Mistakenly Saving the Villain
Chapter 105: War to Subdue the Demons
Song Qingshi spent many years in this world.
The Underworld Ghost Fire in his body grew and increased along with his cultivation level. In order to better suppress the poisonous fire, he abandoned his original technique and rebuilt the Cold Jade Technique. He also healed Wuhuan’s wounds which he got from fighting everywhere.
Therefore, as Wuhuan challenged Nascent Soul cultivators everywhere, he managed, through great effort, to reach Core Formation.
There were many medicinal materials in Sword Master Mo Yuan’s world that would go extinct in the future. Wuhuan found that he liked to collect these. He would regularly look for rare medicinal materials and strange prescriptions to give to him. He put forth particularly interesting questions and every time he would poke at irresistibly interesting things, dragging him into the pit.
Song Qingshi felt like a stupid cat lured by a cat toy. Every time he tried to crawl out of the great pit of research to find Qu Yurong for his mission, he would be attracted by something more interesting in Wuhuan’s hands. He would fall right back into the pit again, falling so deep that he would be confused and disoriented. He would sink into the delight of researching and completely forget about the mission…
He spent his days very happily.
He witnessed Wuhuan’s growth, from an ordinary mortal to the immortal realm’s illustrious Sword Master Mo Yuan. With three feet of cold light in his hands, with eyes that tolerated no dust, he beheaded countless sinful cultivators…He forced the immortal realm’s righteous and prestigious sects to change their rules for him, forbidding the use of mortals who’ve built their foundation to be used as slaves or furnaces.
Wuhuan wanted more…
He had said to Song Qingshi more than once: “I hope that mortals can have the same opportunities as cultivators. But this world is so disgusting. There’s a stench everywhere. There’s just too much garbage to deal with. Qingshi, can you smell the stench of rot in the air?”
He didn’t know if it was because he’d been blind, but his sense of smell was much more sensitive than that of ordinary people. He frequently felt unwell. No matter what, he couldn’t adapt to these odors. Every time he went out for a long time, when he came back, he had to take in the clean scent of his Daoist companion. Only then could he feel more comfortable.
Song Qingshi shook his head. His senses were dull and he couldn’t smell anything.
Wuhuan liked to bring him gifts. Aside from medicinal materials and prescriptions, he also brought him lots of shiny things… Whenever he saw beautiful stones or gems, he would think of every possible way to get his hands on them. He would then bring them back and place them in his arms. In the end, Song Qingshi collected a large box full of gems and jewelry, things like Dragon Jade, Mermaid Pearls, Celestial jade…
After Sword Master Mo Yuan’s fame as a killer spread, Wuhuan’s beauty was also gradually revealed. He was frighteningly gorgeous, flourishing and without equal, with the grace of a dragon and the looks of a phoenix…As the swordsman most likely to cultivate the Sword Heart, countless praises were piled onto him and countless gazes of admiration were also focused on him.
Many cultivators who boasted of their own beauty, audaciously confessed to or propositioned him.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Zhuyu Tower’s master was most dissolute. He had seen countless beauties. He had inadvertently seen Sword Master Mo Yuan’s smile and the sight of it persisted in his mind for a lifetime. He said that all the beauties in the world had lost their color.
After Wuhuan learned of such an appraisal, he began to don on a half mask to block off curious and covetous eyes. Over time, everyone in the immortal realm knew that there was no room in Sword Master’s Mo Yuan’s eyes and heart save for the sword and his Daoist companion.
He would go to dangerous secret realms to gather herbs, use different means to present the treasures of heaven and earth as gifts, study all kinds of strange things, do all kinds of stupid things that powerful people disdained to do, all to make his Daoist companion smile. Song Qingshi, though, lived in seclusion. He wasn’t very good at dealing with outsiders, and knew very few people…
At first, everyone had thought that the person who could get Sword Master Mo Yuan to place him at the top of his heart must be some outstanding cultivator from a well-known family. Later, when they saw Song Qingshi, they found out…
Huh, he’s mute?
Song Qingshi looked quite good, but there were many beauties in the cultivation world. His beauty was nothing exceptional, and it was no match for Wuhuan’s peerless looks. His cultivation too was only at Core Formation. Every day, he was immersed in making medicine. He had a strange personality and a weak presence. Not only was there nothing special about him, but he also had a handicap. Why was it that Sword Master Mo Yuan was so enamored with him that Sword Master Mo Yuan not only rejected countless people who threw themselves at him but also willingly branded himself with the soulmark that would follow him from one life to the next?
