Chapter 48 Don't Give Up, Nian Nian Takes You Home



Jiang Niannian fell straight down.

Yin Buqi's pupils suddenly shrank. He stretched out his hand to grab the sword, flew away, and suddenly attacked her. The sharp sword force was so terrifying.

Water splashed everywhere, and Jiang Niannian was soaked all over. She couldn't even open her eyes, but she clearly felt a strong force pulling her out of the ghost and pushing her to the shore.

She seemed to realize something and tried to open her eyes to look, but a huge chill surged into her heart.

There was a sword wound on Yin Buqi's arm. He did not struggle and fell from the air.

He had inflicted the wound himself. He wanted to use himself as bait to lure the evil spirit under the water so that she could escape!

One after another, evil spirits pierced his body, and a fishy and sweet taste rose in his throat. All his internal organs suffered severe damage. Yin Buqi coughed lightly, and blood gushed out, staining his lips red.

The hot blood splashed onto his pale face, forming bright red flowers that were bright and eerie.

"No!" Jiang Niannian was pushed to the shore by him, but her heart suddenly contracted and she was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.

Yin Buqi looked at her like this, with the corners of his lips slightly curved. Although he was clearly smiling, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

He really liked the look on her face when she was worried about him.

All eyes were on him and him alone.

If he died like this, she would probably remember him for the rest of her life.

The sword in his hand slowly loosened, and the evil spirits around him suddenly emerged from the water, forming a dark mass, and came towards him with a fierce look, ready to swallow him up.

The turbulent water surface suddenly became calm, and all the ghosts and Yin Buqi sank to the bottom of the water. It was as if nothing had happened, as if the thrill just now was just a dream.

But the corpses of several monks on the shore reminded them that this was not a dream.

It was dead silent.

"Don't give up! How could you do this... Come back... Don't give up! Come back... Come back..." Tears in Jiang Niannian's eyes slowly gathered, and after a moment, she couldn't hold back any more and burst into tears.

Yin Ci didn't know what he was feeling, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his heart ached: "Brother Yin..." He looked at Tang Murou viciously, walked over and lifted her collar: "It's all your fault, are you sick! Why did you fly over there for no reason! Why don't you just die! Why isn't it you who should die!"

"Awooo!" Coal Ball was hung on Yin Ci's waist. He glared at Tang Murou fiercely and yelled at her.

Jiang Ziyou said, "Junior brother, calm down. Master said you should be polite to others."

The monks advised: "That's right, Miss Tang didn't do it on purpose. The dead cannot be resurrected."

"Master Yin, Miss Tang is the Nine-Tailed Fox, the savior..."

Yin Ci interrupted him with red eyes and pushed Tang Murou away: "If you hadn't been idle and picked the lotus, the evil spirit wouldn't have gone berserk. If those monks hadn't been there to protect you, they wouldn't have died. If you hadn't turned back like you were crazy, Brother Yin wouldn't have been devoured by the evil spirit..."

"Kyuubi... saving the world? How ridiculous! I think you just want to create chaos in the world! Beauty brings disaster!"

When the others heard this, they stopped trying to persuade him and chose to remain silent.

Yin Ci was right, but Tang Murou was going too far.

Tang Murou was feeling depressed. Ever since she met Jiang Niannian, she had never felt at ease. She was stabbed at the Immortal Alliance Conference, almost killed by evil spirits, and now she was being blamed by everyone.

She couldn't hold back and started crying again: "I was just trying to help you, why were you so mean to me? I didn't expect things to turn out like this. Do you think you're the only one who's sad? Do you know how sad I am?!"

"Pa!" A crisp slap sounded.

Tang Murou covered her face and looked at Yin Ci in disbelief, as if she had not expected him to hit her.

Yin Ci gritted his teeth and said, "If you weren't the Nine-Tailed Fox, I would... throw you down with me!"

Tang Murou's face turned pale instantly. She bit her lips and tears fell down. She looked so pitiful. However, everyone's attention was attracted by another movement.

"Miss Jiang!"

In a moment, there was a loud "bang" and Jiang Niannian had already jumped into the water, causing a wave of splashes. The water surged up and then returned to calm.

Jiang Niannian used a trick to avoid water and hurriedly looked for Yin Buqi's figure in the water.

Yin Buqi was hers, and even if he died, he would still be her ghost, and she had to take him back and bury him properly.

He is so...afraid of the cold.

We can't leave him alone in this cold water.

It was pitch black all around, with no sign of any ghosts, and it was unusually quiet.

Jiang Niannian summoned a few small spiritual fires to illuminate and observe whether there was any danger. After searching for a long time, she finally found Yin Buqi with his eyes closed in the deepest part of the river.

The evil spirits around him transformed into strands of black gas and penetrated into his body.

It didn't seem like it was eroding his body, but more like it was being swallowed by him!

In his hand he held a black iron sword, not his original one.

The scarlet sword was engraved with dense black runes, and the hilt was inlaid with an unknown stone that emitted an eerie light.

Finally, the last streak of black air disappeared, and Jiang Niannian swam over quickly.

He lay there quietly.

The beautiful face was pale and almost bloodless, and the clothes were torn, revealing countless scars.

He was like a beautiful prey caught in a spider's web.

Having lost the strength to struggle, they quietly wait for decay and death.

Jiang Niannian touched his face and burst into tears: "Don't give up... I'm here to take you home."

Who would have thought that just as Jiang Niannian hugged him, the person in her arms suddenly opened his eyes. His red pupils suddenly cracked into countless cracks, revealing a strange, cold and murderous mist, and the fire in his eyes seemed to want to devour people.

Jiang Niannian: “!”

She felt something long and thin, like a cold poisonous snake, wrapping around her neck with such force that it instantly cut off all the air.

As if hanging herself, Jiang Niannian's breathing was blocked, her face began to turn blue, and her whole body struggled constantly. The pain brought by suffocation made her despair.

My vision went dark, and I felt like I was going to die in the next second.

"If you don't give up...are you going to...kill me?"

Yin Buqi's whole body was tense, and the back of his hand holding the sword was bulging with terrifying blue veins. It seemed that it would explode in the next second. He was like a trapped beast.

Jiang Niannian smiled bitterly and kissed Yin Buqi's lips with her last bit of strength. A tear ran across the corner of her mouth and fell into his lips.

Yin Buqi was slightly shocked, and suddenly, his army was defeated.

Before the last trace of consciousness was about to dissipate, the force that was binding her neck suddenly disappeared.

All the air rushed in, and Jiang Niannian breathed in big gulps of fresh air as if she had been resurrected from the dead.

Yin Buqi hugged her as if she was holding a life-saving straw.

There was confusion in his eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "Nian Nian..."


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