Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

The tip of the dagger was cold.

Yang Guo's heart was burning with warmth.

The sliver of cold light hovered above the boy's chest, separated only by a thin layer of skin. With each weak heartbeat, the tip of the blade trembled slightly.

Li Mochou's hands trembled slightly.

Just send it down.

Just one inch.

This little bastard who took her body, ruined her innocence, and just now took advantage of her will disappear from this world completely. No one will know what happened here; that madman Ouyang Feng will only think that the Quanzhen Sect killed his son, and then the entire Zhongnan Mountain will be buried with this brat.

Isn't this the best possible ending?

The Crimson Serpent Fairy was supposed to be heartless.

"Kill him..."

"Killing him will prove your innocence..."

Li Mochou gritted her teeth, a fierce glint in her eyes.

However, in the next instant...

Her gaze fell upon that patch of blood red.

Although the long sword that had pierced Yang Guo's shoulder had been pulled out, the wound was extremely gruesome, with the flesh turned inside out and blood still gushing out uncontrollably, soaking through his clothes and staining his peach-red dress red.

That was blood shed to save her.

"You old bastard! You dare touch her and see what happens!"

The boy's furious roar echoed in her mind again and again.

In her entire life, has anyone ever protected her like this?

Master? My memory of him is already blurred; now I can't even remember what he looks like.

Lu Zhanyuan? That man will only stand on his moral high ground and accuse her of being ruthless.

Those so-called righteous heroes in the martial arts world? They only know how to clamor for eliminating evil and protecting the righteous path.

Only this little rascal.

This kid looks unreliable, is full of lies, and just now he was trying to outdo those two scoundrels from the Quanzhen Sect in who was more shameless.

At the critical moment of life and death, he actually used his body to shield her from that sword.

"Clatter".

Hot tears slid down Li Mochou's cheeks and landed heavily on Yang Guo's eyelids.

Yang Guo, still unconscious, seemed to sense something was wrong. His brows furrowed even more, and he uttered incoherent murmurs, "It hurts... wife... it hurts..."

These two words became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Clang!

The dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Li Mochou's strength was instantly drained, and she collapsed, panting heavily.

She stared intently at the dagger, then suddenly swung her hand, pushing it far away.

"A tragic fate..."

She closed her eyes, a hint of resigned despair in her eyes. "What a tragedy."

She won't kill him.

It's not because I can't bear to part with it.

It's because the Red Serpent Fairy clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment.

He was the one who saved her life first.

Yes, that's it.

One life for another.

Once he recovers, we can settle this score and then kill him.

Li Mochou found a way to save face in her mind, then quickly opened her eyes, her gaze becoming firm.

The most urgent task is to stop the bleeding.

If this keeps flowing, the boy won't need her to kill him; he'll just run dry on his own.

Li Mochou tried to circulate her internal energy, but her dantian remained empty. That damned Ouyang Feng's acupoint sealing technique was extremely tricky. Apart from being able to move her limbs, she couldn't muster any internal energy at all.

There was no medicine for wounds, and no internal energy to heal injuries.

We can only use the most basic method.

She glanced down at the hem of her skirt. Although the peach-colored silk skirt was vibrant, it was made of the finest Suzhou brocade, breathable and absorbent.

"Sizzle—"

Without any hesitation, Li Mochou grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and tore it open with force.

A large piece of clean cloth was torn off. She ripped the cloth into several long strips with swift movements, but when her hand reached for Yang Guo, she froze.

Yang Guo is currently lying on top of her.

His head was buried in her chest, his hands hanging at his sides, and the gruesome wound was on his left shoulder.

To bandage the wound, you have to take off your clothes first.

To take off his clothes, you have to... move him away.

Li Mochou tried to push Yang Guo's shoulder.

Not moving.

This kid looks thin, but why is he so heavy? He looks like a pig!

"Get...get up a little..."

Li Mochou gritted her teeth and used her last bit of strength to support Yang Guo under his armpits, trying to turn him over.

But she was now a weak woman with no internal strength, and Yang Guo was a wounded man who had completely lost consciousness. With this push, Yang Guo not only failed to flip over, but also sank down suddenly due to the change in his center of gravity.

"Hmm!"

Li Mochou let out a muffled groan, her entire face instantly turning bright red.

Unfortunately, Yang Guo's face sagged even further.

The tip of his nose pressed against that soft mass, and because he was suffocating, he subconsciously pushed deeper to find a more comfortable and breathable spot.

Li Mochou felt like her brain wasn't working properly.

"Yang Guo!!!"

She let out a low growl, filled with shame and indignation, wishing she could pick up the dagger right now and give him a quick death.

But the boy didn't react at all; only his warm breath, seeping through her thin clothes, sprayed onto her skin in bursts.

The feeling was like having millions of ants crawling on you.

It's itchy again.

It's numb.

"You bastard... when you wake up... I'm going to gouge your eyes out..."

Li Mochou cursed through gritted teeth while enduring the contact that was enough to make her die of shame and indignation. She took a deep breath and stopped trying to push him away. Instead, she stretched out her arms as far as possible to unbutton the collar of his Taoist robe.

