After saying that, he burst into laughter, as if he was going to vomit out his internal organs.
In an instant, Huo Wuyou's sword stabbed into his mouth, and with just a flick, a soft thing fell to the ground.
Blood gushed out of Xue Tingliu's mouth, but he could only shout in despair with a strange voice.
Still feeling unsatisfied, Huo Wuyou's next sword strike stabbed Xue Tingliu's crotch fiercely.
Such pain finally made him faint completely, and blood gradually spread around him.
Xue Zhiyi felt a chill all over his body, not because of Xue Tingliu's death, but because his tense heart relaxed in an instant, and his whole body felt weak.
Clang...the long sword that was already soaked in blood fell to the ground.
Huo Wuyou turned around, and his face was already covered in blood.
His eyes were red, and when he looked at Xue Zhiyi, his soft gaze was filled with dependence, and it was impossible to imagine the ruthlessness he had just shown.
Xue Zhiyi's eyes moved slightly, and he actually felt like crying.
Immediately, Huo Wuyou leaned over and picked her up. His big hands supported her lower back and head, and he buried her deeply in his arms.
It was clearly only half a day since we last met, but it was as if he had been found after much searching, so carefully and cherished it.
Huo Wuyou's bloody warmth made Xue Zhiyi feel more at ease than ever before. She then realized that she was trembling. The fear brought by death seemed to be chilling, seeping out from her bones.
"I'm sorry..." Huo Wuyou's voice was choked with sobs and buried in her neck: "I almost failed to protect you... Zhiyi, I'm sorry."
Xue Zhiyi didn't want to cry, but the bitterness in her heart rose to her throat, and she couldn't help sobbing. The feeling of surviving a disaster made her tears roll down.
Huo Wuyou untied the rope on her body, and carefully looked at the wounds on her neck and body. His eyes fell on the exposed skin under her tattered clothes and then quietly moved away.
He took off his nightgown and put it on Xue Zhiyi. His voice was still a little hoarse: "This clothes are dirty, you just deal with it first. I will take you to change into clean clothes after we go down the mountain."
At this moment, the night was hazy and the dilapidated temple was dark with only a dying candle. Huo Wuyou was facing away from the light and his face was a little blurry. Xue Zhiyi was startled and suddenly felt that Huo Wuyou's outline looked familiar, like someone he had met in his previous life.
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you away."
Huo Wuyou's voice interrupted her thoughts. It turned out that her absent-mindedness was mistaken by him as fear.
She shook her head and hugged Huo Wuyou's neck: "I'm fine."
His heart softened, Huo Wuyou covered her body more tightly with the clothes he had draped over her, grabbed her body, and carried her horizontally: "Then let's go."
Before leaving, Huo Wuyou did not forget to throw the candle on Xue Tingliu, letting the flames devour this "person" who was almost a stick bit by bit.
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