Chapter 1: Don't be too kind
Xiang Beichen stared at the figure lying in the shadow at the corner of the corridor for a full five minutes.
Normally, if you see someone injured and bleeding on the ground, you should call an ambulance immediately, or at least call the police, or at least give him first aid.
But Xiang Beichen just stood there, considering whether to leave this man there or to take the trouble to drag him back to his apartment.
Of course, she had a reason for thinking so.
Because the person who fell down seemed... seemed... probably not human.
She squatted down with the garbage bag in her hand and looked carefully at the figure lying in the shadow of the corridor.
A tall and slender figure - probably a man, with black hair covering his face, and a liquid that looked like blood spread all over his body and gathered in a small pool behind him.
Why do we say suspected? Because the liquid is golden yellow.
Although the appearance is similar to that of humans, the blood color of humans is not golden, right?
Xiang Beichen's face remained calm, but she actually knew that she had spent a full five minutes suppressing the urge to scream.
So, what should we do?
Xiang Beichen's intuition told her that getting close to this guy would bring her great trouble. For her own good, she'd better immediately forget everything she saw as an illusion, go home, cook her own meals, and surf the Internet. Then everything would return to normal.
Xiang Beichen thought for a while, stood up and left.
The injured man in the shadows remained motionless, his eyes gleaming amidst his black hair, and a mocking smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.
It seems that the man did not lose consciousness due to his injuries.
Strangely, before the injured man could even retract the smile on his lips, Xiang Beichen came back. She squatted down again, then stood up again, and walked around the injured man half a circle, as if she didn't know where to start to lift him up.
"Hey, you're back again."
A teasing chuckle came out of the injured man's mouth, which scared Beichen so much that he jumped three feet high. Then he looked at the man steadily and patted his chest.
"You, you are awake."
"You're conscious, but you can't move your body. Why did you come back?"
"Huh?" Beichen tilted his head. "I didn't say I was leaving. I was just going to take out the trash. It's not easy to do things with a trash bag, right?"
The corner of the injured person's mouth seemed to twitch.
Beichen squatted down towards him again and grinned.
"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
"A hospital...? Is it a place where people's bodies are repaired? ...No, there's no need to go. They can't cure me."
"Then I can only pick you up first."
Beichen bent down as he spoke, lifted the man's arm, and placed it on his shoulder.
"Just bear with me for a moment. My house is on the first floor, just a few steps away."
The injured person leaning on Beichen didn't say anything, but just stared at her profile with an emotionless look and said "hmm" softly.
An hour later, Beichen finally treated his wounds with the first aid kit at home - there were more than fifty skin injuries all over his body, it was really a miracle that he didn't die.
The injured person lay on Beichen's bed, watching her wiping the blood-stained floor nearby with a rag, sweating profusely.
After a long while, he spoke.
"May I have your name?"
"Ah?" Beichen raised his head from the basin. "My name is Xiang Beichen, what's yours?"
The man turned his head to the side, revealing his pretty face under his bangs.
"You want to know my full name?"
"Ah...if you can, you'd better tell me. It's convenient to call me that."
"hehe."
He laughed softly, and his chest, which was bandaged but still had curves visible, rose and fell with his laughter.
"Well, since you've even seen the parts of my body I shouldn't be seeing, it's okay for me to tell you my full name. My name is, Demonic Sword, Xiaxue, Jiuyao, Xingmaizhong. Thank you for saving my life, Beichen."
"...What what?! I didn't look at anything I shouldn't have! You do have a great figure, but I really didn't see anything! I was just trying to bandage your wound!"
Beichen's face flushed instantly, and he frantically waved his hands to explain, and then—
"Wait, what's your name?"
"Magic Sword·Xiaxue·Jiuyao·Xingvein Seed. You can call me Xiaxue, that's my contract name."
...Isn't this name too weird?
Even foreigners would not choose such a long and weird name.
Then Beichen smiled bitterly and shook his head: No matter how strange it is, is it as strange as the color of his blood?
The man on the bed, Xiaxue, turned his head to look at her, who was surprised, smiled bitterly, and shook his head, and then laughed again.
"Is this really okay? Putting a stranger in your own home? If your parents come, how are you going to explain it to them?"
"I don't have any parents."
To Xiaxue's surprise, Beichen quickly changed the subject and his expression suddenly turned cold.
Xiaxue raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
"...Do you live alone?"
"Is there a problem?" Beichen turned around and glared at him, feeling somewhat insecure. "If you dare to say the room is too small or the bed is not clean, I will kick you out immediately!"
"I see. You're feeling down about how small your place is and...the sheets haven't been washed in a while."
"...What, what are you doing? I've recently taken on a part-time job and I'm exhausted as a dead dog. I don't have time to wash! I saved you out of good intentions, so you can't be so disgusted with me—"
"Hey, hey, I didn't say anything. You're the one who's been confessing everything."
Xiaxue looked at the girl in front of him with amusement, stamping her feet and blushing, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider.
Then he continued to ask.
"What about your lover? If he knew that his girlfriend rescued such a handsome guy and brought him into his home, he would definitely die of shame."
"Where does your arrogance and narcissism come from?"
Beichen looked at Xiaxue with a frown on his face - although he was indeed very handsome: his medium-length black hair, sharp sword-like eyebrows, golden eagle eyes, and beautifully shaped lips formed a resolute and handsome face, coupled with his well-proportioned and powerful body that was obviously well-trained. Even though he was lying in bed covered in injuries, he still looked like a natural king.
Noticing that his gaze had drawn a teasing smile from the other party, Beichen coughed with a red face.
"I don't have a boyfriend either, so you don't have to worry about that."
"Oh? What about your friends? They won't allow you to pick up strangers?"
"I said, are you here to check the household registration?"
Beichen rolled his eyes at him helplessly, then chuckled again.
"I don't have any particularly close friends, so don't worry about me getting into any trouble because of you. Just focus on recovering from your injuries."
"No way? You don't have any relatives or friends at all. Your life is really miserable."
“…”
Beichen turned his head and bit his lip.
"Okay," Xiaxue blinked and moved his left arm, which was not seriously injured.
"One last question, why did you save me?"
"Do I have to answer?"
"Well, I'd really like to know the answer."
Beichen sighed softly, then looked at the man lying on the bed with a serious expression.
"...because seeing you lying on the ground...it reminded me of my past self, that's it."
“…”
Xiaxue stared at her silently for a while, then suddenly sat up from the bed.
"Hey, what are you doing! You don't care about your injury—"
Beichen stopped yelling halfway. The other party was moving his arms calmly, and didn't look injured at all.
"Xiaxue, you lied to me?! What do you have..."
Before the word "purpose" came out of her mouth, the tall eagle-eyed man had already walked up to Beichen and snapped his fingers at her.
"You've passed, Beichen. But you're too weak to use me now."
"What?"
Seeing that Beichen was both angry and confused, Xiaxue leaned over, chuckled and touched her head.
"Since you don't have any relatives or friends, you won't have much attachment to this place, so I don't need to worry about anything. So, first of all, work hard to grow up and become a Lingwusi worthy of me."
“—Huh?”
Then, when Beichen was still trying to think about what his words meant, Xiaxue snapped his fingers again. In an instant, the whole room was occupied by the white light that shot out and spread from his fingertips, and Beichen's figure disappeared without a trace in that instant.
In the last second before losing consciousness, the only thought in poor Beichen's mind was:
As a person, you can’t be too kind!
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