The Record of a Cannon Fodder Becoming a God: Quick Transmigration

In her past life, Ji Xiaoxiao was a part-time assassin and a full-time shut-in. One day, with god-like skill, she was run over by a car and inexplicably transmigrated. After transmigrating, everyth...

Chapter 256 The Death and Hatred of Immortal Lord Yunming

The small ward, with its poor air circulation, was instantly filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Thud, thud, thud—pieces of bloody meat were ruthlessly discarded by the owner.

Ji Xiaoxiao's face was extremely pale. Her rosy lips gradually turned pale and cracked. Sweat soaked her clothes, and her hands trembled uncontrollably, but the speed at which she swung the knife did not decrease.

In no time at all, Ji Xiaoxiao's left hand was reduced to a skeleton.

Ji Xiaoxiao didn't even blink as she pointed the blade at her perfectly intact feet.

"Are you crazy?" Just as Ji Xiaoxiao was about to strike again, Yun Ming moved and quickly snatched the knife from Ji Xiaoxiao's hand.

Ji Xiaoxiao scoffed, her expression maniacal, "Yes, I'm insane. I was driven insane by you, Yunming."

Yunming paused for a moment, then said, "I saved you, not so you could harm yourself. If you want to repay my kindness, then live well. I don't ask anything else from you."

"You don't ask me for anything else? You've driven me crazy. Isn't it just that you want to cut ties with me and the past? If you want to break up, then break up. I, Ji Xiaoxiao, have always been alone. It's not like I can't live without you!" Ji Xiaoxiao shouted loudly at Yunming.

Yunming opened his mouth, and a hint of struggle and regret appeared in his usually cold eyes.

Isn't this what he wanted? Why does reality always go against plans?

Yunming threw the knife far away, reached out and pulled Ji Xiaoxiao into his arms. He bent down and kissed the severed limb of Ji Xiaoxiao's left hand. A miracle occurred: the bloody, white skeleton visibly regenerated flesh and blood, the horrifying scene seeming like nothing more than a nightmare.

"This...?" Ji Xiaoxiao raised her left hand in surprise and looked it over inside and out.

However, as the saying goes, every gain has its loss, and every loss has its gain. Ji Xiaoxiao's injuries disappeared in the blink of an eye, while Yunming's snow-white sleeve on his left hand was stained with red.

Ji Xiaoxiao swallowed hard and gently tore Yunming's sleeve.

Tap tap tap, Ji Xiaoxiao took several steps back.

Yunming's left hand was just a skeleton, devoid of any flesh or blood.

"Why did you do this?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked hopefully.

Yunming casually pulled the blanket over his left hand and said calmly, "I'm kind-hearted and can't bear to see others get hurt in front of me."

An excuse, a ridiculous excuse.

Everyone knows that the Immortal Master of the Lotus Holy Sect of Tianshan is notoriously cold-blooded.

Kind-hearted? Pshaw!

Can't stand seeing others get hurt? Pah! Pah! Pah!

Yunming is undoubtedly the world's number one person when it comes to lying with such conviction.

Ji Xiaoxiao laughed loudly, "Yunming, you really went to great lengths to break up with me. I used to think you were a refined gentleman, a hermit immortal, an innocent young master from a noble family. Ha, now I see you as nothing more than a scoundrel who takes advantage of a favor. My eyes and heart must have been blinded by shit back then."

"Say what you will." Yunming closed his eyes weakly.

The repeated transfer of injuries was too much for even someone as strong as Yunming to bear.

"Go away!" Yunming waved his hand, as if shooing away a beggar.

That's right, isn't Ji Xiaoxiao just a beggar now?

For the sake of that unrealistic love, Ji Xiaoxiao shamelessly clung to Yunming.

Ji Xiaoxiao turned around angrily and jumped onto the hospital bed.

It's impossible for her to slink away like a dog in a sorry state.

Ji Xiaoxiao pressed against Yunming's chest, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Tell me, tell me why we broke up? Just give me one reason so I can give up."

Yunming stared intently at Ji Xiaoxiao, their eyes clearly reflecting each other's images.

"I'm tired, I don't want to contact you anymore."

That sigh was filled with helplessness and sorrow.

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiaoxiao recalled the words of the adult: "Three thousand worlds, countless planes."

"How long have you been looking for me?"

Ji Xiaoxiao suddenly calmed down.

Yunming turned to look at the scenery outside the window and said, "It has been a full 103,684 years since we last met."

At this moment, Ji Xiaoxiao could no longer find a reason for them not to break up.

In Ji Xiaoxiao's mind, they had only not seen each other for two or three months, but in Yunming's world, their story had long since become unclear over the long period of time.

"I'm sorry." Ji Xiaoxiao apologized to Yun Ming and turned to leave the ward.

Until the second month of the school term, Yunming and Ji Xiaoxiao had no contact whatsoever.

In the final semester of their senior year, the students put in their best effort to study.

Ji Xiaoxiao didn't seem to be bothered by worldly affairs; she was quiet and did what she needed to do.

One day, after a heavy snowfall, Ji Xiaoxiao invited Yunming to meet her in the grove on campus.

"What do you want with me?"

Yunming stood outside the pavilion, not stepping into Ji Xiaoxiao's territory.

Ji Xiaoxiao didn't seem to care much and said, "Let's get back together!"

"What?" Yunming was stunned and lost his composure.

After a long pause, Yunming shook his head. "Impossible. There is no happiness for us to be together."

If the mountain won't come to me, then I'll go to the mountain.

Yunming has been lonely for thousands of years and refused to continue trying, so this time it will be her turn.

Ji Xiaoxiao slowly walked out of the pavilion, counting her steps as she approached Yunming. "It took me sixteen steps and fifteen seconds to get here."

Yunming didn't understand Ji Xiaoxiao's meaning, so he stared at her intently but didn't say anything.

Ji Xiaoxiao reached out and climbed onto Yunming's shoulder, standing on tiptoe so that the two looked at each other at eye level.

A cold wind blew through the grove, causing the snow to fall from the branches and revealing tender, fragile new buds. Ice covered the surface of the stream, beneath which small fish swam freely. Even in the depths of winter, vibrant life lurked everywhere—a truly wondrous sight.

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