Jiang Zhige frowned. The pair of bloody hands was truly heartbreaking to see.

"Mr. Jiang"

Qi Muyao was a little dazed. She thought Jiang Zhige had already left Qinghe Village.

"Master Jiang, your silver ingots are enough for Mu Yao to live for several months, but, but."

Qi Muyao hesitated to speak. A silver ingot was indeed a blessing for her. It could keep her from worrying about food for several months, but she couldn't become lazy or even give up embroidery because of it.

Jiang Zhige's expression eased a little after hearing this and he sighed softly.

He wanted to give Qi Muyao a lifetime of luxury, but given Qi Muyao's personality, she would definitely not accept such a reward without any merit.

Although Qi Muyao seems to be self-deprecating and sensitive, she actually has some self-esteem, otherwise she would have chosen to commit suicide due to the bad words from others instead of embroidering all day to support herself.

"This is all I can do. If I don't embroider, I, I..."

Qi Muyao lowered her head and dared not say anything more, for fear of causing Jiang Zhige's anger by disobeying him.

Jiang Zhige was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Qi Muyao was blind and covered with scars. Not only could she not do many things, but she would also be looked down upon when she went out. She didn't even have anyone to talk to. What else could she do if she didn't embroider? Thinking of this, Jiang Zhige sighed again and said softly, "Miss Muyao, you don't have to be so hesitant in front of me in the future. Just speak directly."

Qi Muyao nodded hurriedly, but still looked timid.

"Well, let me tell you a story."

"Tell a story?"

Qi Muyao had some doubts, but more of curiosity.

Jiang Zhige walked up to sit next to Qi Muyao and said thoughtfully, "Yes, the name of the story is The Legend of Liang Zhu."

So, he began to tell Qi Muyao a long love story.

When the story was over, Jiang Zhige thought Qi Muyao would feel regretful or moved, but unexpectedly, her expression only showed a hint of envy.

"Master Jiang, your story is unrealistic. How can two mortals turn into butterflies and depend on each other?"

Qi Muyao smiled and shook her head. Having said that, she was really envious.

Even without the mythological elements, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai loved each other deeply until their death, but she had never felt what love was.

Jiang Zhige laughed in silence, shook his head and said with emotion: "Miss Muyao, your opinion is really unique."

Qi Muyao did not answer. She clenched the embroidered doll in her hand, as if she was thinking about something.

After a long while, Qi Muyao finally mustered up the courage to express her gratitude: "Mr. Jiang, thank you very much. Today is the happiest day of my life."

It was a blessing for her to be able to talk to someone like her.

Jiang Zhige not only did that, he also told her stories and treated her like a friend. This was a tenderness she had never felt before.

Jiang Zhige felt relieved. After spending some time together, Qi Muyao was no longer timid in front of him.

"Miss Muyao, have you ever thought about removing your scars?"

Jiang Zhige told Qi Muyao such a long story, one reason was that he wanted Qi Muyao to experience the fun other than embroidery, and the other was that he wanted to dispel her vigilance so that he could give her a medicinal bath to remove her scars.

Qi Muyao became flustered again upon hearing this, and thought Jiang Zhige was mocking her.

"Don't think too much. I mean I can remove your scars. It just depends on whether you are willing or not."

If he were in his peak state, Jiang Zhige could make Qi Muyao whole again with a wave of his hand. But now that her essence is damaged, he has no choice but to use the medicinal bath.

After the scar was healed, only the eye injury remained. However, Qi Muyao's eye injury seemed to be deliberately blinded by some kind of magic. If there was no special antidote to remove this magic, he could only find other ways to break through the magic.

With Jiang Zhige's current strength, the fastest way to heal his eye injury is with elixirs.

He had both the medicinal materials and the skills to make pills, but he lacked the spiritual energy required to make pills. To make pills that ignored the natural world, one needed spiritual energy that at least reached the holy realm.

After these words were spoken, Qi Muyao stood there in a daze, his face full of disbelief.

There are few women in the world who don't love beauty. Moreover, these hideous scars have caused her to suffer countless rumors and gossips, so that she dares not deal with people.

If scars can really be removed, I would be more than happy to do it. Why would I be willing to do it?

However, these scars have been scabbed for a long time, and it is a bit troublesome for immortals to remove them. Why is Jiang Zhige willing to help himself?

"Mr. Jiang, why are you...?"

In the past, Qi Muyao could still think that Jiang Zhige was kind, but this time she really couldn't find any reason. If she asked him if he had any plans against her, he had no plans at all.

"It's just a small favor. Besides, I'm a kind-hearted person, so why would I need too many reasons?"

Jiang Zhige doesn't have anything important to do now, so why not do it?

Qi Muyao was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and then suddenly knelt down on the ground, pretending to kowtow to Jiang Zhige.

"What is this for?"

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly and used a bit of spiritual power to support Qi Muyao.

"Sir, how can Mu Yao repay such a kindness?"

Qi Muyao's eyes were filled with tears and her voice was choked with sobs.

For her, whether Jiang Zhige can really remove the scars or not, she deserves his praise.

Qi Muyao had lived for sixteen years, but she didn't even have a single friend, let alone receive such kindness. Jiang Zhige thought that what he did was just a small favor, but it was a ray of light in her cold winter night.

"Living well is the greatest reward you can give me."

Jiang Zhige's eyes were filled with disappointment and he felt mixed emotions.

Even if he were to return to Xuan Cang and start over again, and introduce many policies that are better than the coexistence of immortals and mortals, it would not change the fact that there are still many people in the world who live in the trough.

The so-called world peace and everyone becoming an immortal is nothing but a joke.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhige was suddenly startled.

He was just a time traveler who hadn't experienced much, why did he have these thoughts? Shouldn't he think about how to enjoy life now? "Is it the effect of the rewritten memory? Or is it the system's fault?"

Thinking about the many strange things that happened before, Jiang Zhige became more and more terrified.

Sensing that the atmosphere was a little strange, Qi Muyao couldn't help but ask, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Zhige pondered for a moment, and found that he could not find any answer. He sighed and said, "It's okay, Miss Muyao. I will prepare a medicinal bath for you now to remove the scars."

Outside the heaven, in endless chaos.

At this moment, a strange black fog shrouded the chaos, causing the nearby universe to gradually distort and deteriorate.

If any living being dares to approach, even if it does not look directly at it, it will lose itself in an instant and become something that does not belong to the world order.

"Yes, in just a few days, you can notice something strange about yourself."

"But it's a pity, it's really a pity, there is only a hundred years left."