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I have to say, love makes people blindly optimistic.
Fortunately, it's me standing here now.
I've decided not to like Yue Qingyi anymore, and I don't want to foolishly try to save him. I just want to quietly wait until I can leave this world.
But as soon as I had this thought, I heard a beeping sound, followed by a message appearing in my mind: Due to the host's strong desire to return home, the only task in this world has been triggered—accompany Yue Qingyi through his final moments and then collect his body. Once the task is completed, I can return to the real world.
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What the hell?
Why is it that while others travel through time to pursue rich and handsome men, basking in glory, my fate is to collect the villain's body?
And it's the only task?
Isn't there even a side quest?
Unfortunately, there really isn't.
How naive of me.
Soon after, I finally realized that in this book, from the moment I met Yue Qingyi until his death, we would be tightly bound together.
It was as if a cheeky voice kept saying: Since you like him so much, I'll make sure you stay with him.
The word "fate" is truly wonderful.
I really want to escape, but I can't.
Like right now.
I was sleeping when suddenly a person fell from the sky. It landed right next to me, kicking up dust all over my face.
I opened my eyes and turned around; sure enough, it was Yue Qingyi, whom I had just seen earlier that day.
Heavenly Dao, you are impressive.
I tightened my grip on the small knife I kept for self-defense and quietly approached his unconscious form, feeling a bit puzzled.
Is the task of collecting his body going to be completed today?
The one-day tour experience card for this book world is about to expire—yay.
He opened his eyes and looked at me.
How hasty.
I instinctively revealed my knife and then sat cross-legged, pulling an apple out of my pocket and starting to peel it: "Benefactor, would you like an apple?"
Yue Qingyi continued to stare at me.
...
I forced a smile and rummaged through my sleeve again, pulling out a pear and offering it to him: "Or would you prefer a pear instead?"
...
"Help me sit up," Yue Qingyi commanded.
So he wasn't used to lying down while looking at someone.
I quickly tossed aside the pear and apple and hurriedly helped him sit up.
After sitting up, there was silence.
Silence was the theme of tonight's Cambridge.
"Um..." I wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere.
"Shut up."
...
Damn it.
It's already late at night, and I'm stuck with a ruthless demon lord who doesn't blink when killing, and now he won't even let me speak.
It's really terrifying, you know?
Even if he can't move, he still has profound inner strength.
Wait, can't move?
In the book, he hadn't sustained such serious injuries often.
The most recent one should be...
Thinking of the plot in the book, I blurted out, "You went to kill Ding Wuqing, didn't you?"
Professional gossip expression. JPG
Yue Qingyi looked at me, his thin lips parted without a hint of warmth or emotion: "Who are you?"
Crap.
The main character is actually me.
My life is over.
Who am I?
"I am useless," I answered seriously.
"..." The handsome guy was speechless.
I fear nothing in this world except for a big shot who doesn't speak.
I compromised: "My name is Fan Zhao, with 'Fan' from Fan Long and 'Zhao' meaning light."
"Then why not just call yourself Fan Guangming?" Yue Qingyi asked.
"That's something you'd have to ask my dad," I replied honestly.
What I really thought was: you'd have to ask that damned author about it.
Thank goodness Yue Qingyi couldn't read minds.
"Your dad must be Divine Healer Fan Gao, right?"
"Who is Fan Gao? I don't know him," I said without blinking, even smiling a bit, "Is he a friend of my benefactor?"
Come on, this little scene won't faze me!
I can type without trembling when pretending to be a rough guy in the King’s Canyon.
Yue Qingyi laughed along with me: "Thanks to your dad, I can only live for a month."
"......"
It's quite a challenge.
I forced a smile and recalled the task the system had prompted me about earlier. Suddenly, my fear dissipated; after all, curiosity triumphed over everything, and I felt a bit soft-hearted.
"Can you really only live for a month?" I asked.
After all, it was a paper figure I had liked for almost three months. Now that it was alive and right in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of reluctance.
"The Hundred Days of Carefree Powder made by your father will greatly enhance one's abilities for a hundred days, but once the hundred days are up, one will die explosively. It has been exactly seventy days since I took it," Yue Qingyi said with a faint smile, seemingly unconcerned.
