The young man in the distance heard the shout and lifted his eyes toward the source of the voice.
He saw Tong Huanyou running toward him in complete disarray.
After two seconds of silence, confusion flickered through his mind.
Just moments ago in the room, she had been terrified after seeing him partially transformed into a demon.
So why was she now running straight toward him?
And there wasn’t the slightest trace of fear in her voice. If anything…
She sounded angry?
However, when his gaze caught the disturbance behind Tong Huanyou, the corners of his lips slowly curled into a mocking smile. His pale hand leisurely drew the sword from his waist.
Wanted him to save her?
Dream on.
Seeing the terrifying silver gleam of the sword under the moonlight, Tong Huanyou panicked and shouted recklessly,
“Yu Qingci! If you kill me right now, then ten days from now when Song Yingyue’s cold illness relapses, you can just watch her suffer!”
Yu Qingci froze in shock.
How did she know about his sister’s cold illness?
Yet in the instant he was distracted—
Tong Huanyou slammed straight into his chest.
His body staggered slightly.
Before he could figure out what she intended to do, he saw Tong Huanyou decisively grab his collar and rise onto her toes.
Then fiercely—
She kissed him directly on the lips!
For one instant, the air itself seemed frozen.
Seeing the face suddenly enlarged before him and feeling the soft warmth against his lips, his pupils trembled violently.
Meanwhile, while his brain was still short-circuiting, Tong Huanyou swiftly snatched the silver sword from his hand and pointed the blade at him.
Quickly widening the distance between them, she shouted, “If you kill me, then you’ll just have to watch her suffer from the agony of frozen cold!”
Coming back to his senses, Yu Qingci raised a brow and let out a cold laugh. His thumb pressed lightly against his lips, wiping them slowly.
A chill flickered through his eyes. “You certainly know quite a lot.”
Aside from him and the head of the Song family, no fourth person knew about his sister’s illness. Not even Xie Zhili knew.
So how did this woman know?
And strangely enough, he vaguely felt that the Tong Huanyou before him was subtly different from before.
Seeing Yu Qingci’s darkening expression, Tong Huanyou’s hands began trembling uncontrollably again.
Swallowing twice, she stammered, “O-of course. I know you care about her very much. As long as you let me go, I have a way to suppress her illness ten days from now.”
As someone who had transmigrated into the novel with full knowledge of the plot, she naturally remembered every character setting clearly.
Of course, the storyline where the heroine’s illness was completely cured was still far away. She only said this to scare this black-hearted lunatic.
Sure enough, Yu Qingci no longer looked as decisively murderous as before.
Tong Huanyou secretly sighed in relief.
The only thing capable of calming this vicious man down was the name Song Yingyue.
But before she could fully relax, the sword she tightly gripped suddenly emitted a sharp vibration. It instantly broke free of her hand and floated in midair, its tip slowly turning direction.
Tong Huanyou’s hair stood on end.
What the hell? It didn’t work?!
Yu Qingci swept her a disdainful glance, the curve of his lips deepening. “My sword isn’t something Miss Tong can wield.”
The next second, the sword shot past her ear like lightning and stabbed toward the space behind her.
A flash of sword light. A pained cry.
The snake demon behind her didn’t even have time to react before being killed in a single strike. Its body twisted violently for a few moments before falling still.
Tong Huanyou turned back in shock, her heart practically leaping out of her throat.
You idiot author, what kind of psychotic character did you create?! You abandoned the story halfway and now I have to risk my life cleaning up your mess!
You better not sleep too deeply tonight. Seriously.
At that moment, footsteps sounded from not far away.
“A-Ci! Miss Tong! Where are you?”
“Junior Brother Yu! Miss Tong!”
To Tong Huanyou, those voices sounded like heavenly music.
My saviors are here! I’m not gonna die! Heroine, save me!
“You’d better make sure every word you said is true. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind turning you into a human stick and admiring you every day.”
Yu Qingci’s tone was lazy as he slowly sheathed his sword and walked toward the voices without even glancing back.
“Elder Sister, I’m here.”
Tong Huanyou: …this damn psycho changes faces faster than flipping pages.
Not long after, Tong Huanyou saw a man in luxurious white robes appear holding a torch.
Beside him stood a woman in a light-blue dress.
But the moment the two of them noticed Tong Huanyou still wearing that disheveled gauzy clothing, their expressions instantly froze.
Xie Zhili’s face turned bright red. Flustered, he immediately turned his head away, not daring to look at her again as an awkward cough escaped his throat.
Song Yingyue’s gaze flickered uncertainly, her face full of embarrassment and panic. Noticing the wounds visible beneath Tong Huanyou’s torn clothing, she was just about to remove her outer robe to cover her—
When suddenly, a black robe embroidered with dark red cloud patterns beat her to it, draping itself over Tong Huanyou’s shoulders first.
A faint orchid fragrance instantly filled her senses.
Tong Huanyou was stunned.
Huh?
Yu Qingci, now dressed only in his inner robe, spoke gently with concern, “Miss Tong is a young lady, and she’s injured. She must have been terrified by that demon creature.”
Tong Huanyou shivered, the corners of her lips twitching. “Y-yes, yes. Thank you, young master.”
Seeing this, Song Yingyue stepped forward and ignited a talisman, waving it around Tong Huanyou before saying with concern, “Thankfully, you weren’t tainted by demonic energy.”
Only now, under the bright firelight, did Tong Huanyou finally get a clear look at the protagonist group.
As expected of the peerless beauties described in the novel!
Song Yingyue was breathtakingly beautiful. Her blue dress embroidered with plum blossoms accentuated her graceful figure. Under the cold moonlight, her skin looked like flawless jade and snow.
Especially the small red beauty mark beneath the corner of her phoenix eyes—it was utterly mesmerizing.
Combined with her cold yet sacred aura, she somehow also gave off a feeling of warmth and gentleness.
Xie Zhili’s appearance was even more extraordinary. His long hair draped loosely, and his deep eyes resembled hot springs hidden within mountains, enough to make anyone fall into them at a glance.
His tall frame wrapped in white brocade robes made him look like an immortal descended to the mortal world.
And when her gaze landed on that black-hearted monster who had already switched to a gentle expression, even Tong Huanyou couldn’t help holding her breath.
The breeze lightly stirred the loose strands of hair at his forehead.
Those obsidian-like phoenix eyes lacked the heavy darkness of adulthood and instead carried a brilliance like starlight in a young boy’s gaze.
The faint blush on his face made him resemble polished pink jade, smooth and luminous.
Intricate cloud patterns were embroidered at his waist, while bracers bound tightly around his sleeves.
The black-and-dark-red robes made his lean figure appear especially tall and elegant.
His black hair was tied high with a silver-white ribbon that fluttered in the wind.
In the darkness of night, the three of them seemed almost capable of competing with the moon itself.
Everyone here is insanely good-looking! Oh my god!
If they existed in the modern world, they’d absolutely dominate the entertainment industry!
While she was marveling inwardly, Xie Zhili carefully stepped around Tong Huanyou and glanced at the completely dead snake demon. “It’s not the evil creature we were searching for.”
Song Yingyue nodded. “Still, it was a demon that harmed people.”
Tong Huanyou was desperately suppressing the excitement of having survived disaster, but suddenly her body trembled.
“Don’t be afraid. You’ll be fine now,” Song Yingyue said quickly, thinking she was still frightened.
Warmth spread through Tong Huanyou’s heart, and she nodded gratefully.