I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

The wind stopped.

The shadows of the trees gradually calmed down.

Sang Nian walked forward in the moonlight and half-forcefully turned his stiff body around.

He struggled a little, but stopped when he heard her cough and turned around obediently.

Sang Nian rolled up his sleeves.

The wound on his forearm has healed, leaving only a shallow scar.

There were bloodstains all over, soaking the surrounding fabric.

A drop of warm water hits it.

Xie Chenzhou trembled, covering the scar, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't feel any pain."

Sang Nian raised his head, "You..."

Having said just this one word, she did not speak again for a long while.

It seemed that I didn't know what to say to him.

Xie Chenzhou lowered his head and kissed away the tears on her face:

"Don't cry. To me, your tears are sharper than this knife."

Sang Nian sobbed and reached out to hug him.

He stretched out his arms to hug her back, with such force that it almost embedded her into her bones and blood.

Sang Nian asked:

"You disguised yourself as Yu Du and approached my brother. Did you hear that I was seriously ill and come to save me?"

Xie Chenzhou: “Yeah.”

"You travel back and forth between here and the battlefield every day?"

Xie Chenzhou: "The two places are not far apart."

From Jiehe to Qingzhou, it almost spans the entire world of immortal cultivation.

But he said not far.

Sang Nian's heart tightened and he felt pain:

"The battle report said that you were seriously injured."

"Have you recovered from your injuries?"

Xie Chenzhou: “Yeah.”

Sang Nian was about to say something when he suddenly started coughing, and his internal organs seemed to be twisted into a ball.

She hastily pushed him away, covered her lips and turned her head away.

A few streaks of scarlet blood overflowed from between pale fingers, dripping onto the collar of her clothes.

Xie Chenzhou suddenly froze.

"I'm fine..." Sang Nian said, "I just... got a cold from the wind."

Xie Chenzhou picked her up and carried her sideways, strode into the room, and carefully placed her on the bed.

He turned and went out, but soon came back with a bowl of medicine in his hand and fed it to her lips.

"Nian Nian, drink it." He said in a trembling voice.

The fishy smell in the medicine is stronger than before.

Sang Nian stared at the wound he had deliberately covered, reached out and stroked his face, eyes full of sadness:

"Xie Chenzhou, please don't use your flesh and blood to make medicine for me anymore. It's useless."

"How can it be useless?" He shivered slightly and looked at her stubbornly, "It is useful. I can save you. You won't die. It is useful."

He repeated this sentence over and over again, and in the end, he almost begged:

"Drink it, Nian Nian."

Sang Nian: "...Okay."

She took gulps of the medicine from his hand.

He put the bowl down, half-knelt on the ground, and gently wiped the remaining medicine from her lips with a handkerchief.

Look serious.

Sang Nian held his hand, her fingertips were cold.

She said:

"Xie Chenzhou, I will die soon."

In an instant, tears appeared in his dark eyes.

He shook his head, just his head.

Sang Nian withdrew the spiritual power that had been maintaining his pulse for these days and stretched out his wrist.

He placed his fingertips on it.

In just a moment, the boy's face turned pale.

Sang Nian tried hard to curl his lips, tears suddenly fell, wetting the back of his hand:

"Don't be too sad when I die."

"Don't be sad for too long, it's best... forget me."

Xie Chenzhou seemed to have his soul taken away and did not speak for a long time.

Finally, she held his face and kissed his forehead:

"Nice to meet you, Xie Chenzhou."

The young man raised his eyelashes blankly, his eyes unfocused, and asked her in a low voice:

"You...don't want me anymore?"

Not getting a response, he stubbornly asked again:

"You don't want me anymore?"

Sang Nian still remained silent.

He closed his eyes in despair.

The chill spread silently, almost penetrating into the bone marrow.

After an unknown amount of time, Sang Nian lowered her head and kissed the corner of his lips, then sighed:

"I just lied to you, don't be sad."

Xie Chenzhou didn't say anything, just looked into her eyes.

Sang Nian touched his earlobe:

"Actually, there is another way to save me, which is better than cutting the flesh and releasing the blood vessels."

Xie Chenzhou grasped at straws:

"any solution?"

Sang Nian asked: "Would you like to be my furnace?"

"..."

After a long silence, the young man half-knelt beside the bed, looking up at her, his lips trembling slightly:

"Let me be your cauldron, please."

……

The room warmed up.

The orange-red charcoal basin was steaming, occasionally splashing a spark.

The clothes were scattered all over the floor.

A snow-white arm stretched out from the green tent, trying to grab something.

Xie Chenzhou grabbed the hand, kissed the fingertips, and guided it to place it on his lower back.

The slender fingertips immediately grasped the piece of flesh tightly.

A drop of sweat slid down the tip of his tall nose.

When it was about to hit the girl's cheek, he reached out and caught it in time.

Her eyes narrowed into slits, and her voice was so low, almost whispered:

"what happened?"

He shook his head, staring at her face, applying more force bit by bit.

She frowned slightly and held back from making a sound.

"Near."

Xie Chenzhou shouted.

Sang Nian uttered "hmm" in a daze.

Xie Chenzhou: "I know you are lying to me."

Sang Nian opened her eyes a little and saw the sadness in his eyes.

That's... sad.

Her heart seemed to be grasped by a hand, causing her to feel dull pain.

Xie Chenzhou said:

"You will leave me eventually."

Sang Nian touched his face and forced a smile:

"No, how could that be? I will be fine. I told you I never lie."

"You said you never lied, but you lied to me many times."

Xie Chenzhou said:

"I no longer believe you."

This blow was too heavy and Sang Nian took a slight breath.

He suddenly stopped and buried his face in her shoulder. The warm water droplets slid across her delicate skin, leaving a shallow mark.

"But--"

His voice was low, filled with deep despair:

"I can't even die for you."

Sang Nian choked up in his throat, hugged his head, and turned his face to rub his forehead.

Xie Chenzhou murmured:

"Where should I go to find you then?"

Sang Nian comforted him softly:

"I heard that people go to the underworld after they die. I'll be waiting for you to find me there."

Xie Chenzhou: “…Okay.”

Sang Nian deceived Xie Chenzhou again.

She will not go to the underworld.

She can go home.

[Ding~ Xie Chenzhou’s favorability is full, the system judges it as a success]

[You will leave this world in seven days, please prepare in advance]

The cold electronic sound disappeared from his ears, and Sang Nian gently closed his eyes.

She could...go home.