Rong Yu said, "You said if I were to die, you would die for me?"
"No."
"..."
"I will avenge you first." Geng Qi looked him straight in the eye and said, "If you die, I will dig up your grave and make sure you don't rest in peace even in death!"
As soon as he uttered the word "good," their lips met again. He kissed earnestly, rubbing his lips against the boy's, then taking them into his mouth, gently sucking and licking, his tongue exploring lightly. The boy's red lips parted slightly, and he slid in smoothly.
The phrase "suicide for love" is inherently a poignant and tragic one, but when uttered by a young man, it only evoked a sweet feeling in him.
Beneath the giant tree, the two kissed passionately, the branches above them swaying and leaves falling, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
Outside the giant tree, the cultivators who emerged from the crystal labyrinth were severely injured in the thorn forest, and people from various sects were rescuing their disciples and providing first aid.
The two emerged from behind the tree. Because of their sudden departure, Su Mo'er was somewhat concerned and kept a close eye on them. When she saw the figure and looked over, she immediately noticed the boy's noticeably redder lips.
Startled, she quickly lowered her head.
She didn't want to see it so precisely and clearly!
If she had any doubts before, now she is certain that the relationship between the two is exactly as she thought!
She thought she needed to stay away from that "junior brother"!
She lowered her head to heal her fellow disciple in front of her, pretending not to see the two people who came out from behind the tree.
Rong Yu took in her reaction, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.
Geng Qi was completely unaware of their thoughts. He was somewhat shocked by the scene before him. Not far from the thorn forest, a group of people were meditating and adjusting their breathing. It wasn't that they insisted on gathering together, but they were too badly injured to go too far.
Those thorny vines are all highly poisonous. Some people only suffer scratches, while others are wounded so deep that the bone is visible. Their clothes are more or less torn and stained with blood. Those who are poisoned will turn bluish-purple in mild cases, and in severe cases, their lives may be in danger.
Of those who emerged from the 'maze,' the only ones with the least injuries were the members of the Yi Ling Sect; almost all of them were completely unharmed.
Thinking of how harmoniously they had gotten along with the thorn vines before, Geng Qi was surprised and walked towards the person he had encountered earlier.
The man in the green robe was staring at the seriously injured person, his brows furrowed and his eyes seemingly puzzled.
"So? This is the thing you called a spirit. Do you still think I'm cruel?"
The sudden voice brought him back to his senses, and the green-robed man turned his head to look at the boy who had appeared beside him.
Geng Qi said, “All things have spirits, but once they have intelligence, they will have desires. The desire of the withered blood vine is to eat human blood. Since you can communicate with them, you naturally do not know how terrible they are. Since you cannot harm yourselves, you will never understand the fear of others.”
Even now, seeing these people in pain, they might not truly empathize with them.
The man in green robes looked at the person meditating on the ground again, but did not refute it. His eyes, which had been empty for a long time, gradually showed a hint of confusion.
"Also, all people are the same when they're alive. If I hear you say anything bad about him again, I'll burn you!"
he?
The man frowned and tilted his head slightly.
The boy's tone was extremely calm, and his gaze was elsewhere, as if he were not speaking a threat, but rather chatting with someone.
The girl behind the man scoffed in dissatisfaction, "You... ah!"
A flame ignited before her eyes, and the girl's angry face instantly turned deathly pale.
Geng Qi asked with a smile, "What's your name?"
Because he acted so quickly, the green-robed man hadn't even recovered his senses. He hadn't taken the boy's threats to heart, but now he couldn't help but look at him a few more times and said in a deep voice, "Ji Rong."
“Senior Ji Rong.” Geng Qi raised an eyebrow: “Now that only your Yi Ling Sect members have crossed the thorn forest without suffering any damage, you have probably become the target of everyone’s criticism. I urge Senior Ji Rong to take care of yourself.”
"..."
Geng Qi glanced at the girl behind him again, and seeing her shrink warily behind the man, he gently curled his lips and turned to leave.
Ji Rong followed the boy's gaze and saw him walk towards another person. He changed his domineering demeanor from what he had shown in front of them and hugged him affectionately, whispering, "He said his name is Ji Rong. Do you know him?"
Rong Yu replied seriously, "I don't know him."
Ji Rong: "..."
The two of them never mentioned them again.
Geng Qi lingered on Rong Yu for a while, then, seeing the busy young man on the right side of the crowd, he felt a little guilty and got up to help.
The disciples of Tianzhi Sect did not suffer heavy casualties. After the poison was removed, only external injuries needed to be treated. Squatting down in front of several familiar faces, Geng Qi took out a bottle of pills from his storage bracelet and distributed them to the group.
"Thank you, Changyi... Uncle-Master."
He pronounced the title in two parts, perhaps because he himself felt awkward using it. Geng Qi laughed and said, "We're not in the sect, why be so formal? Just call me Changyi."
This person was Gao Yao.
He was stabbed in the arm and shoulder, and the wounds have not yet been treated.
Geng Qi waved to the other side and said, "Qing...Qing, give me some of the 'medicine' in your hand."
Qinghan: "..."
He really dislikes this title.
Geng Qi didn't care about anything else. He took the medicine and prepared to help apply it, but when he opened the box, he couldn't help but tease, "Now it really is like applying ointment."
"..."
Gao Yao didn't respond, but someone behind him said, "What plaster? This is blood-clotting powder, a holy medicine for healing injuries! You're the one putting on plaster!"
Geng Qi subconsciously said, "I'm not injured, why would I need to apply ointment?"
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