After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 64
Chapter 64: Only Let Niannian Carry Me
The sharp, icy sword in Wen Shili’s hand stabbed into the black fog without hesitation.
This strike had already hit Ye Linyuan’s weak point, and from within the black fog came several coughs laced with blood.
“You’d better protect him well, then. I’d like to see if you can guard him for a while—will you be able to guard him for a lifetime? Hahaha—hahaha—”
Blood sprayed out wildly, splattering bright red across the scene. The scent of blood filled the air, damp with the iron taste of rust, only to vanish in an instant.
And along with it, the imposing demon army had also disappeared.
“If my ears aren’t playing tricks on me, that Demon Lord just mentioned something about a disciple’s resurrection and ruin of reputation…”
“You heard correctly. I heard it loud and clear in both ears.”
“I have a bold theory—could it be that Jiang Ziyou died once before and that True Monarch Qinghe used some forbidden technique to bring him back? And then the Demon Lord stumbled upon it? Good heavens, the more I think about it, the scarier it gets!”
“Forbidden technique for resurrection? I’ve never heard of it.”
Jiang Niannian perked up her ears.
A forbidden technique for resurrection?
It wasn’t mentioned in the book!
“Just because you’ve never heard of it doesn’t mean True Monarch Qinghe doesn’t know it. He’s lived a hundred years longer than we have, after all.”
Everyone present looked toward Wen Shili in unison.
Wen Shili simply stood there, cold and aloof, in his white robe, as untouchable as a deity.
Hearing the cultivators’ whispers, he raised his lashes, revealing a pair of cool, indifferent eyes that glanced at them lightly.
The cultivators immediately fell silent, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Once he turned away, one cultivator whispered, “We’re standing so far away and speaking so softly. How did he even hear us?”
Other cultivators: “…”
If you had reached the Mahayana stage, it’d be hard ‘not’ to hear.
Jiang Ziyou wore a proud expression.
“Did you see? It was my master who defeated the Demon Lord!”
Yin Ci was just about to argue when he saw Yin Buqi fall straight down from the sky, his red robes billowing in the wind like a blaze of fire.
“Brother Yin!” Yin Ci instinctively reached out to catch him but tripped over Coal Ball at his feet and landed face-first in a heap of demon soil.
Yin Ci: “…F*ck!”
Coal Ball seemed to realize its mistake, raising its dirt-covered face with a pitiful expression: “Awooo~ Sorry, Ball Ball was wrong.”
Watch my super-cute charm!
Don’t ask, just know I learned it from Cha Cha Dad.
Meanwhile, Jiang Niannian quickly formed a spell, summoning dozens of vines from the ground to form a cradle that gently caught Yin Buqi and lowered him slowly.
Only after she exhaled a sigh of relief did she rush over to check on him.
He was unconscious, muttering incoherently.
His injuries were severe, and although the Spider lily flower still adorned his chest, Jiang Niannian had a faint feeling it wasn’t a good thing.
She reached out to cover it with his clothes.
“Niannian…Niannian…”
She held him, soothing him gently.
“I’m here. It’s all right.”
But she didn’t notice Tang Murou watching from not far away, her gaze contemplative.
“Master!”
Jiang Ziyou saw Wen Shili approach and buried himself into his embrace, hugging his waist and resting his forehead against his robe with intimate affection.
“Master, did you really kill the Demon Lord?”
Wen Shili shook his head.
“No. He escaped, but he’s severely wounded and will surely find a hidden place to recuperate for a few years. He won’t be a threat for a while.”
Yin Ci, who had just gotten up from the ground, saw this scene and felt a shiver.
Since he was young, he had always thought that whenever his senior spoke to their master, he sounded like he was cooing, which gave him goosebumps all over.
He didn’t know why.
He only knew that when his senior spoke to him, it went something like this:
“Junior Brother, Master says to always act with righteousness…”
“Oh, time to eat.”
“Junior Brother, you’re right.”
But when his senior spoke to their master, it went like this:
“Master, when are you going to teach me new sword techniques? You’re amazing, Master! I can’t sleep well without you. Hehe, you’re the best, Master.”
Although he felt uncomfortable, he couldn’t say he wasn’t a bit envious.
Senior Brother Jiang may have been an orphan, but Master treated him very well.
He himself, even though he was the young master of the Rimuli sect, had been left alone at Qinggu Peak by his parents since he was a child, rarely visited, and treated by Master as indifferently as everyone else.
He had been raised with everyone’s attention yet felt unbearably lonely.
He knew he once had an elder brother who passed away young.
If his brother were still here, would he also be a child who could act spoiled?
But there are no “ifs” in this world.
His brother was gone, and his father was gone.
All he had left was his mother.
Wen Shili’s clear, cold voice rang out.
“The demon realm’s aura is too heavy. If we stay too long, it will seep into our lungs. Let’s set off immediately and return to the sect.”
Jiang Niannian shouldered Yin Buqi, also feeling that they should head back.
His injuries were severe and he needed rest.
Yin Ci stepped forward.
“Miss Jiang, let me carry him. He’s heavy.”
“No need, I can carry him.”
“I’ll do it.”
Yin Ci reached to take Yin Buqi.
Unexpectedly, Yin Buqi clung tightly to Jiang Niannian’s neck and wouldn’t let go.
Even with all his strength, Yin Ci couldn’t pry him off her.
Yin Buqi’s narrow eyes remained closed, his lashes fluttering, as he spoke weakly, “Only…only Niannian…can carry me…”
As he spoke, his red lips brushed against her pale neck, lightly caressing the sensitive skin at her nape.
With each increasingly warm breath against her neck, Jiang Niannian’s delicate skin flushed a shade of red.
“Buqi…don’t do that. It tickles.”
Yin Buqi’s throat bobbed.
“Mm.”
He obediently stayed close to her, motionless.
Jiang Niannian adjusted him on her back and smiled at Yin Ci.
“Well…looks like I’ll be the one carrying him.”
“Alright then…” Yin Ci lowered his head in disappointment.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a small green jade object.
Bending down to brush away the dirt, he picked it up.
“This is…a Laughing Buddha jade pendant?!”
Yin Ci stood up abruptly, tucking the jade pendant into his sleeve with a mixture of excitement and emotion as he looked at the pair in front of him, his eyes tinged with red.
“Awoo?”
