Before Gu Xingyun had time to feel uncomfortable, he noticed the violent trembling eyes of the person opposite him.
The tip of Wen Yue's sword shifted slightly. Perhaps because he didn't sense any attack, Yan Huailiu planned to retract the sword and leave.
His face looked unusually calm. He hadn't said a word since he killed the monster, and he didn't even want to give anyone an extra glance.
Gu Xingyun observed carefully. After the Moon Sword left the fatal range, he stepped forward decisively and tried to support Yan Huailiu: "Master, are you okay?"
“Puff—”
The sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh was heard.
Gu Xingyun looked down in surprise, and his first reaction was not pain, but coldness.
The sword that pierced through his shoulder was covered with his blood, which dripped down drop by drop.
The jade-like hand on the hilt relaxed slightly, then tightened its grip again, pulled out the sword with force and threw it to the ground.
"Cough, cough cough..."
At this moment, pain spread throughout his limbs and bones. Gu Xingyun couldn't tell whether the pain came from his heart or his body.
He knelt on the ground, ignoring the bleeding wound, and raised his head stubbornly to look at Yan Huailiu.
Besides grievance, there was also resentment, and that inexplicable complex emotion, all transformed into a question: "Master, are you going to kill me?"
His clothes were almost completely soaked with blood, and he looked extremely disheveled.
Gu Xingyun's lips trembled. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and struggled to get up. He walked step by step to Yan Huailiu and asked through gritted teeth, "Have I ever done anything to let Master down in all these years? Why... Yan Huailiu, why do you treat me like this?"
Even at this time, he didn't dare to raise his voice.
The last sentence was so soft that it was almost inaudible, as if he was afraid of disturbing Yan Huailiu.
"Why do you treat me like this..."
His hands were covered in blood. He grabbed Yan Huailiu's sword-holding hand and pressed it firmly against his wound: "Master, the sword is deflected. I won't die. You should..."
He tore open his clothes and pulled Yan Huailiu's hand down until it was pressed against his heart.
He used his blood-soaked body and his trembling hand as a cage to imprison Yan Huailiu's icy fingertips.
"Master, you should stab right here, through the heart."
Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he smiled bitterly: "Master is so powerful, this disciple has absolutely no room to resist..."
Yan Huailiu's whole state was not right. He pulled his hand back effortlessly, as if he couldn't hear anything.
Then he glanced at Gu Xingyun, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, and turned away without any reluctance.
Gu Xingyun suddenly panicked: "Master, don't leave me!"
He could die at Yan Huailiu's hands, but he could not be abandoned by this man, absolutely not.
He took two quick steps, enduring the severe pain and trying to catch up with Yan Huailiu, but he stopped when he passed Wen Yue.
After hesitating for a moment, he immediately wiped the blood off his hands on his body, found a small piece of clean cloth from his dirty clothes, tore it off, and carefully picked up the Wen Yue Sword on the ground.
Then he followed Yan Huailiu's footsteps.
There was no longer any calculation in his tone, and his eyes were full of caution.
He held the Moon-Questioning Sword in his hand and handed it to Yan Huailiu with almost pious attitude: "Master, I didn't touch it with my hands. I remember everything you said. I didn't touch the Moon-Questioning Sword, so it's still clean. Master, please take it..."
"Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said such nonsense. I won't do it again next time."
"Master, please don't treat me like this... I know I was wrong."
He was afraid that Yan Huailiu would not want him.
He couldn't stand Yan Huailiu's look.
So cold, as if... this world has nothing to do with him.
It's as if he doesn't belong to this world.
Yan Huailiu walked along the road like a puppet, and no matter what Gu Xingyun said, he did not respond.
The road always has an end.
Soon, the people discovered the two people.
The unusually strong smell of blood on the two men almost scared people to death. The young boy quickly let go of his grandfather's hand, turned around and ran towards the crowded area, shouting as he ran: "Hurry up! Immortal Lord Wangyue and Immortal Lord are back! They are injured!"
The people who had been waiting for news gathered around with concern, and when they saw the appearance of the two men, they were scared to the point of crying.
"Ouch! Why is there so much blood? What should I do?"
"My Lord, are you okay? If that evil spirit was difficult to deal with, we wouldn't have dealt with it. How did you get injured like this?"
"Little Immortal, you're still bleeding! Quick, go get Doctor Chen from the clinic to take a look..."
"What a terrible ordeal! If we had known, we would have followed him. Why would we be afraid of him? Each of us with a hoe can beat those evil creatures to death. Immortal Lord, Immortal Lord, where are you hurt?"
…
A group of people were talking about it with concern.
Perhaps the road was blocked by this group of people, Yan Huailiu stopped and did not answer. He just glanced around indifferently, found a place that was not cordoned off, and planned to continue walking.
Gu Xingyun had stopped chattering. He held Wen Yue tightly and had no intention of answering questions. His eyes were fixed on the figure that was gradually leaving.
Suddenly, someone touched my arm gently, and when I turned around, I saw an extremely anxious face.
Seeing that he didn't move, the old man pushed him forward a few steps and said, "Little Immortal Lord, don't just stand there. Take Immortal Lord Wangyue back to the inn first."
Gu Xingyun seemed to wake up from a dream and nodded repeatedly: "Oh, oh okay."
He was like a child who needed directions. He found courage from these strangers and almost ran to catch up with Yan Huailiu, putting his trembling hand on his arm.
Not pushed away, nothing.
Gu Xingyun's nose felt sore, and he immediately tightened his grip a little: "Master, let's go back to the inn together, okay?"
Yan Huailiu was led forward by him, still without saying a word.
Someone in the inn had already prepared hot water and clean clothes, and came forward as soon as they saw them come in.
"My Lord, can you let Doctor Chen take a look at your injuries? He's very skilled..."
Doctor Chen came over with a medicine box on his back and frowned at Yan Huailiu: "Oh, how did you become like this? Immortal Lord, please stretch out your hand and let me check it for you and see if there is any medicine that can be used."
Yan Huailiu put his hands behind his back almost instantly and looked at him with blinking eyes.
Doctor Chen was stunned and looked at Gu Xingyun beside him for help: "Little Immortal Lord, this, this..."
Gu Xingyun reluctantly replied, "Thank you, doctor, but no need. I have some medicine here."
Doctor Chen breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good. Your medicine is definitely better than mine. You don't have to see me. Go wash up and change your clothes. I'll be here today. If you need help, just shout."
Gu Xingyun thanked him again and helped Yan Huailiu back to the room.
Inside the house, steam was rising from the large bathtub that had just been prepared.
Gu Xingyun closed the door and placed the Wen Yue Sword on the table. His face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss.
But he couldn't care about himself and asked carefully: "Master, can I help you bathe first?"
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