Wuhuan was keenly aware of these malicious intentions and was extremely disgusted by them. Not only did he clean up a few of the bold and reckless, but he also explained many times that his Daoist companion had been with him since he was a nobody. They have accompanied each other to this day. Moreover, he owed him his life. Everyone was even more moved his affection for his Daoist companion and in their hearts, an even greater sense of unwillingness appeared. They felt that Song Qingshi was simply unworthy; he was only lucky. But Sword Master Mo Yuan was protective of his Daoist companion, and even if they were unconvinced, it was no use. They could only smile and give their blessings…
Song Qingshi wasn’t very good at communicating with people. His mind was filled only with research and his mission. He was completely unaware of these crooked and twisted petty schemes. Occasionally, he would meet beauties who would bypass Wuhuan and secretly talk with him. With gentle manners and kind tones, they would ask him how he had seduced Sword Master Mo Yuan. Could he teach them? They would also ask him if he was particularly skillful in bed and thus managed to make Sword Master Mo Yuan fall head over heels for him.
He thought that those who were willing to chat with a mute person must be good and honest people. He thought about it for a long time, and seriously answered the question using pen and paper:
Firstly, Mo Yuan said that everything about me is good. He particularly likes the way I look when I’m earnestly studying. You can attract his attention by reading more.
Secondly, I have carefully read and researched works on bed techniques. Mo Yuan praised me for having learned them well and I make him unable to stop himself.
Then, there was no more ‘then’..
He had no idea why all the beauties ran away, huffing with anger. They called him shameless and refused to talk to him again.
Song Qingshi suspected that he had answered something wrong and felt a little aggrieved.
The information gradually spread. Wuhuan was baffled when he discovered that a lot of people simply loved to read books in his presence. After he figured out the whole story, he found it both infuriating and laughable. He was even less willing to mince words when speaking to those wild bees and wanton butterflies. He went home and carefully asked Song Qingshi if his understanding of the materials on bedroom techniques needed to be ascertained through a practical examination.
Song Qingshi gave his exams his full attention. He used everything he had learned. They changed exam venues several times and underwent several rounds of examinations. Based on his own evaluation, he felt he should score at least a ninety.
The ten points deduction was from his inability to speak. Being unable to answer questions during the course of the exam was a bit of a pity.
……
Song Qingshi spent his days very happily and Wuhuan became more and more cheerful.
Finally, the war to subdue the demons came.
A blood moon suddenly appeared in the sky and the demonic energy began to grow restless, awakening the blood of all those of the demon clan, turning them into crazed demons. In the immortal realm, there were only a few pure-blooded cultivators. Most cultivators were of mixed blood. Many had in them the blood of yao cultivators, mortals and even demons…
Normally, a cultivator’s body contained little demon blood. It made them a bit callous and unfeeling but they wouldn’t turn into irrational demons like a half-demon would. It posed no great problem. Through countless years of marriages, countless generations of inheritance, no one could be certain whether of not they had demon blood.
However, after the night of the blood moon, these demon blood gradually exploded.
Some people would wake up in the middle of the night and find that their wives had become man-eating monsters. Or perhaps, between loving couples, their boyfriend would still be talking sweetly one moment, and then gouge out their girlfriend’s heart the next. The phenomenon of masters killing disciples and disciples killing their masters was even more common. Demons valued desires and relied on their instinct to act. Inside of them was a mixture of all kinds of things that violated human ethics. Madness was constantly born into existence. Everyone in the immortal realm found themselves in danger. They were all suspicious of the people around them. They didn’t dare to trust anyone.
Sword Master Mo Yuan’s identity as a mortal had gained everyone’s trust and high regard.
He killed many demons and became a hero in the war to subdue the demons.
Song Qingshi realized that a turning point in history had come. However, he couldn’t stop this plot from unfolding. Everyone was involved in this war.
Wuhuan wasn’t one to shrink in the face of adversity. He was a man who was a perfectionist, who had his own dreams and ambitions. He hoped to challenge strong enemies and go further in his Way of the Sword. He also hoped to gain a better position and to prove his ability to the world and to his Daoist companion.
Song Qingshi himself was also a man. He understood his way of thinking. Once he confirmed that Sword Master Mo Yuan’s participation in the war to subdue the demons was an unstoppable plot point, he participated in the logistics and medical work. He wanted to try and see if he, when Mo Yuan’s tragedy would occur, could save this desperate situation, to at least let the story in the formation have a better ending.
