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The Red-Clad Man's enchanting eyes gazed at the woman who had hurt him, and he said coldly, "Holy Staff."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "I want the Holy Staff in your hand."
I turned around, preparing to walk over. Beside me, Little Seven, Azure Thorn, Lian, and Song Kong hurriedly stopped me. I shook my head and said softly, "It's fine." Then I took a step forward, moving closer to him.
I looked at him, filled with anger and hatred towards me, and smiled charmingly. Then I said, "You hate me." It was not a question but a statement.
He gritted his teeth and said, "You little demon."
He looked at my face with a hint of despair: "Why do I still love you?" Used as a tool for her amusement, treated like a pawn to be toyed with and humiliated in front of everyone. Yet, he still loved her.
She was poison—the only ailment in his life that he could never cure.
I continued to laugh innocently, my laughter instilling fear.
Voices came from behind: "Master..." It turned out they understood what I intended to do. The ones who knew me best had always been by my side.
However, a faint and somewhat hoarse voice still reached my ears: "Little Jin..."
Then, I did not look at them but focused on Yuwen Ruojian and finally spoke: "I promise you. But you must keep your word."
I lowered my gaze to the Holy Staff in my hand, suddenly smiling strangely before handing it to him.
He smiled wickedly, but a flicker of pain crossed his eyes. Before anyone could react, he took it and thrust the Holy Staff into my heart as if wielding a long sword.
He pierced the Holy Staff into my body; I let out a soft grunt as he forcefully pushed it deeper inside. His expression was one of despair and sorrow, his eyes filled with pain. Yet he choked out coldly, "If I cannot have it, no one else shall. An Jin..."
I was wracked with pain, my body convulsing as blood spilled from my mouth, yet I still managed to force out a beautiful smile, reminiscent of a plum blossom defiantly blooming in winter. "I didn't expect you to do this... How did you know?"
My body had been transformed by Feng Fei, allowing me to endure any pain. Even if my limbs were shattered, as long as my heart still beat, I could slowly recover from prolonged slumber. I could still survive.
However, the High Priestess had once told me that there was only one thing in this world that could take my life: the Holy Staff.
The Holy Staff and Feng Fei were intertwined, each opposing the other. The Holy Staff amplified Feng Fei's power, commanding all the Maya People and making the host stronger. Yet, it was also Feng Fei's nemesis. If the Holy War was thrust into the body of a Feng Fei host, then Feng Fei's power would be damaged and dismantled, forced to hide within the totem and unable to restore the host's body.
Thus, the High Priestess had warned me that other injuries were merely tests of my flesh, but if it involved Feng Fei, it could cost me my life—and there would be no remedy.
To this day, she had not found a solution.
So she constantly reminded me to be cautious.
Yet today, knowing full well he would act this way, I recklessly gambled with my life. I bet he would kill me; I bet he had fallen in love with me. I bet he would feel guilty and pained for a lifetime; I bet he would remember me with such agony that living would feel worse than death.
This was my punishment for him—a punishment that would never allow him peace. Even if the price was my life. But I knew that An Yijun would be safe.
I could not abandon the Jin Kingdom; I could not abandon my heart. However, my body and my life were the origins of An Yijun. I had to take responsibility for her. It was I who brought her into this perilous world; it was I who wronged her. She deserved to exist in a beautiful future, yet now she was constantly in danger, always needing to grow stronger just to survive.
I was somewhat astonished that he knew the secret of the Holy Staff. That must have been why he took it from me when I left—just to kill me.
He held my falling body; I couldn't see his expression but sensed his entire being stiffen as if his soul had departed. He stood there dazedly, watching the blood gushing from me, his voice oddly calm as he said, "I know everything about you."
I let out a bitter laugh, my mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood, and softly replied, "You truly hate me."
But it was a deep hatred intertwined with profound love. I had never imagined he loved me so much. And the love was so painful and contradictory that in the end, he chose such an extreme method to make me remember him for eternity, a mutual destruction, like a moth to a flame.
“Little Jin…” The strange man looked utterly astonished, rushing forward to see me, but upon meeting my unfamiliar Gaze and the anxious expressions of others, he forced a bitter smile and halted in his tracks.
He recalled her cold voice quietly uttering those words, “I don’t know you.” Did she truly blame him, hate him, and refuse to forgive him? Otherwise, why pretend not to recognize him? Or perhaps that memory was too unbearable for her, so she chose to forget.
Did he still have the right to stand by her side?
“Young Master…” Beside him, Little Seven Azure Thorn Song Kong rushed over as everything unfolded too quickly for them to stop it. Song Kong had already swung his sword, piercing it into him. Yuwen Ruojian could not withstand this willingly accepted blow and staggered backward.
I knew he could dodge, yet he did not.
He was waiting for death. But I would not let him have his way.
Suddenly, he smiled charmingly, and though I could not hear his words, I read his lips saying: “We cannot live on the same day, but may we die on the same day.”
Azure Thorn supported me and hurriedly pressed several acupoints on my body to stop the bleeding. I gently shook my head. “It’s useless.”
Little Seven cried out, “Young Master, why do you have to do this… We would rather give up Jin Kingdom than let you suffer any harm… Once is enough; seeing you covered in wounds last time made Little Seven feel like dying once already. Why must you…”
Lianbao’s blue Gaze quietly stared at me, filled with an incomprehensible light.
Yet Azure Thorn gritted his teeth above me and said, “Young Master, you’re playing with fire… You can’t just think of abandoning us like this…”
As Song Kong wounded him and prepared to kill him with another strike, I saw Yuwen Ruojian had already closed his eyes, smiling as he faced death. I struggled and said in a low voice, “Stop!” I sneered; how could I allow him such an easy escape? He was thinking too optimistically.
If he could die, then everything I did today would be in vain.
I felt dizzy, but I still coldly said, "Let him go, take me away." My body felt so cold, as if my life force was rapidly draining away.
A glimmer of coldness flashed in Song Kong's eyes, but he gritted his teeth and held it back. He sheathed his sword and walked up to me.
He approached and lifted me from Azure Thorn's arms, carrying me without hesitation as they strode away.
I looked at Yuwen Ruojian, who seemed to have lost his soul, and softly said, "I no longer owe you anything."
I slowly pulled the Holy Staff out of my body, blood gushing out like a crimson flower blooming on the ground. I knew I was gradually weakening; I knew I was slowly dying.
My white robe was stained entirely red. I smiled with a seductive bloodlust, as if I were a reborn demon.
It was like the blood-red Manjusaka blooming by the banks of the River of Oblivion beneath the Bridge of Helplessness in the dark night.
"An Jin, who exactly are you?" A weak voice voiced the question that lingered in everyone's mind.
Friends, did An Jin really die? (Although the answer is affirmative...) Hehe o(∩_∩)o... Let's see how she doesn't die... If you like it, remember to recommend it... Why are my recommendations so few... I'm feeling incredibly frustrated~~~
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