I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 229 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (99)

Hearing his words, Ye Zhao's dim eyes narrowed instantly, and a sharp light burst out from his eyes, shooting towards him like a cold arrow in the cold night.

A long cross sword appeared in his hand and he rushed towards him with a fierce murderous aura.

The demon soldiers rushed to protect the emperor. Hua Jingmian raised his hand, and in an instant, they disappeared and faced the murderous Ye Zhao.

Seeing that Hua Jingmian did not dodge or evade, Ye Zhao's eyes were filled with tears, and the sword was against his throat.

"Let me ask you, did Archie's death have anything to do with you?"

After rushing over anxiously, the first words he heard were from someone who was not important to him. Hua Jingmian didn't care much, "If he's dead, then he's dead. Do you want me to pay for his death?"

Ye Zhao was unsteady on his feet and almost fell, but miraculously regained his composure.

Hua Jingmian was about to help him, but Ye Zhao quickly moved the sword aside and shouted, "Don't come over."

Hua Jingmian's face turned pale as he withdrew his hand. He pressed on, his eyes bloodshot. "Master, I have a question that I can't figure out. I hope you can explain it to me."

Ye Zhao slowly raised his head, a sneer on his face, "Tell me about it."

"Should I call you Master or Miss Jiang?" Hua Jingmian's eyes suddenly darkened and the muscles on his face suddenly tensed.

Ye Zhao's hand holding the sword trembled, and a strange smile appeared on his face, "Whatever."

The heartache came without warning, like a heavy object hitting my chest. Hua Jingmian looked straight ahead and asked again, "Why do you do this?"

Why erase his memory?

Why lie to him?

Why was he never told that they were the same person?

why why why?

The vortex in Hua Jingmian's heart grew larger, and the dark negative emotions lingered for a long time. It was only a matter of time before it exploded.

Ye Zhao's lips trembled slightly, but he said nothing.

The hand holding the sword shook even more violently, and the sword let out a mournful cry.

Perhaps he was defeated by the gradually increasing weight of the sword, or perhaps he was defeated by the flashing pain in Hua Jingmian's eyes. Ye Zhao's Adam's apple rose and fell, as if forcing him to make a final struggle.

"Clang!"

Finally, unable to bear the weight, the sword made of ice fell into the mud.

"You don't know, the first time I got drunk that night, I wanted to tell Miss Jiang that the moon in the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of me is the one I love..."

Ye Zhao's pupils dilated and lost focus.

"I didn't have time to say it during the demonic barrier incident. This time, what I want to say is..."

"I look at the starry sky..."

"My heart follows the shooting stars..."

"Pleasure of one person..."

"Your shadow is like the moon..."

There are imperceptible emotions hidden in Hua Jingmian's deep eyes, which are full of joy, sincerity, and an indescribable love.

Love deepened, turning into a soft tenderness around her fingers. Her jade-like hand caressed his cheek, "Master..."

"Pfft!"

But before he could finish his words, Ye Zhao's hand passed through his chest.

The pain felt like a sharp sword, piercing through his heart, and Hua Jingmian couldn't breathe.

What did he want to say?

Can't remember.

but……

Very important.

He remembered!

He wanted to say that if his master didn't like him and couldn't accept the love of a man or a disciple, then he could always be his disciple and just stay by his side forever.

He wanted to say that he had never harmed anyone in the world of immortal cultivation, and that he had suppressed those demons that tried to kill the immortal cultivators. His hands were not stained with the blood of the cultivators, and his hands were still clean...

He wanted to say that he really wanted to go back to Winter Snow Peak with his master. He didn't want to be the Demon Lord anymore. What he had been pursuing from the beginning to the end was just to be with the person he loved day and night. Could the master give him a way out...

Hua Jingmian's throat was filled with blood, and he couldn't utter a single word...

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

The bright red blood fell like pearls, staining the soil under their feet red.

Hua Jingmian lowered his head slowly, and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

He couldn't believe his eyes and couldn't accept the facts before him, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Ye Zhao's hands were buried in the burning chest, thick, slippery, surging, flowing, it was blood, flesh, and the life-giving pearl...

The once cool eyes were now empty, without any spirit. I vaguely remembered the words I saw in the book I was reading: Only Chicheng's passionate love can ripen the Fengsheng Pearl.

A large amount of blood was lost, and Hua Jingmian felt his body shaking violently. His face turned blue and purple, and there seemed to be a hard object in his throat. He could not speak and could only express his anger and grievance in a trembling voice.

Extremely exhausted, she fell to the ground in an instant, realizing that she might be a joke. She still stubbornly raised her head, her hands tightly grasping the corner of his clothes.

"Why are you going to kill me? Did I make you angry?"

"But I didn't see your face change, nor did I take your heart's blood..."

Tears flowed down the corners of Ye Zhao's eyes. He couldn't help but pull out the Fengsheng Pearl that had reached its peak state as if following some kind of command.

Her eyes were cold and distant, without a trace of fluctuation, cruelly tearing away all the unbearableness, "You are so gullible. I spent so much effort just for this bead. Only the truest and purest love can make it fully effective."

"Don't be so self-indulgent. Being deceived by a man pretending to be a woman, and your master at that, isn't that disgusting?"

"I have never loved you. On the contrary, I hate you. As for this bead, I will accept it with a smile."

After that, he took out the two miniature clay figures in front of him and threw them to the ground.

Realizing what he was about to do, Hua Jingmian shook his head in disbelief and wailed miserably, "No!"

Trying to stop him was futile, Ye Zhao numbly raised his leg, stepped on it, and sank into the wet soil.

He used his long sword to cut the piece of clothing he was holding, and walked away holding the bead that was oozing blood.

"Boom!"

Heavy rain fell, accompanied by lightning and thunder.