At this time, he found Qu Yurong.
Over the years, Qu Yurong had passed through the hands of all sorts of men. He had long become a doll of desire. He couldn’t think for himself. He had no sense of shame and honor. He had no resistance. He could be played with by anyone. During times of peace, he could have led a “blessed” life of being cared for like a canary in a cage. Now, there was chaos and darkness everywhere. Everyone was under great pressure, and the weak were the easiest target to vent their emotions on. He didn’t even understand why he was being treated like this and every day, he bathed his face in tears…
Qu Yurong’s condition was too serious. He was very dependent on s*x and his so-called “lovers”.
Song Qingshi took a lot of effort to get him to his side for psychological therapy. Qu Yurong thought he wanted him to serve him and this caused a lot incidences that he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry about.
Not long after, Qu Yurong accidentally discovered the truth behind the Qu family’s destruction from the various materials collected by Sword Master Mo Yuan. He learned that one of his lovers had been the enemy who caused the destruction of his family back then. He woke up from his stupidity. Taking advantage of when Sword Master Mo Yuan was out exterminating demons and Song Qingshi was busy refining medicine, he plucked up the courage, and secretly fled back. He led that man to the battlefield, pushed him into a crowd of demons, taking him to perish together.
It was too late by the time Song Qingshi found out. Although he had rushed over there to save him, it was simply too late.
Qu Yurong died. Before he died, he smiled and said, “Thank you. It doesn’t matter. My life had been meaningless.”
In Song Qingshi’s mind, words that said he had failed the mission and was to accept punishment appeared.
Black spots grew on his face. A problem occurred with the spiritual power in his body. The Underworld Fire began to go out of control, and black poisonous fire spread everywhere…
During such a sensitive period, his changes were seen as him turning into a demon.
Song Qingshi gesticulated, trying to tell everyone that his mind was clear and that he had no desire to kill. The markings on his face were just an illusion caused by a failed mission. He needed some time to adjust and control his spiritual power to be able to suppress the Underworld Fire once more. However, no one was willing to listen to the explanation of a mute with a poisonous body. With jealousy, disgust, and hatred, they rushed to slaughter this loath some demon before Sword Master Mo Yuan returned.
His only stroke of luck was… this was a formation made by Sword Master Mo Yuan’s memories. He was unwilling to hurt the person he liked, and before the final harm befell Song Qingshi, he pulled Song Qingshi out of the intense emotions. What happened next was that Song Qingshi floated in mid-air, feeling like he was watching an old movie, and the ending of the movie wasn’t good.
Sword Master Mo Yuan had killed many of the demons and protected many cities and towns. He returned triumphant showered with praise from everyone. He brought the most beautiful red gemstone in the world and wanted to give it to the one he loved. However, what he saw was his Daoist companion on the verge of death, shot down by countless weapons…
Everyone was explaining, trying to take the credit, telling him that they had killed this poisonous demon.
Wuhuan couldn’t hear anything, he rushed straight towards the young man covered in blood…
The young man saw him, and the flames scattered to either direction, giving him safe passage.
From beginning to end, the poisonous fire hadn’t harmed anyone.
Everyone shut their mouths. They realized that no demon could maintain such rationality. But the grave mistake had already been committed.
Wuhuan embraced the young man whose body was growing colder and colder. He exhausted all the methods to bring back his life that was passing away; all to no avail.
Tears fell drop by drop, hitting the young man’s face.
The young man could no longer raise his hand and use writing to comfort him. He was anxious and he desperately tried to express the feelings in his heart. He opened his mouth and spent all his energy. He finally broke through the psychological barrier and spoke the most important name in his life: “Wu-Wuhuan…”
He had learned to speak. He had a lot of words in his heart, so many things he wanted to tell the other, but it was too late.
The young man took his hand for the last time until he lost his warmth.
Heart-Eating Nightmare, never to awaken again…
Chapter 105: CH 105
Song Qingshi spent many years in this world.
The Underworld Ghost Fire in his body grew and increased along with his cultivation level. In order to better suppress the poisonous fire, he abandoned his original technique and rebuilt the Cold Jade Technique. He also healed Wuhuan’s wounds which he got from fighting everywhere.
