Chapter 91

Chapter 91: The Boy, with Absolute Devotion, Gently Kissed Her Lips

“Now is not the time to cry.”

Sang Nian wiped her face forcefully, forcing herself to calm down.

She took out all the healing medicines, but his jaw was clenched shut, and she couldn’t get any of them in.

Just as she was getting anxious, a young man landed gracefully, looking her up and down, his gaze strange:

“You’re Sang Yunling?”

Sang Nian blinked away her tears, recognizing him as one of the people who had fought Naga alongside Xie Chenzhou.

“Who are you?”

“I’m a”

He paused, glancing at the unconscious Xie Chenzhou, and said:

“I’m Xie Chenzhou’s former friend, Qing Gui.”

Sang Nian breathed a sigh of relief, temporarily putting aside her hostility, and continued to feed him medicine.

Qing Gui shook his head:

“It’s useless what you’re doing.”

Sang Nian: “Then what should I do?”

Qing Gui used both hands to forcefully dislocate Xie Chenzhou’s jaw.

He snatched the medicine from her hand, and without a second thought, poured it all into Xie Chenzhou’s mouth.

“Click”

He closed Xie Chenzhou’s jaw, wiping his hands in disgust:

“Done.”

Sang Nian was stunned.

“Do you have a grudge against Xie Chenzhou?” she asked.

Qing Gui glanced at her, just about to speak, when a violent demonic energy swept towards them again.

His expression turned serious, and he grabbed Xie Chenzhou:

“The demon king isn’t dead. Let’s get out of here first.”

Sang Nian hurriedly followed him on her sword.

Qing Gui saw the anxiety on her face, and his strange expression deepened.

There was a hint of jealousy in it.

The three of them flew to the beach.

Below the cliff, the waves crashed against the rocks, and white foam constantly battered the reefs.

Qing Gui casually tossed Xie Chenzhou down.

Sang Nian quickly took Xie Chenzhou’s wrist to check his pulse.

Although weak, it was still there.

She breathed a sigh of relief, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the blood from his face.

Her peripheral vision caught sight of his severed left arm, and her heart clenched painfully, her nose tingling uncontrollably.

Qing Gui saw her tears falling one by one, and suddenly let out a mocking laugh:

“I didn’t expect that he actually found someone he truly loved”

He paused, his face turning cold as he approached her step by step:

“Does he deserve it?”

Sang Nian sensed the wrong tone in his words, spread her arms to shield Xie Chenzhou, her expression alert like a small animal.

“Don’t come any closer.”

Qing Gui’s voice was filled with mockery:

“You’re really not afraid of death at all.”

Sang Nian still said:

“If you come closer, I’ll kill you.”

Upon hearing this, the hatred in Qing Gui’s eyes intensified:

“It’s not fair!”

Sang Nian watched him nervously, not responding.

Qing Gui’s expression was ferocious.

“Why? Why can he climb out of the mud?”

We’re all the same rotten people, why…

He gritted his teeth, forcing out five words from between his teeth:

“It’s not fair.”

Sang Nian’s tone was firm:

“I don’t care about your grudge. I only know that I won’t let you hurt him.”

Qing Gui’s voice was filled with malice:

“You’re so devoted to protecting him, but do you know that he’s been by your side all along, only to take your life?”

Sang Nian’s expression didn’t change:

“He won’t hurt me.”

Qing Gui glanced behind her and suddenly smiled:

“What if I told you that Xie Chenzhou is from the Shura Palace?”

Sang Nian was suddenly stunned.

Qing Gui’s smile deepened:

“You probably don’t know, but Xie Chenzhou is the young master of the Shura Palace in the Demon Realm. The first person he ever killed was his best friend, Luo Pingan.”

Luo Pingan…

The boy from the bamboo forest mist.

Sang Nian’s heart tightened.

“He’s killed so many people, countless, enough to form mountains of corpses and fill oceans of blood.”

Qing Gui said word by word:

“A creature that crawled out of hell, how can you think he’s a good person?”

“Why? Why think he’s genuine towards you?”

“He doesn’t have a heart anymore.”

Sang Nian fell silent.

After a long time, she said:

“He wasn’t a good person before.”

Qing Gui laughed:

“Yeah, how could he be considered a good person? He’s a demon who’s committed every evil under the sun, a fiend even the gods and buddhas wouldn’t tolerate.”

Sang Nian said again:

“But he’s a very, very good person now.”

Qing Gui’s laughter abruptly stopped.

“You say he doesn’t have a heart, then I’ll give him one.”

The wind howled. She raised her eyes, her gaze bright and radiant, like stars.

“He crawled out of hell, and I won’t let him fall back in.”

“I’ll catch him, I’ll always catch him.”

Qing Gui: “You”

The waves crashed against the rocks again and again, like a heartbeat, one after another.

The girl’s voice was hidden in the sound of the tides, not loud, but strangely clear:

“The gods and buddhas may not tolerate him, but I do.”

Qing Gui was completely speechless.

Sang Nian said:

“That’s my answer. Do you understand?”

Behind her, the young man’s voice was hoarse:

“…I understand.”

She was startled, followed by immense joy:

“You’re awake?!”

Just as she was about to turn around, she was suddenly embraced from behind. Her shoulder felt heavy, as if his forehead was resting on it.

“Don’t turn around,” the young man said in a hoarse voice.

The fabric on her shoulder was damp with warmth. Sang Nian pursed her lips, obediently standing still, and asked him:

“When did you wake up?”

Xie Chenzhou paused for a moment before speaking:

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Alright then.”

Soon, Xie Chenzhou released her, looked at Qing Gui, and said calmly:

“Either leave, or die.”

Qing Gui seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and left without a word.

Only Xie Chenzhou and Sang Nian remained on the cliff.

The sea breeze, carrying a hint of saltiness, ruffled Sang Nian’s hair.

She reached out to smooth it down, turned to face Xie Chenzhou, and finally saw his current appearance.

The young man’s face was pale, his black pupils almost blended with the night, and there was a faint red around his eyes.

He still looked dazed.

Sang Nian called his name softly:

“Xie Chenzhou?”

He suddenly came to his senses, looked down at her intently.

Sang Nian asked:

“Are you okay? Does your arm still… hurt?”

Xie Chenzhou touched his remaining arm with his right hand, and the wound healed visibly.

A new left arm appeared in front of her, the same as before.

Suddenly, Sang Nian tiptoed and put a sweet plum in his mouth:

“Don’t just bear the pain in silence.”

It hurt much more when the limb grew back than when it was cut off.

She had always remembered that.

Xie Chenzhou’s eyelashes fluttered.

Without warning, he took a step back.

Sang Nian was puzzled.

He took another step back, with the sea behind him.

Sang Nian’s eyelids twitched:

“What are you doing?”

Xie Chenzhou didn’t speak. He looked at her one last time, spread his arms, and fell backwards.

The wind roared in her ears.

He thought, if she came to save him, he would…

He would…

“Xie Chenzhou!”

On the edge of the cliff, a familiar figure jumped down without hesitation.

Her clothes fluttered.

“Bang”

The two of them fell into the icy sea.

Xie Chenzhou slowly sank.

Sang Nian swam towards him with all her might, grabbing his hand tightly.

She held on tightly, firmly, as if she wouldn’t let go no matter what happened.

He looked into the girl’s clear black eyes, and suddenly pulled her to his side.

In the dim light of the seabed, the young man cupped her face, and in her startled gaze, with absolute devotion, he Gently kissed her lips.

Their hair intertwined.