Chapter 127 Nothing can be done "Ayu——" Song Hui noticed that she was obviously not in good condition, and his brows inevitably furrowed. Before he could ask any questions, his daughter, who was staggering just now, suddenly raised her head. "I heard it," she said, with deep confusion and helplessness in her eyes. "I heard their cries for help." Her eyelashes trembled, and her slightly trembling voice fell into the ears of everyone in this silent place, "I also heard the voice of the Heavenly Dao." "He wants me to kill him." It's obvious who the "he" she's talking about is. Song Hui was unable to communicate with the Heavenly Dao, nor could he empathize with Jiang Yu's current situation. He just sighed slightly and whispered: "You shouldn't have come, you still--" "Jing Mo can't kill me." Jiang Yu interrupted him and repeated the reason why he had persuaded Yuan Heng and Wei Xu to let her come here alone. "Most of the treasures of the Three Realms are in my hands. I can't do anything to him, and he can't kill me either." She alone occupied almost half of the resources of the Three Realms, including silk made from the unmelting snow of Northern Continent, gold hairpins made from the moon-filled iron of Star Continent, and elixirs made from various top-grade materials. Although the things she possessed would not suddenly give her the power to compete with Jing Mo, these things delivered to her by various people were enough to save her life.
The voices and dizziness in her head faded away, and Jiang Yu stood up again, no longer needing Song Hui's support. She looked up at Song Hui and smiled, "I can't always hide under the protection of others." Hiding is not a solution. Jing Mo has no need to leave time for her to grow. If she hides under the protection of the people of the Three Realms, she will only be slaughtered without scruples by Jing Mo. Her only choice is to survive in the face of death. When people have no way out and are forced into a desperate situation, they will always fight with all their might one last time. Song Hui couldn't persuade her, and this place and time was not a good opportunity for father and daughter to have a heart-to-heart talk. No matter how many words he wanted to refuse, when he met Jiang Yu's determined eyes, he could only hold them in his throat. After the other party walked away, he looked at his back and uttered: "I'm sorry." Jiang Yu had to go through all this because they had failed to kill Jing Mo. Jiang Yu walked lightly on the blood-soaked land, her soles stained red with blood. She walked around the village and found nothing suspicious except for the fallen people. The smell of blood rushed up to her nose. Perhaps it was because there was no need to worry about what choice she would make. In such a scenario, Tiandao did not force her to instill any emotions that would cause her to lose control if she was not careful, except for the voices at the beginning. After walking around, Jiang Yu had a cold face. There may be many people in this world who have committed unforgivable crimes, but Jing Mo is second, and no one can be first. She thought that if she were God, she would also find a way to get rid of him. The evil cultivators had all retreated, leaving only a place at the entrance of the village where several elders had gathered, and there was a wall with words carved on it with a sword. "Just ants." Jiang Yu stood not far away, looking at the elders standing under the wall, and spoke angrily. "It's Jing Mo." They said that the only one who could be so arrogant was Jing Mo. Jiang Yu looked at the four words steadily, pursed his lips slightly, and retracted his gaze, which suddenly fell on a blood-stained wooden tiger carving on the ground. For some reason that Jiang Yu herself couldn't explain, she leaned over and picked up the little tiger that had been dyed red. Almost the moment she stood up, a series of unfamiliar images flashed through her mind.
(End of this chapter)