"Yes, I did it to save you, do you understand?"

Shen Qianxue was completely bewildered and didn't understand at all.

Su Jin looked up, her anxious face scrunched up. "You don't understand, you don't understand anything, you're driving me crazy."

She lost her footing and fell to the ground with a thud, clutching her head that felt like it was about to split open.

Helpless, Shen Qianxue squatted down and reached out to help her up. "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you drunk and confused?"

“I’m not lying, you…he…”

Su Jin clutched her chest with one hand and her head with the other. She couldn't explain it; too many chaotic fragments of memories flooded into her mind.

Blood-stained blades were used to cut open blood vessels and fill bottles.

it hurts……

Not enough, too little blood, let's cut some flesh.

One slice at a time, enough to keep you cutting for a long time.

We can't let her die; if she dies, she'll lose her novelty.

Treat her, let her live...

Those days were too chaotic for Su Jinxia to remember clearly.

After her rebirth, she didn't want to remember it and deliberately sealed it away, but today it suddenly resurfaced for some reason.

Fragmented and unclear, yet so real, so real that it made her feel excruciating pain all over her body and unable to breathe.

"Don't touch me, it hurts~" Su Jin pushed away Shen Qianxue's hand and cried out in pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Qianxue noticed that Su Jin was acting strangely.

"Ah Jin, wake up." Shen Qianxue grasped Su Jin's lower shoulder and gently shook her.

Su Jinxia was shaken and slightly opened her eyes, but she was startled when she saw Shen Qianxue.

She frantically pushed him away, her eyes filled with fear, "What are you doing here? Go away, don't worry about me!"

Shen Qianxue was pushed to the ground by Su Jin with great force.

"Ah Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Qianxue stepped forward and hugged Su Jinxia, ​​who was rambling incoherently and waving her hands wildly. She was clearly not normal.

The closer Shen Qianxue got, the more intense Su Jinxia's emotions became.

Suddenly, her breathing became erratic, she vomited a mouthful of blood, and then she slumped backward and lost consciousness.

Shen Qianxue was shocked and hurriedly checked Su Jin's pulse.

However, the pulse was calm and still.

There was nothing wrong with her pulse.

Shen Qianxue quickly picked up Su Jinxia and hurriedly returned to the room, placing her on the bed.

She was in a semi-conscious state, her brows furrowed, and she was covered in cold sweat, as if she were trapped in a nightmare.

In her dream, Su Jinxia seemed to have returned to that time.

In the dark, secluded room, she was at the mercy of others, her whole body numb with pain, her mind in a state of confusion.

The door to the secret room was opened, and Su Jin didn't even look up, because she knew that Nie Qingyi had come to take her blood again.

Incidentally, Nie Qingyi would also tell Su Jin stories of her swaggering and boasting outside, giving Su Jin a double blow, both psychologically and physically.

However, contrary to expectations, a familiar, trembling voice rang out, gently calling her, "Su Jin, step down."

Su Jin raised her lifeless eyes in a daze, and what she saw was Shen Qianxue's radiant figure.

Her eyes widened in horror, and she immediately raised her hand to cover her face, yelling for him to leave, not wanting him to see her disheveled state.

His body was withered and emaciated, like a demon in disguise, covered in blood, bitter medicine, and bandages.

How could she possibly see him like this!

Shen Qianxue walked over, and Su Jinxia wished she could shrink into a crack in the wall.

He said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you. I'll take you out of here right now."

Su Jin was in a daze when he took her hand and pulled her away from the secret room.

It was daytime outside, and the sunlight was extremely bright.

A large number of officers and soldiers surrounded the two of them.

Zhou Ji, clad in a yellow robe, stood proudly among the crowd.

They were talking, arguing, trying to sort out their complicated grudges and entanglements.

But Su Jin couldn't hear clearly, and her thoughts became chaotic.

Suddenly, the world turned red, filled with the glint of swords and the sight of blood, which seemed to have splashed into her eyes.

A bright light flashed before her eyes, and she saw a long sword pierce Shen Qianxue's chest.

It was Zhou Ji who personally took action.

Shen Qianxue died. She died trying to save him. Zhou Ji killed her with his own hands.

This thought kept replaying in my mind.

Living is meaningless; Su Jinxia also wants to die.

But Nie Qingyi controls her, so she can't die. She still needs to supply Zhou Ji with blood and flesh to treat his heart disease. They also want to use their own blood and flesh to refine an elixir of immortality.

Later, Su Jin lived an even more muddled and confused life.

Nie Qingyi would also come over from time to time while drawing blood to tell her about the situation outside.

She vaguely remembered some things: for example, Phoenix Pavilion was gone, and everyone was dead.

For example, the Rurisha Society is gone; they're all dead.

All that's left is Nie Qingyi and Zhou Ji's supreme power, which they use to enjoy themselves.

Su Jinxia didn't know how long she had lived. It seemed like not long, as she was utterly heartbroken and devoid of energy; yet it also seemed like a long time, as if each day was an eternity.

Every day she could see the way Shen Qianxue died, and what hurt her heart more than her body was her soul.

How unfair is God!

How unfair!

"Ah Jin, Ah Jin?" Shen Qianxue called out anxiously.

Su Jinxia curled up into a ball, her body tense, her hands clenched until they turned white, and blood flowed from between her fingers.

He cupped Su Jin's hand, trying to get her to hold it, but he was powerless to do so.

He dared not use force, fearing that she would resist him and hurt her instead.

Suddenly, the internal energy under Su Jin's skin visibly surged wildly.

This is a sign of going astray in cultivation!

Shen Qianxue couldn't wake Su Jinxia, ​​and since their internal cultivation methods were different, he couldn't help her at all.

With no other option, Shen Qianxue steeled her heart and struck Su Jin on the back of the neck with a palm strike, knocking her completely unconscious—the kind of unconsciousness that prevents her from even having a dream.

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