Jiang Niannian fell straight down.
Yin Buqi's pupils suddenly shrank, he stretched out his hand to grab the sword, flew away, and suddenly attacked her, the sharp sword force was so terrifying.
Water splashed everywhere, Jiang Niannian was soaked all over, and she couldn't even open her eyes, but she clearly felt a strong force pulling her out of the evil spirit and pushing her to the shore.
She seemed to realize something and tried to open her eyes, but a huge chill surged into her heart.
There was a sword wound on Yin Buqi's arm. He did not struggle and fell from the air.
He had cut the wound himself. He wanted to use himself as bait to lure the evil spirit under the water so that she could escape!
One evil spirit after another pierced his body, and a fishy and sweet taste rose in his throat. His internal organs were severely damaged. Yin Buqi coughed lightly, and blood gushed out, staining his lips red.
The hot blood splashed and fell on his pale face, forming bright red flowers, bright and strange.
"No!" Jiang Niannian was pushed to the shore by him, but her heart suddenly contracted and she was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.
Yin Buqi looked at her like this, the corners of his lips curved slightly, he was clearly smiling, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
He really liked the way she looked worried about him.
All eyes were on him and him alone.
If he died like this, she would probably remember him for the rest of her life.
The sword in his hand slowly loosened, and the evil spirits around him suddenly emerged from the water, forming a black mass, and came towards him with a fierce look, ready to devour him.
The originally turbulent water surface suddenly calmed down, and all the ghosts and Yin Buqi sank to the bottom of the water together. It was as if nothing had happened, as if the thrilling experience just now was just a dream.
But the bodies of several monks on the shore reminded them that this was not a dream.
It was dead silent.
“Buqi! How could you do this… Come back… Buqi ahhhhh! Come back…” The tears in Jiang Niannian’s eyes slowly gathered, and after a moment, she couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into tears.
Yin Ci didn't know what he was feeling, but his eyes suddenly turned red, and his heart ached: "Brother Yin..." He looked at Tang Murou viciously, walked over and lifted her collar: "It's all your fault, are you sick! Why did you fly over there for no reason! Why don't you just die! Why can't you be the one to die!"
"Ouch!" Coal Ball was hung on Yin Ci's waist, and he glared at Tang Murou fiercely and yelled at her.
Jiang Ziyou said: "Junior brother, calm down. Master said you should be polite to others."
The monks advised: "That's right, Miss Tang didn't do it on purpose. The dead cannot be resurrected."
"Master Yin, Miss Tang is the Nine-Tailed Fox, the savior..."
Yin Ci interrupted him with red eyes and pushed Tang Murou away: "If you hadn't been idle and picked the lotus, the Yin spirit wouldn't have gone berserk. If it hadn't been for protecting you, those monks wouldn't have died. If you hadn't turned back like you were crazy, Brother Yin wouldn't have been devoured by the Yin spirit..."
"And the Nine-Tailed Fox... Saving the world? How ridiculous! I think you just want the world to be in chaos! Beauty is the root of all trouble!"
When the others heard this, they stopped trying to persuade him and chose to remain silent.
Yin Ci was right, but Tang Murou was going too far.
Tang Murou felt depressed. Ever since she met Jiang Niannian, she had never felt at ease. She was stabbed at the Immortal Alliance Conference, almost killed by an evil spirit, and now she was being blamed by everyone.