The two fought fiercely, and Xi Zhao's sword had already hurt Xue Sha's cheek, leaving a cut and bleeding red.
Qi Yan, who didn't want to see the two get hurt, became even more anxious. He didn't care how they fought, jumped down from the tree and used his inner strength to stab them.
"Stop fighting, both of you!"
Xi Zhao and Xue Sha saw someone suddenly come in, and they quickly suppressed their inner strength and tried their best to stop the swords that were about to fly out.
"Are you an idiot!" Xuesha saw clearly that the person coming was Qi Yan, and shouted angrily: "If I hadn't stopped just now, you would be dead now!"
Qi Yan was stunned by the shouting, and his feet moved towards Xizhao unconsciously: "I'm worried because I see you two fighting! Look, your face is bleeding..."
"Nonsense! Getting injured during sparring is a small matter. Who allowed you to insert yourself like this?!"
Qi Yan hung his head and sighed. With his remaining eyes, he saw that the cloth on Xizhao's arm was also torn, and blood stained the moon-white clothes red: "Ah, you are bleeding too... Why are you fighting so hard! What's the good of killing each other?"
"Suzaku! Go back to the Demon Sect!" Xuesha said, "Don't make trouble here!"
"Can't we just talk it out nicely?" Qi Yan tried to save the situation: "There is no deep hatred between you two. Even if you kill each other, what can you do?"
Xi Zhao's indifferent eyes fell on him. After a long time, he swung his sword at Qi Yan.
"Get out of the way."
Qi Yan looked at the sharp sword facing him in disbelief. The silver light reflected from the sword seemed to want to drill into his eyes.
"You... want to kill me?" With a trembling voice, Qi Yan took a step back: "I won't get out of the way."
Xi Zhao frowned slightly: "Get out of the way, this matter has nothing to do with you."
Xi Zhao had said this, which meant that no matter how much hatred he had with the Demon Cult, it would not involve Qi Yan.
A trace of relief flashed in Xue Sha's eyes. He took two steps forward and pulled Qi Yan behind him.
"Go back to the Demon Sect!" Xue Sha shouted, "This matter has nothing to do with you, don't meddle in other people's business!"
Qi Yan ignored Xue Sha's words, but looked straight at Xi Zhao and said, "Are you really... going to kill me?"
When he pointed the sword at him, his heart, which was beating wildly, seemed to be frozen by frost and couldn't breathe.
Even if... it was fake, even if it was a provocation to make him leave, Qi Yan couldn't accept it. The person he liked pointed the sword at him... What a heartbreaking moment.
Xi Zhao turned his head away as if to escape.
Qi Yan felt a little cold in his heart, but he knew that this was not Xi Zhao's original intention. But even so, he couldn't just leave like this and let Xue Sha and Xi Zhao fight to the death.
Xue Sha was his relative and brother, and Xi Zhao was the man he liked. If anything happened to either of them, he would be the one who suffered the most.
Qi Yan didn't know what to do. How could he stop it? How could he stop it?
At this time, a member of the Demon Cult came running from a distance, covered in blood, panting heavily, and obviously injured.
"Master! The Azure Dragon Protector was ambushed by the Wulin Alliance and is now seriously injured! He is in a coma!"
Xue Sha's eyes widened: "What?!"
"Master, the Wulin Alliance has backup, they are from the imperial court! There must be tens of thousands of troops outside the mountains and forests waiting to encircle our Demon Cult!"
Qi Yan was stunned, and looked at Xi Zhao in disbelief, and found that Xi Zhao was also frowning at this time, with confusion in his eyes.
"Xi Zhao, you despicable villain!" Xue Sha shouted angrily, raised his sword and prepared to fight Xi Zhao.
Xi Zhao took a step back and distanced himself from him: "Don't talk nonsense."
Qi Yan grabbed Xue Sha at the right time and said: "Brother, listen to what he has to say first!"
"Why should I listen to his explanation!" Xue Sha looked at Qi Yan, his eyes full of anger: "Qing Long is in danger now, and you are still speaking for outsiders?"
Thinking of Qing Long, Qi Yan was also afraid. His eyes were red and he said: "I am also worried about Qing Long... but..."
"Then there is no 'but'!" Xue Sha waved Qi Yan away.
