Ning Wan found it difficult to express the complex emotions in her heart at the moment.

The wound was not fatal, just above the collarbone, but Song Yutang's words were like a death warrant, making her heart chill.

The pain of being stabbed made her feel that this was not a dream. She even thought uncontrollably that perhaps one day in the future, the Qingshuang Sword would be stabbed into her body without hesitation.

Perhaps she simply doesn't have the ability to change the inevitable death.

In terms of love and immortality, she will eventually be the stepping stone on his road to becoming an immortal. The so-called love is just his temporary entertainment.

[Host, no, the hero is not someone who goes back on his word. There is still a difference between dreams and reality.]

[After leaving this dream, if the male protagonist really has the idea of ​​killing his wife to prove his truth, then he will just be a good immortal, and Xiao Qi will take the host away.]

Xiao Qi in the space looked at the changes happening in front of him in astonishment. Without thinking too much, he helped the host block out the pain, followed by an explanation and promise.

Even though it has said some things to the host more than once, it still repeats them over and over again.

Ning Wan didn't ask any more questions, but secretly thanked Xiao Qi in her heart.

However, unlike the initial joy he felt when he heard the thanks, Xiao Qi once again felt aggrieved.

After all, it is not a real person, so its sensitivity to emotions is naturally not as good as that of pure humans.

Therefore, after spending hundreds of years with the host, when it heard the thank you again, it felt that something had invisibly distanced it from the host.

Even if it has never truly entered the host's heart.

It can't stand this kind of grievance. It wants the host to comfort it, but the host is the one who needs comfort more now.

"Xiao Qi?"

[Xiao Qi is here, what can I do for you, host? ]

Xiao Qi, who was about to swallow his emotions alone, was stunned, but he still responded immediately.

Ning Wan was silent for a while, then said quietly: "Nothing, I just wanted to tell you that I'm here too." She was not stupid, so she naturally knew that her silly son was acting stupid again.

After hearing this, Xiao Qi didn't pay attention to the monologue. Even the simple sentence "I'm here" made his depressed mood rise again.

"...I'll give you my immortal bones in exchange for my eternal companionship with you, okay?"

Song Yutang finally spoke out the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

Ning Wan, who thought he was going to die, stiffened instantly. His eyes, which had been closed, opened again, and the shock in them was no longer a disguise.

In just a moment, she felt Song Yutang continuously injecting spiritual power into the wound.

To be more precise, it is a power that is purer than spiritual power.

Ning Wan opened her mouth to ask something, but was stopped by him raising his hand.

Another silencing spell!

The last bolt of thunder seemed to have not expected to be deceived, and it fell down with anger and great momentum.

The thunder was so loud that Ning Wan could not hear any sound. She subconsciously wanted to escape, but was held tightly in Chen Jinggu's arms. The formation under him also began to work, and countless illusory chains appeared to lock her up.

A small spiritual power shield fell on her.

Then, she felt a wetness on her shoulder, and an extremely strong smell of blood hit her face.

Even though their skin was touching, Ning Wan didn't feel the slightest bit of numbness from the electric shock. It was just that she couldn't break free, and the complex emotions she was feeling reached their peak at that moment.

Her fingers were almost trembling as she hugged Chen Jinggu back.

However, the next moment, she felt Shen Jinggu pulling her away again.

She thought she would see him after he became an immortal, but she didn't expect that when she looked up again, she would see an extremely bloody scene.

It is hard to believe that someone would go against the instinct of physical pain and self-preservation, integrate all the "gifts" he had just received into a rib, break it alive with his own hands, take it out, and use spiritual power as fire to refine it into white beads.

The whole set of movements is so smooth and flowing that even the chef Ding would feel ashamed of himself.

But when Ning Wan thought that this thing was for her, she felt very happy.

The thunderclouds did not dissipate, but became more violent, as if warning Song Yutang not to act recklessly.

But Song Yutang seemed unable to feel the pressure from the outside world. He kissed Su Huanyan's lips as if no one was around, and stubbornly placed the white bead on the bloody wound caused by Jiangxue.

Naturally, he was reluctant to remove her bones, and even more reluctant to let her endure the pain of bone replacement.

Since everything was caused by him, it is enough for him to bear it alone.

The bloody mouth that touched the white bead instantly wrapped up the bead, and then Ning Wan felt an extremely strong immortal power spreading from the collarbone to other places.

During the whole process, apart from the pain caused by the fragments of Jiangxue's skin that made her feel pain for a while, there was also the bite that the other party had just given her.

Changing the immortal bones is against the will of heaven, and Song Yutang's method of changing it can be said to be against human nature.

No one can sacrifice to this extent. Those whose immortal bones were stolen are all crying out in pain day and night, hoping to get their immortal bones back.

As a result, he only cut a wound on the female cultivator's body and injected a lot of spiritual power into her, for fear that the other party would be attacked by his immortal bone.

The thunderclouds are getting thicker.

Ning Wan could clearly sense that the thundercloud was coming towards her. She wanted to attack, but the formation under her feet did not dissipate and still held her tightly.

Song Yutang saw the panic in Su Huanyan's eyes, but he had no intention of stopping. He once again mobilized the little spiritual power left in his body, opened his thin lips, and whispered in her ear for the last time:

"Huanyan, you are free."

He once again protected Ning Wan under him and said to himself: ...That's great, let outsiders think they are a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.

In an instant, thunder roared again.

The roar sounded again, and silence did not return until half an hour later.

But this time, outside the secret realm, the Sword Sect's law enforcement elder and the Hehuan Sect's leader's expressions changed at the same time, and they each took out their own life beads.

All he saw was that the originally bright and beautiful life bead was instantly annihilated, without even a trace left.