The two huddled together, letting the cool breeze blow on them for a while. Geng Qi recovered from his shock, and the person holding him stopped trembling. He rested his head on Rong Yu's shoulder and patted his back: "It's alright, I'm fine. I'm not that reckless!"
"..."
For him, severing his soul was nothing more than returning to the way he used to sleep for a few hours every day. Although encountering powerful enemies was troublesome, there were few on the entire continent who could harm him. As long as he stayed peacefully in the Demon Palace, he could rest easy.
Geng Qi pushed him away, not looking at his face, and instead grabbed his hand. He looked back at the deep pit he had punched, as if a hole had been punched through the white jade wall, with jade fragments scattered all over the ground. Luckily, he had a tough body at the Mahayana stage, otherwise, his hand would have been ruined by that punch!
Why are you smashing the wall for no reason!
It's one thing to smash the wall, but to smash it right next to his ear! He must have lost a lot of his cells from that scare!
She silently complained to herself, but holding his hand covered in red marks, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Subconsciously, she touched the red marks left by the jade, then gently blew on them. Geng Qi looked up and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Rong Yu stared at him intently. After venting his anger and being scolded in return, he calmed down and his expression softened. He explained, "I didn't mean to trade my life for his."
“I know.” Geng Qi lowered his eyes: “You did it for me.”
"..."
"The Drunken Shadow Sword Sheath was a gift from your master. Besides sealing away evil energy, it is also used to temper the spirit body. You are worried that you will become a pawn in his hands and be detrimental to me."
Since ancient times, even with a remnant soul as a foundation, it takes at least a thousand years to refine a spirit body into a complete one. For example, the consciousness of the Desolate Swamp Secret Realm has only been a wisp of consciousness for tens of thousands of years, not a spirit body. The remnant soul that resides in the Drunken Shadow Sword has enough baleful energy to temper it and has been sealed in the sword sheath for a long time. Imagine if it hadn't been stopped in time, after the tribulation, Rong Yu's physical body would have been taken over by the spirit body, and his whole body would have been corroded by baleful energy, turning him into an absolute demon. At that time, the person closest to him would become the most dangerous person.
What he could think of, Rong Yu couldn't possibly not have thought of.
Although the scabbard had other uses, it also truly suppressed the murderous aura on the sword that even Rong Yu couldn't suppress. Being able to do what they couldn't, the strength of Saint Zhifeng was unfathomable.
Perhaps Rong Yu did waver when he saw that blood-red spirit, but he was not a person who acted impulsively. He would not disperse his soul to exchange for a "stranger" who only knew how to kill. He dispersed his soul because he knew that someone would stop him. He wanted to preserve his mother's remnant soul from the Nirvana Fire and wanted to make himself no longer a threat to Geng Qi.
His soul had been fused with his mother's soul since childhood, making it much stronger than that of ordinary people. Even if a part of it dissipated, it would not cause any fundamental damage. At most, he would only be weak for a few days due to the instability of his soul.
But he never expected that this fool would sacrifice his soul to save him!
Seeing that he knew exactly what was going on and was doing this despite knowing his purpose, Rong Yu's expression, which had just calmed down, darkened again.
Geng Qi looked up and met his tense face. He immediately said, "Reason is reason, and emotion is emotion. I couldn't have thought that far ahead. By the time I realized it, it was already...it was already..."
Their souls have already been severed.
He can't just take back what he's given away!
Actually, when you think about it, it's not a big deal. Scattering your soul without any preparation is very harmful to yourself, and although cutting off your own soul is also self-harm, he doesn't think it's a big deal.
Perhaps Rong Yu thought the same thing back then.
You might not care if a scar falls on yourself, but it hurts more when it falls on someone you care about than when it hurts you.
I was forced to act against my will.
If it weren't for deep love, why would someone be willing to hurt themselves rather than bear to see another person suffer even the slightest harm?
Rong Yu's heart felt like a sailboat adrift on the waves, rising and falling, a feeling he couldn't quite describe.
On one hand, she felt heartbroken that he didn't care about himself, and on the other hand, she felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey for his sacrifices for her.
Love doesn't need to go through anything unforgettable, nor does it need to develop gradually. By the time you realize it and go looking for it, it has already taken root in your heart, and you can't control what you do anymore.
Geng Qi felt guilty. He was heartbroken when he saw Rong Yu's soul dissipate before his eyes. He could imagine how Rong Yu felt knowing that his soul had been severed. He couldn't offer any words of comfort, nor did he dare to look up at him. He murmured softly, "Actually, this is for the best. His goal was always me. Now that I'm injured, isn't it a good opportunity to lure him out... um..."
The sudden kiss forced Geng Qi to tilt his head back. His head should have hit the cold wall, but a warm hand supported the back of his head and pressed against his lips, tenderly and affectionately.
Her eyes, which had been wide open involuntarily, lowered slightly, revealing a familiar infatuation. She released the hand that had been pounding on the wall, instead climbing onto his shoulder and taking the initiative.
It was just a kiss after a short separation, yet both of them felt their hearts pounding, as if they had survived a near-death experience. The kiss deepened, as if they wanted to melt each other into their very bones.
In his hazy state, a question popped into his mind, and Geng Qi suddenly opened his eyes, "Um... wait, wait, I forgot to ask, how did you wake up?"
He cast a spell on her, which should have kept her asleep for at least ten days to half a month, so how come she woke up so quickly?
Seeing his silence, Geng Qi's eyes widened little by little. "You're wary of me? I trusted you so much, and you're actually wary of... umm..."
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