Scourge Messenger

Chapter 342 Not a Good Man
Seeing Yan Qing's face covered in her own blood and foam, Ying Rushi felt a surge of pleasure despite her physical pain, as if she had smashed her enemy's favorite unique porcelain.

This was the most vicious revenge she could imagine—to die in front of him in order to protect him.

I'm going to die, and you can only watch helplessly as the girl you once loved slowly stops breathing in your arms, her body growing cold inch by inch. You'll never know how much I loved you, and you'll never understand why I can die so content and fearless.

You couldn't understand it when you were with Red Serpent, and you couldn't understand it when you were with Black Wolf either. You might have guessed something, but you'll never have the chance to get the answer because you missed it. I gave you so many hints, but you didn't take them seriously, so I won't even give you a chance to make amends.

That's just how life is; if you're too casual, you'll miss out; if you're too serious, you'll get hurt.

The thought of him holding his own corpse, bewildered, denying, angry, regretful, and crying, made Ying Rushi feel as if she had drunk chilled plum wine, and her whole body was filled with joy, and she couldn't help but smile.

I want you to never forget me in this lifetime, I want you to feel sad whenever you think of me. Even if you live happily ever after with Red Serpent and Black Wolf, there will always be a scar in your heart that will never heal. That is the most unforgettable mark I left behind.

Just as Ying Ru was immersed in her tragic and magnificent revenge, Yan Qing reached out and wiped the blood off her face, then stuffed something into her hand.

"Be sensible, clean it up yourself."

As he spoke, Yan Qing raised his bracelet to summon a puppet to join the battle.

Ying Ru stared blankly at his back, then at the Bingzi Peppered Wood in her hand. Her mind, which had been filled with resentment and sadness, finally began to work again at this moment.

That's right, they have the Bingzi Jiaolin and the Yitian Sword, which are equivalent to two healing powers. As long as their heads aren't cut off, they can definitely be pulled back from the brink of death. Serious injuries and near death are out of the question.

As Ying Rushi's mind gradually cleared, she recalled her thoughts from just moments ago and felt her face burning hot enough to fry an egg. She wished she could beat up her past self from a few seconds ago.

What am I thinking?!

She actually fantasized that he would be filled with remorse and unbearable pain if she died, and even deliberately spat blood on his face, her mind filled with the thought, 'If you don't love me, then I'll make you sad.' In the end, she even succeeded in her scheme and waited expectantly for his reaction... Ughhhhh, I'd rather just die, I don't want to live anymore!
Is there any reason not to treat yourself with Bingzi Jiaolin?
At this moment, one's mind is racing at an unprecedented speed, trying to find a perfect reason to die, with smoke practically rising from one's head!
Then she dejectedly gripped the hilt of Bingzi Jiaolin's sword, watching helplessly as the [Overturning Heaven] power completely returned to its original state.

There's absolutely no reason for it... Besides, they're still fighting. If she were to get caught up in such a meaningless little thing, it would be too willful of her. She's not the kind of petty, temperamental girl who can't tell right from wrong.

Loyal to the country and faithful to friends, that is her true nature, and the Shenwu family should be like her.

Ying Rushi cleared his mind of all unnecessary thoughts, took out the spirit jade to quickly replenish his spiritual power, and stepped into the battlefield again.

The battle ended quickly.

After killing one of the six demons, Qiongqi can only trigger the Killing trait once at most. Although it can produce one [Blood Sacrifice] by killing three demons, the kill count of the Killing trait will be cleared after the battle ends. For example, if it kills five demons in two separate battles, it will only produce two [Blood Sacrifice] cards.

Therefore, Yan Qing and his companions had no reason to hold back; even "Ascension Six Ears" proactively killed a demon. Ying Rushi lightly tapped her feet three times, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword slashed across the demon's body like dragons and snakes, painting a vibrant and unrestrained picture of demon slaying with blood! She showed no mercy, swinging her sword with almost every ounce of strength, as if if she slashed fast and ruthlessly enough, she could cut away her own recent, almost shameful weakness!