Therefore, as Wuhuan challenged Nascent Soul cultivators everywhere, he managed, through great effort, to reach Core Formation.
There were many medicinal materials in Sword Master Mo Yuan’s world that would go extinct in the future. Wuhuan found that he liked to collect these. He would regularly look for rare medicinal materials and strange prescriptions to give to him. He put forth particularly interesting questions and every time he would poke at irresistibly interesting things, dragging him into the pit.
Song Qingshi felt like a stupid cat lured by a cat toy. Every time he tried to crawl out of the great pit of research to find Qu Yurong for his mission, he would be attracted by something more interesting in Wuhuan’s hands. He would fall right back into the pit again, falling so deep that he would be confused and disoriented. He would sink into the delight of researching and completely forget about the mission…
He spent his days very happily.
He witnessed Wuhuan’s growth, from an ordinary mortal to the immortal realm’s illustrious Sword Master Mo Yuan. With three feet of cold light in his hands, with eyes that tolerated no dust, he beheaded countless sinful cultivators…He forced the immortal realm’s righteous and prestigious sects to change their rules for him, forbidding the use of mortals who’ve built their foundation to be used as slaves or furnaces.
Wuhuan wanted more…
He had said to Song Qingshi more than once: “I hope that mortals can have the same opportunities as cultivators. But this world is so disgusting. There’s a stench everywhere. There’s just too much garbage to deal with. Qingshi, can you smell the stench of rot in the air?”
He didn’t know if it was because he’d been blind, but his sense of smell was much more sensitive than that of ordinary people. He frequently felt unwell. No matter what, he couldn’t adapt to these odors. Every time he went out for a long time, when he came back, he had to take in the clean scent of his Daoist companion. Only then could he feel more comfortable.
Song Qingshi shook his head. His senses were dull and he couldn’t smell anything.
Wuhuan liked to bring him gifts. Aside from medicinal materials and prescriptions, he also brought him lots of shiny things… Whenever he saw beautiful stones or gems, he would think of every possible way to get his hands on them. He would then bring them back and place them in his arms. In the end, Song Qingshi collected a large box full of gems and jewelry, things like Dragon Jade, Mermaid Pearls, Celestial jade…
After Sword Master Mo Yuan’s fame as a killer spread, Wuhuan’s beauty was also gradually revealed. He was frighteningly gorgeous, flourishing and without equal, with the grace of a dragon and the looks of a phoenix…As the swordsman most likely to cultivate the Sword Heart, countless praises were piled onto him and countless gazes of admiration were also focused on him.
Many cultivators who boasted of their own beauty, audaciously confessed to or propositioned him.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
Qetejc kjr nfgs ofv eq klat atfrf atlcur. Lf gfwjlcfv gfalmfca jcv ecwbnfv. Frejiis, tf kbeiv erf atf Gjblra mbeqif wjgx bc atf yjmx bo tlr tjcv ab mbivis gfpfma atfrf agbeyifrbwf jvnjcmfr. Cii tlr afcvfgcfrr kjr gfrfgnf bcis obg atja qfgrbc lc atf Ufjmt Dibrrbw Njiifs. Ycis ktfc tf rjk Vbcu Hlcurtl kbeiv j rwlif jqqfjg bc tlr ojmf. Llr vjgx ubivfc qtbfclz fsfr kbeiv rffw ab olii klat rajgr, ygluta ilxf atf Zlixs Qjs.
Zhuyu Tower’s master was most dissolute. He had seen countless beauties. He had inadvertently seen Sword Master Mo Yuan’s smile and the sight of it persisted in his mind for a lifetime. He said that all the beauties in the world had lost their color.
After Wuhuan learned of such an appraisal, he began to don on a half mask to block off curious and covetous eyes. Over time, everyone in the immortal realm knew that there was no room in Sword Master’s Mo Yuan’s eyes and heart save for the sword and his Daoist companion.
He would go to dangerous secret realms to gather herbs, use different means to present the treasures of heaven and earth as gifts, study all kinds of strange things, do all kinds of stupid things that powerful people disdained to do, all to make his Daoist companion smile. Song Qingshi, though, lived in seclusion. He wasn’t very good at dealing with outsiders, and knew very few people…
At first, everyone had thought that the person who could get Sword Master Mo Yuan to place him at the top of his heart must be some outstanding cultivator from a well-known family. Later, when they saw Song Qingshi, they found out…
Huh, he’s mute?