Qi Yan was pushed by the angry Xue Sha and staggered. He was tripped by the thick tree roots and fell to the ground. His palm was scratched and bright red blood flowed out.
He took a breath of pain, and Qi Yan ignored the wound on his hand and rushed towards Xue Sha again.
When Xi Zhao saw Qi Yan's wound, he was shocked. Seeing that he was still trying to stop him, he said to Xue Sha, "I don't know what happened. I'll stop today and give you an explanation after I find out the whole story."
After saying that, Xi Zhao turned around and left.
Qi Yan's mind flashed: the imperial army... the imperial court? Leng Daiyi!
"Brother, it's Leng Daiyi!" Qi Yan shouted, "She was the one who sneaked into the Demon Cult and told me that you guys were going to fight here..."
Xi Zhao, who hadn't left yet, felt his ears move and turned around quickly, "Leng Daiyi?"
"Yes, that's it..."
"So what if it's me?"
A familiar female voice suddenly came from the forest next to them. Xue Sha, Qi Yan and Xi Zhao all looked over. Leng Daiyi, dressed in a tight outfit, was holding a long sword and walked towards the three of them in a heroic manner .
Xi Zhao's eyes were filled with displeasure and coldness, "Miss Leng, what do
you mean?" Leng Daiyi sneered, "Don't you know what I mean? Xi Zhao, I'm helping you."
I hate this kind of self-righteous people the most. Xi Zhao frowned: "I never need your help. If Miss Leng is not ready to withdraw her troops, it will be a challenge to the status of our Wulin League. We will definitely do our best to kill her."
Leng Daiyi's eyes flashed, and she suddenly raised her head and pointed the long sword in her hand at Qi Yan.
"You are doing this for him, right?! What's so good about this man? He is just a man! Even if you are together, what will happen? Who will accept it? You will still hide like rats for the rest of your lives!"
Xi Zhao and Xue Sha took two steps forward at the same time and blocked Qi Yan.
"You are so insolent, woman!" A trace of coldness flashed across Xuesha's eyes: "Do you really think that there is no one in my Demon Cult?"
"The Demon Cult leader Xuesha..." Leng Dainiao's face showed a trace of contempt: "Although she has not done many evil things, she has really buried the reputation of the previous leader and turned this huge Demon Cult into a business."
Xuesha: "You are really-"
"Don't be impulsive." Xizhao's voice was light, with a trace of vigilance: "She has the court behind her."
A gleam of success suddenly flashed in Leng Dainiao's eyes, and the arc of her mouth showed her good mood.
"While you two are chatting, you should take care of your body first."
Hearing her words, Qi Yan cried out in his heart that something was wrong. Before he could say anything, a sharp pain suddenly came from his back, the pain was suffocating!
He felt that the temperature of his whole body was draining away, as if the blood was sucked dry. At this moment, he was just a dry body.
Qi Yan wanted to speak, but he couldn't. He could no longer hear any sound in his ears. All he could see was the scene of Xuesha and Xizhao running towards him in panic. Then, he was held in Xizhao's arms. He was shouting something, but Qi Yan couldn't hear it at all...
It really... It hurts.
Unable to breathe, Qi Yan still has a lot to say, but he can't say it, so anxious...
Tears rolled down his eyes, Qi Yan looked at Xi Zhao, stretched out his hand, wanted to touch him, but his face seemed like the moon in the sky, Qi Yan didn't have the strength enough...
- What should I do, there are still a lot of things I want to say...
Xi Zhao held him tightly in his arms, held his hand, and said something to him...
He couldn't feel any of this.
I don't know... what it feels like to be in the arms of the person you love.
A tear rolled down Xi Zhao's eyes and fell on his face...
What should that feel like? Cold, right...
[The male protagonist's favorability towards Qi Yan +10, current favorability: 100]
[Is the host leaving the world? ]
Qi Yan felt that he was numb...
Is he going to die?
"System, am I going to die..."
Qi Yan asked in his heart.
[If the host leaves this world, he will not die. ]
"What if I stay?"
There are still many things I want to say.
[Everything depends on human effort. ]
This sentence is very meaningful.
After a long time, Qi Yan's eyes went black, and he could no longer see the faces of Xi Zhao and Xue Sha.
"I want to stay... even if I die."
[Do you want to leave this world immediately? ]
——No.