The rain fell in a chaotic, swirling pattern, and everyone's hearts, like the raindrops, kept falling.
Lu Zhufeng stood up, but it was too late to stop him.
Yunmo Chuwan was firmly held back and couldn't free her hands at all.
Chu Mingcheng and Bai Jingxuan were willing but unable to help.
Xiao Wujie gently stroked the jade stone with his fingers, letting the sinister look in the eyes of the ferocious black-clad figure reach out to take his life.
Clang!
A massive, pale blue light blade shot into the sky, tearing a huge gash in the ground wherever it passed, yet it was so fast it was like a fleeting shadow, impossible to catch.
It was enveloped in a storm of rage, and it slashed fiercely at the hideous figure in black.
The purple light on the black-clad figure was almost instantly dissipated, and the sword light was so sharp that it seemed capable of tearing him apart.
"ah!"
Suddenly, the figure in black let out an extremely human-like scream. Before everyone's horrified eyes, the once tall and ferocious figure was visibly vaporized into thin air.
But the energy of the light blade was far from exhausted; it rose from the ground and soared into the sky.
The raindrops, scattered across the sky, were melted into mist by terrifying energy. As if it had eyes, it fell precisely onto the roaring black fighter jets with astonishing force.
The entire world erupted in the most terrifying and horrifying flames.
The black fighter jet, as fragile as a piece of paper, exploded with a "bang" before the crescent-shaped blade of light.
The charred wreckage, like a kite with a broken string, tore through the air and crashed downwards.
A raging storm.
The rain stopped.
The fire was as bright as day.
The whole world fell silent at that moment.
After the blank space, all eyes turned to the place where the light blade originated.
The light blades traced a path that tore open abyss-like cracks in the ground, and the torn areas were burned into scorching hot earth.
Amidst the smoke and fire, a slender figure shrouded in shadow stepped forward.
The whole world is listening to her footsteps.
She came to stand in front of Xiao Wujie.
Xiao Wujie leaned weakly on the ground, his pale, sickly face soaked with raindrops, yet his stunning beauty remained undiminished, his soaked black hair disheveled and scattered.
His lips were stained with glaring blood, and a few streaks of blood were sliding down the corners of his lips, creating a striking visual contrast between the crimson and the pale.
He pressed his hand to his abdomen, his chest rising and falling weakly, staring blankly at the figure before him. His eyes, tormented by pain, trembled with tears, as if in disbelief.
In just a second, tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was filled with endless loneliness and vulnerability, a longing that penetrated deep into his soul:
"elder sister……"
A hoarse, broken sound echoed as raindrops fell from the sky.
Chu Liyue's lightsaber was stuck in the ground, and she was shrouded in a thick shadow, as if it would devour her.
She bent down, took off her coat, and wrapped it around Xiao Wujie.
Xiao Wujie's knees scraped against the hard ground. He trembled and fell half-kneeling into Chu Liyue's arms, wrapping his arms around her neck.
Chu Liyue wrapped her arms around his waist and elbows, picked him up, and pulled him into her embrace.
Xiao Wujie coughed incessantly, the sounds from his chest muffled and painful, but his gaze remained fixed on Chu Liyue's face, which was half-shrouded in shadow.
His abdomen was visibly convulsing and trembling with pain, but he paid no heed. He tightly embraced Chu Liyue's neck, his thin body curled up against her.
It seems like this can alleviate all the pain.
Chu Liyue gently patted his shoulder with her slender hand. She lowered her head and kissed Xiao Wujie's trembling eyelashes, then pressed her lips to his blood-stained thin lips, gently licking away the sweet blood.
She said, "Can I have Lu Zhufeng hold me?"
Xiao Wujie immediately shook his head, tightened his arms around her neck, coughed painfully, but tried his best to shrink into her embrace.
She lowered her head and kissed him again, her voice gentle: "Okay, I'll hug you."
So she looked up, said nothing, and only looked at the S-class assassins.
The world has returned to its primitive state; the wind is blowing and the rain is falling.
The purple aura surrounding the S-class assassins disappeared at some point, and their eyes regained their clarity.
She had her back to the crowd, so they couldn't see her expression or her eyes.
Several S-class assassins seemed to lack the courage to even look her in the eye; without uttering a single word, they turned and fled at lightning speed.
The remaining men in black came and went like a tide.
*
The hospital was destroyed beyond recognition, and the group managed to find a usable emergency room.
On the hospital bed, Xiao Wujie lay weakly and listlessly, his head sticking out of the bedside, his cough so hoarse it made one's heart clench.
Under the bed, a pool of blood was a glaring crimson stain. His head drooped over the edge of the bed, and blood dripped continuously from his half-open mouth.
He was panting heavily, and he didn't even have the strength to turn over.
Chu Liyue's long hair was disheveled and scattered on her forehead. She hugged him and let him lie flat on the bed. Her delicate fingertips covered his lips, her knuckles taut but her touch gentle as she wiped away the bloodstains around his lips.
Amidst the sound of shattering glass, Ye Jinyu had already prepared the medicine.
Chu Liyue stood up, but her little finger was grabbed.
Xiao Wujie was drenched in cold sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead, and his pupils were almost unfocused from the pain.
He still retained a sliver of clarity, his eyes reddened at the corners, his scattered and broken gaze filled with tears.
His breath, heavy with the stench of blood, came as he struggled to breathe. "Don't go..."
A flash of silver light, and the sharp needle in Ye Jinyu's hand pierced his pale arm. He instantly clenched his teeth in pain, tilted his head back, and tears streamed down his face.
Chu Liyue's hand, hanging limply at her side, clenched so tightly that her knuckles felt like they were about to break. The cry of "Don't go" seemed to shatter all her pride, and she knelt on one knee on the ground.
She intertwined her fingers with Xiao Wujie's, gripping them tightly, and lowered her head to kiss the tears that slid down his cheeks.
She lowered her head, showering Xiao Wujie with delicate kisses on his brows, nose, and lips, her voice hoarse and indistinct:
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Xiao Wujie fainted from the pain. In the last second before he passed out, he tried his best to lift his head and lean towards Chu Liyue's lips, asking for a kiss.
Each episode of unconsciousness felt like a tug-of-war with death for him.
The struggle against death was too painful, sister; it was the last bit of courage that kept him going in his tug-of-war with death.
Chu Liyue kissed the corner of his lips, pressed her forehead against his, and closed her eyes.
I brought back the Three-Life Flower.
I'll really be able to lead you out of the darkness soon.
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