Chapter 93 What’s so good about it? Blood was still flowing from the wound on Jiang Wan's heart, and she was holding a long sword tightly in her hand. Next to the corpse, there were three other bodies, but Yuan Heng could only recognize one of them. Jiang Yu just stood there expressionlessly, staring down at the four lifeless bodies on the ground. Yuan Heng stood in front of her with a solemn expression, the Qingman sword held across his chest. He could not see Jiang Yu's expression behind him, but only looked vigilantly at the man who was wiping the sword on the stone table not far away. He was not unfamiliar with this man's face. Whether it was the widely circulated portrait or the unclear glimpse before entering Xuyun Mountain, it was enough to tell him who this man who exuded the word "danger" was. Jiang Yu squatted down, and the blood of an unknown person among the four people on the ground stained her skirt again. The dress, which was originally clean due to the change of illusion, was stained with blood again. Her hand touched Jiang Wan's blood-stained face. The illusion was so real that she could even feel the remaining warmth on his soft face. There were also Cangwu, Yunye and Wei Xu lying next to them. She had seen them in many different looks, either serious, or unrestrained, or furious. But now was the first time she saw them lying on the ground with pale faces and no sign of life. She lowered her head slightly and looked sad. Jing Mo on the opposite side wiped the blood off the sword casually, looked at Jiang Yu's appearance, and laughed happily. Yuan Heng immediately became nervous.
Jing Mo's eyes were not on him. The Sword of Disaster was placed on his legs. He didn't seem to mind at all that the blood stains on the sword that had not been wiped clean had stained his clothes, although it would not be noticeable even if they were stained on his black clothes. He supported his head with one hand, leaned lightly on the stone table, and asked her with a look of pity: "What's the good of being a savior?" "I lost my family, my friends, and myself." He smiled in a puzzled way, "Just for the so-called people of the world?" A trace of surprise flashed across Yuan Heng's tense face, but he still didn't dare to let his guard down and look at Jiang Yu who had witnessed his mother's death more than once. Until this moment, he still felt powerless about everything that happened. The first time, Jiang Yu was unwilling to go down the mountain, and Madam Jiang raised her sword to fight Jing Mo. When Jing Mo's sword pierced her heart, the illusion collapsed, and they stood outside the courtyard gate again. Madam Jiang once again raised her sword and asked Jiang Yu to go down the mountain. This time, Jiang Yu bypassed Madam Jiang and went straight to Jing Mo, but Jing Mo's target was no longer Jiang Yu, he was determined to kill Madam Jiang. The third time, Jiang Yu took off all his magical weapons and put them on her despite Mrs. Jiang's objection, but those magical weapons that could have protected her were ineffective on her mother. The fourth time, the fifth time, it seemed that no matter what Jiang Yu did, Mrs. Jiang would die in front of her. The sixth time, Jiang Yu walked straight past Mrs. Jiang and entered the yard. She stood beside the bodies of Wei Xu and the others and watched coldly as Jing Mo killed her mother again and threw the body roughly at her feet. Yuan Heng didn't know what Jiang Yu was thinking at the moment, but if he... He thought about the deaths of Mrs. Jiang several times. If it were him, he would definitely feel despair. And now, Jing Mo is still trying to use this incident to defeat Jiang Yu. Savior. He gritted his teeth. This was not the first time he had heard this word. His master's ambiguous attitude was enough to make him and Fang He confirm this matter. This title given to Jiang Yu is a mixture of glory and shackles. (End of this chapter)