She exhaled a long breath and slowly closed her eyes.
"Your Excellency is indeed powerful."
She seemed to be talking to herself or talking to someone.
When nothing is visible, a person's other senses become more sensitive.
The same is true for Ye Xiyue.
At this time, she could hear almost every little sound here.
Her pale lips, still stained with a little scarlet blood, were slightly curved, forming a strange and subtle arc.
Like laughing.
"If you want to kill me, it's the easiest thing to do, but you have never done it so many times. So I am very curious, what do you want from me?"
No one answered.
Only the subtle surging of air and the sound of black vines crawling across the floor and walls were clearly audible.
Ye Xiyue didn't expect the other party to answer her question.
When she didn't wait for the answer, she wasn't surprised or disappointed at all, but continued mumbling to herself.
"Let me think about it, what is there in me that is worthy of such a top powerhouse's effort? Tianwen Sword? No, it has already recognized its master. Unless I die, it will recognize a new master. If you want
If you want this, you have already started to do it, right?"
"Yuntian Divine Armor? It doesn't seem to be the case."
"That iron lock? That's even more impossible. Although Ming Shu is yours, his life and death are so cheap to you that you don't need to care about him, right?"
Ye Xiyue said, the corners of her lips raised slightly.
"So... is it because of the alien spirit root in my body?"
The entire corridor fell into dead silence.
After a long time, the voice sounded again.
It's like coming from an extremely far away place, across the barriers of space and time.
It seemed to be coming from every broken bone around.
That voice seemed to easily penetrate all obstacles, fall in her ears and mind, and be deeply engraved in it.
Even such simple words still carried a terrifying pressure that shook Ye Xiyue's mind.
The aura was so strong and domineering that it was almost difficult for people to resist, and they just wanted to surrender.
"You are much smarter than your mother."
There seemed to be a hint of unstinting appreciation in his words.
Ye Xiyue clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Her throat was extremely dry, and her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something.
For a moment, she opened her lips slightly and asked word by word: "So, you have imprisoned her in the Mountain of the Immortal for so many years, and the real target is me?"
Although it is a question, it has an extremely firm and descriptive tone!
The other party didn't answer.
As far as the eye can see, in the dark and cramped corridor, pale candlelight flickers.
Ye Xiyue seemed unaware, her voice was extremely calm, as if she was saying words that had nothing to do with her.
"So for twenty years, you had countless opportunities to kill me, but you never made the move."
"So from Tianlan to Xingyao and then to the Realm of the Gods, it's all the route you arranged."
"So I went to the Mountain of the Immortal, rescued my mother, and then looked into your eyes...that was your purpose, wasn't it?"
Ye Xiyue took a breath, her thick and long eyelashes cast two shadows on her eyelids.
Her voice was very soft.
"Including that dream, and this teleportation array - all of these are just ways for you to lure me here. Am I right in my guess?"
The voice finally came again, seemingly smiling and asking with interest:
