385: Chapter 395 Even if it's fake, it'll do! No! You are my wife!

Inside the cave, Bai Qiuqiu's eyes were vacant.

The roasted beast leg meat, golden and emitting a rich aroma, lay quietly on the dusty ground.

The Clan Chief's words about the deity sacrifice in half a year were like an invisible blade, cruelly severing all the beautiful fantasies Bai Qiuqiu had held during this time.

Bai Qiuqiu stood there blankly, her body as stiff as a cold statue.

A long time later.

She slowly squatted down, reached out with trembling little hands, and picked up the roast meat covered in dirt.

She didn't brush off the dust, but instead brought it to her lips and took a gentle bite.

"Mmph..."

The rough dirt mixed with grease rubbed against her throat, but Bai Qiuqiu ignored it, as if doing so could make her feel a little better inside.

But as she chewed, large tears fell onto the back of her hand like broken beads.

She did not wail as she usually did, but bit her lip tightly, desperately suppressing her sobs.

Su Xuan sat by the campfire, watching her quietly.

His hands, accustomed to gripping a long spear, clenched slightly and unconsciously at this moment.

For the first time, Su Xuan felt powerless; he cast his gaze toward the sharpened stalactites in the cave.

If he just slammed into them, perhaps it could be resolved...

"Little Mute..."

Bai Qiuqiu raised her head, her eyes that were once clear and lively now filled with heartbreaking desolation.

She wiped her face messily with her sleeve, her voice hoarse and heartbreaking: "Actually, I knew this day would come sooner or later."

"The will of the Primordial God Mountain is heaven in the Monster Realm. I am an orphan, with no parents to protect me. The clan raised me, so I am the Yao most suitable to be pushed out."

"I don't blame the Clan Chief. If I don't go, Fatty Tiger's younger sister, or the sisters of others, will be taken away. They all have families, and there will be people who will grieve for them. But me... I am all alone."

Bai Qiuqiu hugged her knees, curled into a small ball, like a leaf about to wither in a gale.

"But... Little Mute, I am so unwilling to accept this."

She looked at Su Xuan, her tears breaking the dam again, her voice carrying a sense of desperation and extravagant hope from being at the end of her rope.

"In my life, I have never walked out of this forest. I don't know how wide the ocean outside is, nor do I know how lively the markets you draw are."

"I don't even... I don't even know what it feels like to be truly cherished by someone."

Bai Qiuqiu took a deep breath, as if using all her strength to barely stop her trembling body.

She stood up from the ground and walked step by step, slowly, to in front of Su Xuan.

In this countdown of the last half year of her life, this little fox Yao, who had always been submissive, finally decided to live wildly for herself once.

"Little Mute..."

Bai Qiuqiu knelt before Su Xuan, her hands tightly grasping Su Xuan's rough, large hands.

She looked up, her tear-stained pretty face revealing a humble expectation:

"Can you... marry me?"

Fearing Su Xuan would refuse, she hurriedly added in a panic, her tone humble to the point of being in the dust:

"I don't need any ceremony, and I don't need anyone else to know... even if... even if it's just fake, it's fine!"

"I just want... before I die, to be someone's bride once. Let me know that in this world, at least in these last six months, I, Bai Qiuqiu... belong to someone."

"I am not all alone..."

"Is that okay?"

Hearing the girl's humble words, which were almost a plea, Su Xuan's heart was violently clenched, and an unprecedented, violent murderous intent erupted within his chest.

To hell with the Primordial God Mountain!

To hell with the deity sacrifice!

Now, let alone a mere Azure Dragon, even if it were the Heavenly Dao above the Nine Heavens, Su Xuan would crush it right now!

Su Xuan did not speak.

His deep, cold eyes stared intently at Bai Qiuqiu.

Subsequently, he turned his hand to grasp Bai Qiuqiu's trembling little hands and gently pulled her up from the ground.

Su Xuan turned and walked toward the simple stone table in the corner of the cave.

There lay a paintbrush he had previously used for drawing, which he had crudely fashioned from an ordinary wooden stick and long fur from a beast hide.

Although this brush was extremely crude, in Bai Qiuqiu's eyes, it could paint the most beautiful mountains and rivers in the world.

Su Xuan picked up the brush and walked to Bai Qiuqiu.

He made no grand promises, nor did he speak sweet words.

He just somewhat stiffly stuffed the brush into Bai Qiuqiu's palm and then made her fingers grip it tightly.

This was Su Xuan's meaning.

Looking at the brush in her hand, Bai Qiuqiu was stunned.

Immediately after, Su Xuan turned around.

He didn't even dip it in paint.

He directly pressed his fingers together into a sword shape, forcibly using the Immortal energy he had managed to condense with great difficulty, using his fingers as a spear, and carved fiercely into the flat stone wall in the center of the Immortal Cave!

"Chih! Chih! Chih!"

Stone chips flew everywhere.

Every stroke, every line, penetrated the stone wall, deep and powerful, carrying a sense of unyielding and absolute dominance belonging to the True Word Dao Body!

Soon, a line of deep handwriting was clearly branded onto the stone wall.

Bai Qiuqiu stared blankly at the line of words on the stone wall, her vision instantly blurred by tears.

On the stone wall, it was clearly carved:

[You are my, Su Xuan's, wife. There is no fake.]

Looking at these words, Bai Qiuqiu could no longer suppress her inner emotions.

She threw away the brush, lunged into Su Xuan's embrace, hugged his firm waist tightly, and burst into tears.

This time, it was not a cry of despair, but a release of having found a safe haven.

Su Xuan stood where he was, letting the girl's tears soak his chest.

He slowly extended his arms and hugged the trembling girl in his embrace tightly.

Deep within his eyes, a trace of scarlet murderous intent was condensing at a terrifying speed.

"Half a year..."

Su Xuan murmured silently in his heart.

In half a year, he would try every possible method to restore his cultivation!

During this half year, he would accompany her and be her husband in name and in reality.

Just at the moment when this pure murderous intent in his heart, capable of overturning the heavens and earth for one person, climbed to its peak.

"Crack—"

Within Su Xuan's parched and fractured body, a very faint, yet Soul-shattering strange sound suddenly came!

That was the sound of silent death being broken.

The companion Emperor Weapon, [prison-suppressing ming king armor], which had fallen into a deep slumber to protect its master, truly felt this murderous intent of its master that transcended everything.

In the endless dark Qi Sea, a broken ancient Ming King Dharma image slowly raised its head.

Two beams of scarlet, blood-like fierce light suddenly opened in the dead silence of the darkness!

A destructive tremor, capable of sweeping across all laws, began to... quietly awaken in Su Xuan's cold blood!