Song Qingshi looked quite good, but there were many beauties in the cultivation world. His beauty was nothing exceptional, and it was no match for Wuhuan’s peerless looks. His cultivation too was only at Core Formation. Every day, he was immersed in making medicine. He had a strange personality and a weak presence. Not only was there nothing special about him, but he also had a handicap. Why was it that Sword Master Mo Yuan was so enamored with him that Sword Master Mo Yuan not only rejected countless people who threw themselves at him but also willingly branded himself with the soulmark that would follow him from one life to the next?
Wuhuan was keenly aware of these malicious intentions and was extremely disgusted by them. Not only did he clean up a few of the bold and reckless, but he also explained many times that his Daoist companion had been with him since he was a nobody. They have accompanied each other to this day. Moreover, he owed him his life. Everyone was even more moved his affection for his Daoist companion and in their hearts, an even greater sense of unwillingness appeared. They felt that Song Qingshi was simply unworthy; he was only lucky. But Sword Master Mo Yuan was protective of his Daoist companion, and even if they were unconvinced, it was no use. They could only smile and give their blessings…
Song Qingshi wasn’t very good at communicating with people. His mind was filled only with research and his mission. He was completely unaware of these crooked and twisted petty schemes. Occasionally, he would meet beauties who would bypass Wuhuan and secretly talk with him. With gentle manners and kind tones, they would ask him how he had seduced Sword Master Mo Yuan. Could he teach them? They would also ask him if he was particularly skillful in bed and thus managed to make Sword Master Mo Yuan fall head over heels for him.
He thought that those who were willing to chat with a mute person must be good and honest people. He thought about it for a long time, and seriously answered the question using pen and paper:
Firstly, Mo Yuan said that everything about me is good. He particularly likes the way I look when I’m earnestly studying. You can attract his attention by reading more.
Secondly, I have carefully read and researched works on bed techniques. Mo Yuan praised me for having learned them well and I make him unable to stop himself.
Then, there was no more ‘then’..
He had no idea why all the beauties ran away, huffing with anger. They called him shameless and refused to talk to him again.
Song Qingshi suspected that he had answered something wrong and felt a little aggrieved.
The information gradually spread. Wuhuan was baffled when he discovered that a lot of people simply loved to read books in his presence. After he figured out the whole story, he found it both infuriating and laughable. He was even less willing to mince words when speaking to those wild bees and wanton butterflies. He went home and carefully asked Song Qingshi if his understanding of the materials on bedroom techniques needed to be ascertained through a practical examination.
Song Qingshi gave his exams his full attention. He used everything he had learned. They changed exam venues several times and underwent several rounds of examinations. Based on his own evaluation, he felt he should score at least a ninety.
The ten points deduction was from his inability to speak. Being unable to answer questions during the course of the exam was a bit of a pity.
……
Song Qingshi spent his days very happily and Wuhuan became more and more cheerful.
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Finally, the war to subdue the demons came.
A blood moon suddenly appeared in the sky and the demonic energy began to grow restless, awakening the blood of all those of the demon clan, turning them into crazed demons. In the immortal realm, there were only a few pure-blooded cultivators. Most cultivators were of mixed blood. Many had in them the blood of yao cultivators, mortals and even demons…
Normally, a cultivator’s body contained little demon blood. It made them a bit callous and unfeeling but they wouldn’t turn into irrational demons like a half-demon would. It posed no great problem. Through countless years of marriages, countless generations of inheritance, no one could be certain whether of not they had demon blood.
However, after the night of the blood moon, these demon blood gradually exploded.
Some people would wake up in the middle of the night and find that their wives had become man-eating monsters. Or perhaps, between loving couples, their boyfriend would still be talking sweetly one moment, and then gouge out their girlfriend’s heart the next. The phenomenon of masters killing disciples and disciples killing their masters was even more common. Demons valued desires and relied on their instinct to act. Inside of them was a mixture of all kinds of things that violated human ethics. Madness was constantly born into existence. Everyone in the immortal realm found themselves in danger. They were all suspicious of the people around them. They didn’t dare to trust anyone.
Sword Master Mo Yuan’s identity as a mortal had gained everyone’s trust and high regard.
He killed many demons and became a hero in the war to subdue the demons.
Song Qingshi realized that a turning point in history had come. However, he couldn’t stop this plot from unfolding. Everyone was involved in this war.
