Yin Buqi was being stroked by Jiang Niannian. At this moment, he looked as if he was completely relaxed, but his face was becoming paler and paler, as pale as a ghost.
He closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.
Jiang Niannian's movements of stroking her hair became more gentle: "Does it still hurt?"
Yin Buqi buried his head in her neck and said in a muffled voice: "It doesn't hurt."
"Liar." Jiang Niannian said. She released her spiritual power. Although her cultivation was low, her memory had been restored and she was proficient in the skills.
Her spiritual power was like a clear spring, or like a soft silk ribbon that could not be grasped, flowing into Yin Buqi's body.
This made Yin Buqi feel a little relieved of pain wherever spiritual energy flowed throughout his body.
Despite this, Yin Buqi's appearance was slowly becoming more terrifying. As if testing someone, he opened his eyes slightly, blood filled his entire eye sockets, but there were no pupils, looking hideous and scary.
He asked, "Niannian, are you afraid of me in this state?"
Look at how ugly he is.
"These eyes were dug out abruptly." Yin Buqi whispered in her ear, lowering his voice, his voice trembling a little: "You insisted on seeing it, Nian Nian... You can't be afraid of me, and you can't abandon me."
Veins bulged on his forehead and neck, and his handsome face, even though so weird, still had a bright color.
Jiang Niannian looked at it and felt a surge of heartache.
How painful it must be...
If he had not survived the clutches of Heaven, if he had not survived the backlash of this reincarnation technique and turned into a pile of bones, she would never see him again.
There is only one person as good as Yin Buqi in the world.
Jiang Niannian kissed his lips and said, "You are my husband. As long as you and I live, we will be husband and wife. Who is afraid of their husband? Don't ask such silly questions again."
As he spoke, he supplied him with spiritual power.
Yin Buqi's fox ears twitched twice, and he said sullenly, "Are we just husband and wife while alive?"
Jiang Niannian paused: "Well, we will be buried together even after we die, and we are still husband and wife."
Yin Buqi continued to ask: "Are we husband and wife in this life?"
“… In the next life, and the next life, and the next life after that.”
"In this life, the next life, and the next life..."
Yin Buqi's lips were covered by a white, soft hand. Jiang Niannian felt that if she continued to talk about this topic, it would only be a dead end, so she blurted out, "Don't talk, kiss me."
Yin Buqi closed his eyes and kissed her obediently, his nimble tongue sweeping freely in her mouth.
The pink at the tips of the ears gradually deepens to a deep red.
Jiang Niannian was a little breathless from his kiss, and she hugged him, already a little tired from all the tossing and turning. She put her fingers on his chest, touching it again and again, as if to comfort him, coaxing him like she did when he was a child: "Fly away, pain, I won't give up, you have to get better soon..."
Yin Buqi lowered his head and replied with a voice so light that it seemed as if it would be blown away by the wind.
"Um."
Jiang Niannian fell asleep without knowing when, but the spiritual power in her hands did not stop transmitting. She murmured: "Buqi... get better soon..."
Yin Buqi held the person curled up in his arms, enduring the pain that seemed to be killing him. He pinched the edge of the jade bed with his fingers, digging until blood came out, but did not make a sound.