When she stopped, she was enveloped in heat, and the demons behind her collapsed with a thud, turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating. She clearly felt her skills advance a step forward, the world before her eyes was clearer than ever before, and even the speed of the Shadow Spider Boots was completely under her control... Could this be what they call being unlucky in love but triumphant on the battlefield?

"Little fox!" Murong Hui rushed over and hugged her, nervously touching her lower back where she had just been slashed: "You really scared me to death! Don't be so impulsive next time!"

"You don't seem to have the right to say that to me, do you?" Ying Rushi poked her forehead. "At least I still have the Heaven-Slaying Sword, while you stood in front of me yesterday with nothing. You're the one who shouldn't be so impulsive; you don't have the legendary token of the Thieves' Family."

"I'm different!"

"What makes you different? I've only ever heard of idiots not getting sick, never of idiots being able to come back to life."

“I’ve lived a carefree life, getting whatever I wanted, and I have no regrets about dying. But you’re different. I can tell you haven’t had many happy days yet. It would be such a waste for you to die like this.” Murong Hui snuggled into her arms and said, “If I die, you will be sad. If you die, I will be sad… I still think it’s more worthwhile for you to be sad.”

Ying Ru felt a pang of guilt. She had been thinking about what would happen to Huang Quan if she died, but she had forgotten that there was another person here who cared about her.

She rubbed Murong Hui's head, thinking to herself that she had just been bewitched. For so many years, what had sustained her was friendship, but now she was wasting her life for a hopeless love, fantasizing that she would burn herself up and become the most dazzling light in his eyes in that instant, never to be forgotten, and that the memory would echo until her death... In his words, this was the kind of tragic thinking that only a heartbroken person would have, even thinking of something as beautiful as love as so tragic.

It's time to wake up. She should think this way: stop liking him, and just be friends. Even if he doesn't choose her, it doesn't mean she has nothing. She's gained a friend comparable to Murong Hui; what else is there to complain about?
Hearing Yan Qing's footsteps approaching, Ying Rushi almost jumped up. She spoke quickly but calmly, "Hui, lead the way. It's time to go to the next place."

"You were just seriously injured, don't you want to eat something to replenish your nutrition?"

"No need. Don't linger around here too long. The fight just now will definitely attract the attention of the Hyakubo Guards." With that, she eagerly pushed Murong Hui forward, not daring to look back at all.

Although she was determined not to do anything foolish like that again, Ying Ru was still incredibly embarrassed and didn't dare to meet Yan Qing's gaze, afraid that he would discover that she had just deliberately and accidentally died in front of him, splattering his face with blood.

As the saying goes, what you fear most is what happens. A little while later, when they passed by a cake shop, Murong Hui smelled the aroma of cream and went inside.

Just as Ying Ru was about to go in, Yan Qing pulled her hand and led her to the Dimensional Bookstore next door.

"What are you doing here?" Ying Ru asked somewhat guiltily. "I need to go to the side; I'm a little hungry."

"Aren't you going to explain?" Yan Qing asked.

"Explain what?"

Ying Rushi was determined to deny it, since there was no way to explain such a thing; it would only make things worse. As long as she insisted that she had suddenly acted impulsively and rushed to block the knife, Yan Qing, having seen through some clues, could only accept it, after all, they were friends.

"Yes," Ying Ru suddenly realized. Since they were friends, why should she care about his thoughts? Before, she only cared about his feelings because she wanted to get closer to him and please him, but friends don't need so much chatter. She usually didn't hesitate to hit or scold Murong Hui when necessary. Now that she had saved Yan Qing's life, it should be Yan Qing carefully considering her feelings!
Thinking of this, Ying Rushi straightened her chest and stared directly at Yan Qing, but quickly turned away and pretended to look at the bookshelf next to her.

His eyes are so beautiful, and he smells so nice. He's still a little shy, and even the bandages he's wrapped are quite unique...

(End of this chapter)