered? Or perhaps…”
Yin Baishuang’s gaze slanted, looking at Baili An next to her, her eyes narrowing with a cold, joking sneer, “Do you want to take advantage of no one being around to devour this little corpse demon? Bad rabbit, aren’t you afraid of breaking your teeth?”
One mont, Su Jing was glaring furiously, and the next she suddenly lowered her eyelashes, silent and cold.
Baili An hurriedly tried to explain, “Miss Yin has misunderstood. This state of Miss Jing is truly unavoidable, a side effect of consuming the Divine Tree’s sap, not possession by a rabbit spirit.”
“Divine Tree’s sap…” Yin Baishuang frowned slightly, then slowly released Su Jing’s ears, closely inspecting her, and with a cool smile, “Is it really you, Su Jing?”
Su Jing’s gaze was undisturbed as she looked up at her, “I wouldn’t have thought, this is what you’d be dwelling on.”
Yin Baishuang’s eyebrows furrowed deeper, suddenly silent.
Su Jing continued indifferently, “How much longer do you intend to monopolize the Mo Yang Sword?”
This was, of course, directed at Baili An.
Baili An paused, then rembered the intense emotional reaction from Yin Baishuang when he had borrowed the sword at sea, which was truly terrifying.
However, for so reason, once touched by the wind of the Mortal World, she eerily beca incredibly calm again, as if evading sothing purposefully.
He had the cherished sword on him for quite so ti and hadn’t heard her ask for it back.
Baili An hastily returned this hot potato of a sword to her.
Yin Baishuang received the Mo Yang Sword, the solar pattern on the sword gradually lost its spirituality, and cracking freezing sounds erged from within. Blood-red ice spread from the juncture of sword body and sheath, sealing the Sword Qi in ice.
The sword, visible to the naked eye, slowly died and fell into eternal slumber.
She was silent for a while, then a Xiao Se-like curve slowly ford on her lips. She found herself uncontrollably caressing the pattern on the sheath, speaking softly, “Tell , is this considered a betrayal?”
No one knew to whom she was posing the question.
Thus, neither Su Jing nor Baili An spoke.
But the blood ice on Mo Yang Sword grew thicker and began to spread across the entire sword body.
Yin Baishuang’s expression was icy as she waved her hand dismissively and tossed her treasured Mo Yang Sword into the lake, where it gradually sank and faded away.
She gazed out at the lake illuminated by the night, her eyes casting a cold and indifferent shadow, “From this day forth, only Han Zhi exists in this world, Mo Yang is no more.”
Baili An’s expression changed subtly. He hadn’t expected that borrowing a sword would cause such a rare and fine sword to be coldly abandoned by its own master, and he hastily said, “Miss Yin, you…”
“Enough,” Yin Baishuang’s voice was cool and serene, her eyes as bottomless as an ancient, dry well. She scoffed, “When pulled from its sheath at the wrong ti by the wrong person, I no longer need the Mo Yang Sword.”
Then, Su Jing suddenly spoke, “Why do you believe it was the wrong person?”
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