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Jiang Zhuo'an suddenly sat up from the ground, looked at Yan Qingning with red eyes, and whispered in a low voice: "A Ning..."

"Now that you're awake, stay away from me. I don't want to hear anything from the mouths of those hypocrites in your cultivation world, such as nonsense about you and me having an affair." Yan Qingning did not hide her dislike for him at all. It can even be said to be a bad attitude.

"A Ning... An Ning..." Jiang Zhuo'an held him tightly in his arms, buried his head in the side of his neck, and whispered his name over and over again, as if to confirm something.

"Go away!" Yan Qingning pushed him away mercilessly, with arrogance in his eyebrows: "You and I are on opposite sides. Who allows you to make your own decisions to embrace me?"

Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his hands feebly, lowered his eyes and begged: "A Ning..."

"Don't call me that!" Yan Qingning patted the area on his body that had been touched by Jiang Zhuo'an, his delicate brows and eyes full of disgust: "I feel disgusted hearing this!"

Jiang Zhuo'an closed his eyes, resisting the sourness in his eyes, and said in a hoarse, cold voice with a slight tremor: "I just... miss you very much."

"Hey... the longing for Immortal Lord Heng'an really bothers me." Yan Qingning turned away from him and mocked: "I just don't know if this longing is thinking about killing me, a demon? Or is it thinking about killing me, a demon? Cut off my head?"

"Tomorrow is the day of the war. You will soon be able to fulfill your wish openly and openly. Why do you need to come to my place to increase your presence?"

He turned around and walked away resolutely, not showing any nostalgia, not wanting to leave a single thought to Jiang Zhuo'an.

Jiang Zhuo'an slumped on the ground helplessly, watching his retreating figure in silence, not even qualified to say anything to save him.

Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water, is ultimately a lie...

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Yan Qingning moved slowly to the river. Suddenly he couldn't hold himself up, and he knelt on the ground and violently vomited out a large mouthful of blood. At that moment, the clear river water was dyed red, and the blood was quickly diluted by the water.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his lips, looked at his pale face like a resentful ghost reflected in the water, and silently twitched the corners of his lips: [Xiao Bai, how long will it take until this body is replaced by the devil? 】

Xiaobai: [At most one day, the host needs to complete the next love value before the demon replaces the body, so that we can go to the next small world smoothly. 】

[If the love value of the mission target is not up to standard before the demon replaces the body, then we will fall into a very passive situation. For example, we can only watch the demon using your body with our soul body. 】

[That's it...] Yan Qingning lowered his eyes to remove the darkness in his eyes, [Although it's a bit hasty, it's enough. 】

[By the way,] Xiaobai suddenly remembered something and asked him: [Host, there is nothing around the demon world that can cause harm to the mission target. Why are you insisting on guarding next to him? 】

[And...you look very unhappy. 】

Yan Qingning pursed her lips and did not answer his question immediately.

[Maybe it’s because I’m a little soft-hearted. 】

If you look into the reason in detail, he himself can't actually explain it. It's just an instinctive reaction. He wants to guard him and stay next to him, as if this can buy him some inexplicable peace of mind.

Yan Qingning shook his head, stood up slowly while supporting the willow tree by the river, and dragged his heavy body to find a place to rest temporarily and slowly adjust his breathing.

Jiang Zhuo'an followed him, watching silently as he struggled to get up, move, and adjust his breathing...

The feeling of pain in his heart became more and more obvious, and the fragile organs that were being torn apart by love and regret would always make him experience waves of pain like heart palpitations.

It's not very painful, but it's extremely burning...

What he had done had caused him to completely lose the opportunity to pray for forgiveness, whether it was to Yan Qingning in the illusion or to Yan Qingning in reality.

He had already lost them all early.

Perhaps it was when the young man came to Tianshu Sect alone with hidden wounds all over his body to look for him. Perhaps it was when the young man was beaten to the point of death but still showed love to him. Perhaps it was when the young man waited patiently for him to watch the lanterns until dawn. when……

He accepted the young man's unreserved love, but stingily refused to respond at all. It was only when his love was gone that he suddenly understood that all that was left in his hard pursuit was the young man's disgust.

A small paper crane flew over slowly, landed on Jiang Zhuoan's hand and turned into a stream of sound.

"Jiang Zhuo'an, return to Tianshu Sect quickly, the demon world is coming!"

Although Shen Ke was panicking, he did not forget to act like he was superior and ordered Jiang Zhuoan in a sharp voice.

The sharp screams suddenly alerted Yan Qingning, who was adjusting his breath at the edge of the demon clan, causing the demonic energy in his body to become chaotic, tearing at the already fragile and damaged tendons in his body, and forcing him to vomit several mouthfuls of blood.

"A Ning!"

Jiang Zhuo'an had no time to worry about whether he was exposed or not. He ran towards Yan Qingning as if he had lost his sense of control and took him into his arms.

"Put me down..." Yan Qingning's face turned pale, but she still reached out to push him and refused him with her actions: "Get out..."

Jiang Zhuo'an ignored his refusal and suppressed his struggle with one hand, transmitting spiritual power against his palm, hoping to repair his broken tendons.

But as soon as his spiritual power penetrated into Yan Qingning's body, he forced Yan Qingning to cough up blood. His face showed the grayness of a dying person, with only the blood-stained lips barely showing a hint of color.

"Ahem...Jiang Zhuo'an...ahem...if you want me to die...there's no need...to be so hasty..." Yan Qingning kept vomiting blood in his mouth, but his slightly closed peach blossom eyes were filled with complete, unsettling expressions. With any covert ridicule: "I won't live long...why do you...ahem...torture...torture me..."

"I'm not, I'm not..."

Jiang Zhuoan bit his lip tightly, trying to find a proper way to protect Yan Qingning, but he didn't know what the use of his spiritual power was.

"Ah……"

Yan Qingning was no longer able to ridicule him. He sneered and slumped powerlessly in Jiang Zhuoan's arms, his breathing so weak that it was almost nonexistent.

Jiang Zhuo'an's hand holding him almost trembled. He bit his lip, leaned down and kissed Yan Qingning's bloody lips with utmost devotion, passing the blood on his lips to him little by little along the tip of his tongue.

His master told him before he died that the blood of gods has the effect of restoring vitality. Although his cultivation is not enough to reach the level of a god, he can barely reach the level of a demigod.

He and Yan Qingning are not cultivating the same lineage. Now they can only try this method to see if they can hang Yan Qingning's life.

The kiss was mixed with the smell of blood and mixed with bitter tears. There was no ambiguity, only humble prayers...

As low as dust...