518: Su Qingge turns into a yandere? Lin Xuan belongs only to me...

The night was as dark as ink, with only a crimson blood moon hanging high.

1500 kilometers away, a small island, filled with bloody slaughter, was shrouded in night, like a dormant dark beast.

In a dark, damp cave.

Crackling — (sound of a bonfire burning —)

The bonfire flickered, illuminating a huge tiger on the grill.

Even though it was dead, the tiger still exuded a chilling aura.

Its body was as large as a car, and its striped fur, illuminated by the firelight, shimmered with an eerie glow, as if the fierce aura it possessed in life still lingered.

Its thick limbs seemed forged from steel, and its claws were as sharp as knives, giving the illusion that a mere flick could split a boulder in half.

Its head was massive, and its gaping maw was slightly open, revealing sharp fangs, as if it could devour a person at any moment.

However, such a terrifying beast...

was now skinned and dismembered, becoming meat on someone's chopping block... Beside the makeshift bonfire, Su Qingge, draped in a bloody tiger skin, sat cross-legged, devouring the tiger meat in her hands.

Her eyes were blood-red, as if two clusters of blood flames were burning within them, and her entire being exuded a chilling killing intent and malevolence.

Her once gentle and beautiful face, illuminated by the blazing flames, now only showed madness and obsession.

The smile that occasionally appeared at the corner of her mouth was like the grimace of a demon, enough to make children stop crying.

If anyone familiar with Su Qingge were to see this scene, they would surely be dumbfounded.

They would be completely unable to reconcile the person before them with the ice beauty in their memories!

At this moment, Su Qingge's aura was that of a murderous, bloodthirsty, and cruel female demon... She was expressionless as she cut a large piece of tiger leg meat from the grill and began to tear and devour it.

To recover from her injuries as quickly as possible and maintain enough stamina for combat, she had to consume sufficient nutrients.

But having no cooking experience, she could only improvise, imitating the basic methods of survival in the wild, directly grilling the meat until cooked and eating it.

Although this did not affect the nutritional value of the tiger meat and could fill her stomach...

the taste... could only be described as indescribable!!!

Su Qingge swallowed it almost entirely with a frown.

Having tasted the cooking of a "master chef," eating these dry chunks of meat in her hand now felt as uncomfortable as eating dirt.

This made her miss the food Lin Xuan cooked immensely, and her mouth watered considerably.

Two and a half minutes later, Su Qingge, having finally finished half a tiger, casually tossed the thick leg bone onto the ground.

Then, she huddled in a corner, staring blankly at the flickering bonfire, her beautiful face alternately bright and dim in the dancing firelight.

"I really want to go home! Go back and eat the food Lin Xuan makes for me..."

Su Qingge tightly clutched the jade pendant on her chest; it was the token of love Lin Xuan had given her.

Whether it was an illusion or not, she seemed to see Lin Xuan's gentle and elegant smiling face in the dancing flames.

As she watched, she suddenly smiled.

Her smile was sometimes gentle, sometimes cold, sometimes maniacal, as if switching between various extremes.

Perhaps influenced by the Blood Demon Scripture, or perhaps a sequela of excessive killing...

Su Qingge could clearly feel the expansion of her bloodlust, and it had even gradually begun to affect her mind, almost causing her to lose control several times.

But whenever she saw the jade pendant on her chest, the tenderness in her heart and the uncontrollable emotions would surface.

She would recall her promise to Lin Xuan... She had to go back, she had to.

Across the sea, someone was still waiting for her to return home.

She could not become a demon who only knew how to kill; she had to go back to see Lin Xuan, she had promised him, and she could not break her word.

She could not let Lin Xuan worry, nor would she allow other women to steal him... All women who approached him must die... Die die die die die... Lin Xuan belongs only to her, even if I have to break Lin Xuan's hands and feet, I will... I will keep him by my side... He belongs to me, mine... I cannot lose him, I cannot... accept a world without him...

Intense possessiveness burned in her heart like a flame.

Su Qingge herself didn't realize that her current obsession with Lin Xuan had reached a somewhat pathological degree... If it were her old self, if she thought she might implicate Lin Xuan or bring him danger...

she would most likely choose to separate, even if her heart was reluctant, she would grit her teeth and bear it alone.

This was also why, during her vegetative state, she constantly worried that her enemies were too strong and feared implicating Lin Xuan, which led her to always think about breaking off their engagement.

But now... whether influenced by the evil cultivation technique, or by cruel slaughter, or by the fear in her heart, needing to treat Lin Xuan as her only salvation, etc... all these factors combined had greatly changed Su Qingge's personality and thoughts.

She now only wanted to "monopolize" Lin Xuan, this man, and kill all the "enemies" who hindered her—

For example, the "mistresses" who wanted to snatch Lin Xuan from her, the enemies who killed her relatives, her mysterious master, and the forces that tried to annex the Su Family over the years... Alas, this morning my grandmother fell somewhere and had more than a dozen stitches in her mouth; I heard she's on an IV at home.

Headache, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship is not good.

My grandmother and my mother have always been at odds for decades; during the half-month when it was her turn to eat at our house, they basically didn't talk to each other and went their separate ways.

Now my father can't leave work at the factory, so he asked my mother to visit my grandmother when she has time, but my mother argued and refused... She talked about some conflicts between them when she was a new mother, how my grandmother didn't take care of her, so now she refuses to go, what can be done?

I'm busy writing and don't have time; I might try to visit tomorrow or the day after.

Perhaps because I wasn't raised by my grandmother from a young age, and we met infrequently, I didn't have any emotional fluctuations when I heard about this; I felt nothing, no sadness or other emotions.

Am I being cold and unfilial?