Yin Buqi was being smoothed over by Jiang Niannian. At this moment, he looked as if he was completely relaxed, but his face became paler and paler, as pale as a fierce ghost.

He closed his eyes, but the corners of his eyes were red and looked like they were about to bleed.

Jiang Niannian's movements became gentler and gentler: "Does it still hurt?"

Yin Buqi buried his head in her neck and said in a muffled voice: "It doesn't hurt."

"Liar." Jiang Niannian said. She released her spiritual power. Although her cultivation level was low, her memory had been restored and she was proficient in the skills.

Her spiritual power was like a clear spring, or like soft silk that could not be grasped, flowing into Yin Buqi's body.

As a result, wherever Yin Buqi's spiritual energy flowed, the pain was slightly relieved.

Despite this, Yin Buqi's appearance was still slowly becoming more terrifying. As if testing someone, he slightly opened his eyes, bloodshot filled his entire eye sockets, but without pupils, looking ferocious and scary.

He asked, "Niannian, are you afraid of me in this state?"

Look at how ugly he is.

"These eyes were dug out forcibly." Yin Buqi whispered in her ear, lowering his voice, his voice trembling a little: "You insisted on seeing it, Nian Nian... You can't be afraid of me, and you can't abandon me."

Veins bulged on his forehead and neck, and even though this handsome face looked so weird, it still had a bright color.

Jiang Niannian looked at it and felt a surge of heartache.

How painful it must be...

If he had not survived the clutches of Heaven, if he had not survived the backlash of this reincarnation technique and turned into a pile of bones, she would never see him again.

There is only one such good person as Yin Buqi in the world.

Jiang Niannian kissed his lips: "You are my husband. As long as you and I live, we will be husband and wife. Who is afraid of their husband? Don't ask such silly questions again in the future."

As he spoke, he transferred spiritual power to him.

Yin Buqi's fox ears twitched twice, and he said dully, "Are we husband and wife only when they are alive?"

Jiang Niannian paused: "Well, we will be buried together even after death, and we are still husband and wife."

Yin Buqi continued to ask: "Are we husband and wife for the rest of our lives?"

"... in the next life, the next life, and the next life."

"In this life, the next life, and the next life..."

Yin Buqi's lips were covered by a white, soft hand. Jiang Niannian felt that continuing the conversation would only lead to a dead end, so she blurted out, "Don't talk, just kiss me."

Yin Buqi closed his eyes and kissed her lightly and nimbly, his tongue freely sweeping around in her mouth.

The pink at the tip of the ear gradually deepens and turns into crimson.

Jiang Niannian was a little breathless from his kiss, and she hugged him, already a little tired from the torture. She put her fingers on his chest, touching it again and again, as if to comfort him, coaxing him like he did when he was a child: "The pain will go away, I won't give up, you have to get better soon..."

Yin Buqi lowered his head and responded with a sound so light that it seemed as if it would be blown away by the wind.

"Um."

Jiang Niannian fell asleep without knowing when, but the spiritual power in her hands did not stop transmitting. She murmured, "Don't give up... Get well soon..."

Yin Buqi held the person curled up in his arms, enduring the pain that seemed to be killing him. His fingers were tightly pinching the edge of the jade bed, drawing blood, but not a single sound came out.

In the countless nights that passed, he was in so much pain that he wanted to destroy everything, venting his hatred and violence with endless blood, and wanted to die with everyone.

He wanted all the people in the world, including the Heavenly Dao, to be buried with him.

But he didn't.

He doesn't love the world, but he loves Jiang Niannian.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that Jiang Niannian would be sad.

This world originally belonged to him, Nian Nian. Everything in this world was something that Nian Nian had once protected. Since Nian Nian has not returned yet, he is guarding it for her.

He believed she would come back.

He gently held the sleeping person in his arms, one arm just resting on her, while the other hand was covered in blood.

He endured the pain, closed his eyes, and put his cheek against her hair. The faint scent of plants made him feel at ease. This soft long hair slowly brought the past time back from his previous life.

Now, he finally got what he wanted.

With this belated peace.

The next day, Jiang Niannian woke up.

Yin Buqi then brought her to a black tower whose top could not be seen.

Jiang Niannian asked: "Where is this?"

Yin Buqi said: "This is the Tower of Babel. Nian Nian has no divine power and cannot go to heaven, but she can go from here. This is the only connection between the underworld and heaven."

"Didn't the dog Tiandao find this tower?"

Yin Buqi sneered: "Of course I won't let him find out."

Having said that, Yin Buqi waved his sleeves.

The various jade stones on the black tower began to move, forming various patterns in a mysterious pattern. At first glance, they seemed nothing special, but upon closer inspection, they contained countless magic arrays.

The stone door opened, Yin Buqi took a step sideways, and walked in with Jiang Niannian.

Jiang Niannian was shocked.

Standing on the rotating staircase made of black stones, it is dizzying and you can't tell whether the staircase leads up or down.

Looking down, it seems that if you are not careful, you will fall into an endless abyss.

"Nian Nian, let's go."

Yin Buqi said calmly.

It was a very normal tone, but Jiang Niannian knew that beneath this calmness was a surge of anger and hatred.

They were about to face a fierce battle, which was Yin Buqi's, as well as hers.

He held her hand steadily and with great strength.

But when they really arrived in heaven, Jiang Niannian couldn't help but widen his eyes, and even Yin Buqi pursed his thin lips.

The beautiful fairyland had long since dissipated, and beneath my feet there was a sea of ​​blood, with black mist spreading all around.

The speed is extremely terrifying.

A damp, moldy wind blew in from all directions.

In the endless blood-red, a person was surrounded by a mass of dark darkness.

The breath that permeated Yin Buqi's body was suddenly chilling and as cold as ice and snow.

The man's body was red, and the surging blood formed handsome eyebrows and eyes, half liquid and half solid, and he seemed to be in extreme pain. Jiang Niannian recognized at a glance that this man was Shen Yu.

No, he is no longer human.

He was made into a puppet of flesh and blood by the Heavenly Dao.

Jiang Niannian looked at him. She would never believe until her death that it was Shen Yu who had set the twin pigs on her.

She asked across the sea of ​​blood, "Shen Yu, why do you want to kill me?!"

The tone was somewhat excited, angry and sad.

Shen Yu's body was made of blood, his face was hideous and almost twisted. When he heard Jiang Niannian's question, his eyes widened and he kept shaking. It seemed that he had difficulty uttering complete sentences. He could only look at Jiang Niannian in despair and murmured brokenly: "I'm... sorry... I wanted... to keep... Shen Susu... alive..."

Jiang Niannian's pupils shrank as she looked at Shen Yu in shock. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another person in the surging sea of ​​blood.

"He's... hurry... go... go!!!"

Shen Yu screamed heartbreakingly, his voice hoarse as if it had been burned by fire, but he still had a trace of residual consciousness.