Wuhuan wasn’t one to shrink in the face of adversity. He was a man who was a perfectionist, who had his own dreams and ambitions. He hoped to challenge strong enemies and go further in his Way of the Sword. He also hoped to gain a better position and to prove his ability to the world and to his Daoist companion.
Song Qingshi himself was also a man. He understood his way of thinking. Once he confirmed that Sword Master Mo Yuan’s participation in the war to subdue the demons was an unstoppable plot point, he participated in the logistics and medical work. He wanted to try and see if he, when Mo Yuan’s tragedy would occur, could save this desperate situation, to at least let the story in the formation have a better ending.
At this time, he found Qu Yurong.
Over the years, Qu Yurong had passed through the hands of all sorts of men. He had long become a doll of desire. He couldn’t think for himself. He had no sense of shame and honor. He had no resistance. He could be played with by anyone. During times of peace, he could have led a “blessed” life of being cared for like a canary in a cage. Now, there was chaos and darkness everywhere. Everyone was under great pressure, and the weak were the easiest target to vent their emotions on. He didn’t even understand why he was being treated like this and every day, he bathed his face in tears…
Qu Yurong’s condition was too serious. He was very dependent on s*x and his so-called “lovers”.
Song Qingshi took a lot of effort to get him to his side for psychological therapy. Qu Yurong thought he wanted him to serve him and this caused a lot incidences that he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry about.
Not long after, Qu Yurong accidentally discovered the truth behind the Qu family’s destruction from the various materials collected by Sword Master Mo Yuan. He learned that one of his lovers had been the enemy who caused the destruction of his family back then. He woke up from his stupidity. Taking advantage of when Sword Master Mo Yuan was out exterminating demons and Song Qingshi was busy refining medicine, he plucked up the courage, and secretly fled back. He led that man to the battlefield, pushed him into a crowd of demons, taking him to perish together.
It was too late by the time Song Qingshi found out. Although he had rushed over there to save him, it was simply too late.
Qu Yurong died. Before he died, he smiled and said, “Thank you. It doesn’t matter. My life had been meaningless.”
In Song Qingshi’s mind, words that said he had failed the mission and was to accept punishment appeared.
Black spots grew on his face. A problem occurred with the spiritual power in his body. The Underworld Fire began to go out of control, and black poisonous fire spread everywhere…
During such a sensitive period, his changes were seen as him turning into a demon.
Song Qingshi gesticulated, trying to tell everyone that his mind was clear and that he had no desire to kill. The markings on his face were just an illusion caused by a failed mission. He needed some time to adjust and control his spiritual power to be able to suppress the Underworld Fire once more. However, no one was willing to listen to the explanation of a mute with a poisonous body. With jealousy, disgust, and hatred, they rushed to slaughter this loath some demon before Sword Master Mo Yuan returned.
His only stroke of luck was… this was a formation made by Sword Master Mo Yuan’s memories. He was unwilling to hurt the person he liked, and before the final harm befell Song Qingshi, he pulled Song Qingshi out of the intense emotions. What happened next was that Song Qingshi floated in mid-air, feeling like he was watching an old movie, and the ending of the movie wasn’t good.
Sword Master Mo Yuan had killed many of the demons and protected many cities and towns. He returned triumphant showered with praise from everyone. He brought the most beautiful red gemstone in the world and wanted to give it to the one he loved. However, what he saw was his Daoist companion on the verge of death, shot down by countless weapons…
Everyone was explaining, trying to take the credit, telling him that they had killed this poisonous demon.
Wuhuan couldn’t hear anything, he rushed straight towards the young man covered in blood…
The young man saw him, and the flames scattered to either direction, giving him safe passage.
From beginning to end, the poisonous fire hadn’t harmed anyone.
Everyone shut their mouths. They realized that no demon could maintain such rationality. But the grave mistake had already been committed.
Wuhuan embraced the young man whose body was growing colder and colder. He exhausted all the methods to bring back his life that was passing away; all to no avail.
Tears fell drop by drop, hitting the young man’s face.
The young man could no longer raise his hand and use writing to comfort him. He was anxious and he desperately tried to express the feelings in his heart. He opened his mouth and spent all his energy. He finally broke through the psychological barrier and spoke the most important name in his life: “Wu-Wuhuan…”
He had learned to speak. He had a lot of words in his heart, so many things he wanted to tell the other, but it was too late.
The young man took his hand for the last time until he lost his warmth.
Heart-Eating Nightmare, never to awaken again…
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