I was taken aback and murmured, "You took it yourself?"
"Who else would?" Yue Qingyi smirked. "Who would dare to poison me? Not even your father."
This was something I genuinely just learned.
Perhaps I had overlooked it or misremembered while reading.
He actually took the poison himself.
What a lunatic. Does he have a death wish?
"Is it really worth it just for revenge?" I asked in confusion.
Yue Qingyi continued to smile gently, but suddenly his hand covered my neck. His fingers were not applying pressure; they were merely caressing lightly, cold and carrying the chill of the night.
Why could he move when his life was at stake?
Is this the villain's incredible recovery ability?
Or was he just pretending to be weak to deceive me?
"From the very beginning, you weren't curious about who I am, yet you acted as if you knew me well," Yue Qingyi leaned closer to me, scrutinizing me. "Who sent you? Let me guess—was it Baihua Valley's Hua Wuchang? Or the leader of Tiedong Mountain? Or..."
"None of those!" I stared at him without blinking and explained helplessly, "Really not."
Yue Qingyi seemed not to have received the answer he wanted but still released his hand and said, "This face is indeed real. It's true that two unrelated people can look so alike."
I swallowed hard in fear and took two steps back, pressing tightly against the tree trunk.
He laughed again: "Don't be afraid; I won't kill you."
I shook my head.
Damn it.
If I believe you again, I'm a pig.
Clearly, one moment he was friendly, and the next he could turn hostile.
Seeing that I didn't believe him, his expression suddenly darkened: "When I say I won't kill you, I mean it."
You see, it's this kind of unpredictable...
"Since my benefactor saved me, naturally he wouldn't kill me," I chuckled awkwardly and still edged closer to him.
Only then did he nod in satisfaction.
"So my benefactor enjoys chatting with people?" I casually initiated a conversation.
"Not really enjoying it; just waiting for someone to pass the time," Yue Qingyi replied.
I was taken aback and asked, "Waiting for someone?"
"They probably won't come," Yue Qingyi said, looking into the darkness. "What a pity; I wanted to kill together."
I hugged myself in fear.
Yue Qingyi glanced at me and said, "Not you."
I chuckled lightly, indicating that I understood.
However, Yue Qingyi changed the subject and said, "You look very much like an old friend of mine."
I nodded and casually agreed, "Mm-hmm."
Yue Qingyi continued, "That old friend and I were forced to part ways since childhood, and it was only recently that I had the fortune to see her again. Unfortunately, she is gone once more."
I fell silent.
The old friend he referred to was his sister, Yue Qingzhi.
The two siblings were originally the children of the previous martial arts alliance leader, Yue Youdao. Unfortunately, their family faced a great disaster, and in one night, their entire household was slaughtered.
Only the two of them survived, but their fates diverged drastically afterward.
Yue Qingzhi was adopted and raised by the current martial arts alliance leader and renamed Lu Qingzhi.
Yue Qingyi, on the other hand, was taken away by the leader of the Fengyu Sect and renamed Xi Yue.
In the martial world, the Fengyu Sect is also known by another more widely recognized name: the Demon Sect.
Members of the Demon Sect are hunted down by righteous individuals without exception.
Yue Qingyi paid no mind to my silence and continued speaking to himself: "My old friend is very good, pure like her mother."
As he spoke, his expression changed again, looking extremely gloomy as he said, "But there are those who cannot stand her well-being and try every means to tarnish her hands."
I looked at him sympathetically and asked, "So you want to help your old friend?"
Hearing this, Yue Qingyi looked at me gently as if he were looking through me at someone else. He said, "I started killing when I was five years old; I've been killing for thirteen years now. I don't even know how much blood is on my hands anymore. It doesn't matter if I get a little more on them."
Suddenly, I felt sad. In an instant, it felt like I was back to those nights spent staying up late reading stories about him clearing obstacles for his sister time and again.
He shouldn't have died so early.
He knew his enemies were powerful; he knew he wasn't strong enough yet. For that reason, he had been planning carefully for many years to take his time with it.
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