His fingers trembled as he untied the knotted buttons.

He lifted the collar of the garment, which was already soaked in blood.

The boy's chest was exposed.

Although not particularly broad, it has smooth and firm lines. It appears pale due to blood loss, but beneath the skin lies a youthful vitality.

Li Mochou's fingertips inevitably touched his skin.

It's so hot.

He has a fever.

The symptoms of excessive blood loss have begun.

Li Mochou dared not delay any longer. Suppressing her panic and shame, she clumsily cleaned the blood and grime around her wound. With no water, she could only wipe it away little by little with her sleeve.

With each wipe, Yang Guo's body would instinctively twitch.

Li Mochou's heart skipped a beat.

"Bear with it..."

Her voice softened unconsciously, carrying a gentleness she herself didn't realize, "It'll be ready soon."

Finally, the wound was cleaned up.

She picked up the torn strips of cloth and began to wrap them around her.

This requires her to extend her arms and wrap them around Yang Guo's neck and back, presenting an extremely ambiguous hugging posture.

Her chin rested on the top of his head.

Her chest pressed against his cheek.

Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders.

In the dimly lit cave, the scene was unusually tranquil, yet so alluring that it made one blush and their heart race.

Just then.

A bush outside the cave stirred.

A pair of eyes, gleaming with a crazed light, were fixed on everything inside the cave.

It's Ouyang Feng.

That old madman didn't go far at all.

He may be crazy, but he's not stupid. As a cunning old fox who's been navigating the underworld for decades, instinctive cunning is still ingrained in his bones.

The anger he felt earlier made him rush out for several miles, but halfway there he suddenly remembered that his son was still bleeding in the cave. Although his daughter-in-law's pressure points had been released, what if she took the opportunity to escape?

Or worse, what if that woman also wants to harm her son?

So, Ouyang Feng quietly crept back.

If he saw that woman dare to harm Yang Guo, he would definitely rush in and smash her skull with one palm, not caring even if it would hurt his son.

but.

When Ouyang Feng saw Li Mochou draw her knife, he almost couldn't resist going out and killing her.

But he held back and chose to give Li Mochou a chance.

Fortunately, Li Mochou made the right choice.

"Heh...hehe..."

Behind the bushes, Ouyang Feng's old face revealed an extremely kind yet extremely lewd auntie smile.

"Okay...okay!"

Ouyang Feng was overjoyed.

"This daughter-in-law...is really great!"

"You say no, but your body says otherwise!"

In his madman's logic, since the woman was willing to cry for her son, tear her clothes for him, and hug him so tightly, then she must have truly fallen in love.

The Quanzhen School and the Ancient Tomb School are all unimportant.

The important thing is that his son now has someone who cares for him!

"My good son, it seems that your father made the right move."

Ouyang Feng nodded in satisfaction, finally feeling a huge weight lifted from his heart.

With this woman, who has a big bottom and is completely devoted to his son, he should be able to have a grandson soon.

"Since my daughter-in-law is so sensible, then I'll go take care of my business."

Ouyang Feng withdrew his gaze, his eyes instantly turning icy cold again.

"The Taoist priests of the Quanzhen School..."

"How dare you hurt my son..."

"Today, I will wipe you out completely!"

Ouyang Feng's figure blurred, and filled with killing intent, he headed straight for Chongyang Palace.

Inside the cave.

Li Mochou had no idea that she had just narrowly escaped death.

If she had shown even the slightest bit of murderous intent just now, she would already be a corpse.

She finally tied the last knot.

Looking at her shoulder, which was bandaged tightly, Li Mochou let out a long breath; her arm was so weak that she could barely lift it.

"call……"

She wanted to push Yang Guo away and make him lie on the ground.

But as soon as he exerted force, Yang Guo seemed to sense something and suddenly tightened his arms, unconsciously wrapping them around her waist.

That face not only didn't leave, but it was buried even deeper.

"Don't go..."

Yang Guo's voice was soft, filled with deep dependence, "Cold..."

Li Mochou's body stiffened.

The hand that was pushing the other hand stopped in mid-air.

It was already late at night, and the air in the mountains was very cold.

Yang Guo had lost too much blood and his body was indeed getting cold. If he didn't warm himself up, his injuries might worsen.

"You owe me something from your past life..."

Li Mochou cursed inwardly.

In the end, she didn't push him away.

Not only did she not push him away, she even inexplicably adjusted her sitting posture, leaning against the rock wall to make him more comfortable.

Warmth gradually spread in the small space.

The scent of crabapple blossoms mingled with the smell of blood, along with the boy's unique, crisp aura, creating a strange and wonderful aroma.

Li Mochou looked down at the person in her arms.

Looking at his pale face, looking at his restless eyes even in his sleep.

Her fingers gently traced his outline.

From the brow bone to the bridge of the nose, and then to those thin lips that always utter infuriating words.

"You little rascal."

Li Mochou murmured softly.

Her eyes became somewhat unfocused and dazed.

At this moment, the impenetrable wall in the heart of Fairy Chilian had unknowingly developed a huge crack.

Tonight, she didn't want to be some kind of female demon.

Just consider it someone paying off a debt.