Jiang Niannian fell straight down, but felt a warmth on her back.
She was held in someone's arms, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and in the chaos of thunder and lightning, she tried her best to open her eyes a crack, and found that the warmth was actually the blood vomited by Yin Buqi, which was increasing and never stopping.
How could there be such a madman as him
Even though he knew he couldn't save her, he still jumped down to die with her.
Silly apprentice.
Although Yin Buqi's breath was weak, he subconsciously hugged her tighter and rushed up like crazy.
Protecting her seemed to be an obsession in his bones.
He closed his eyes weakly, blood constantly flowing out of his mouth, contrasting with his pale face that looked like death.
But the rest of his vitality was all in the arms that protected her, holding her tightly.
The good news was that he finally took her out of the Fallen Immortal Platform and back to the palace in heaven.
The bad news is, she still died.
It seems that Yin Buqi is really the reincarnation of Emperor Jiuyin.
Because anyone who is a god cannot come out alive from the Fallen Immortal Platform.
He is not a human, nor an immortal, nor a demon. He is the Emperor of Nine Yin who is beyond the Three Realms.
Yin Buqi became ruthless and captured her soul with his own strength.
So, after she died, her soul stayed with him.
I watched him seal her bloody body in a magic circle in some unknown way after her death.
He was guarding her, his eyes were red, his eyelashes were wet, there was no trace of the former spirit in his eyes, and the whole person seemed empty, "Master, the biggest regret in my life is that I couldn't marry you as my wife when you were alive."
She herself couldn't bear to see the dignity she showed after death, her skin was torn and her face was unrecognizable.
But Yin Buqi held her face with a loving gaze and kissed her lips.
His voice was lingering and hoarse, "Master."
His voice was full of affection, as if he was hoping for her response.
He slept beside her body every night, repeating her name over and over again. Sometimes he could even be heard holding his own body, chanting her name while suppressing his breathing and reading to himself.
As a soul, Jiang Niannian blushed at that time, but she couldn't leave his side.
She could only turn her back and listen to him saying her name while doing that kind of thing.
"Master, no matter what the cost, I will bring you back to life."
From that day on, Yin Buqi left, and Jiang Niannian's soul was still imprisoned in the magic circle.
She hadn't seen Yin Buqi for a long time.
Until one day, Yin Buqi came back covered in blood.
His red pupils were full of madness, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he looked lifeless and exuded a gloomy aura from head to toe, which was chilling.
She was stunned, looking at the man covered in blood. She wanted to touch him, but she was just a soul, so her hand passed through his chest and reached out again.
She frowned, her throat dry, and wanted to ask him why he became like this.
He held her body in his arms, resting his hand against her head, his eyes half closed, his expression extremely weary, his scarlet lips slightly raised, his faint smile filled with despair.
She looked at him and inexplicably felt a pain, as if her internal organs were burning.
"Master, I have thought about it carefully these days. I was wrong. I shouldn't force you and imprison you. But I am really afraid of losing you. However, the harder I push, the further away you are from me..."