The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

"Walk?"

Ye Fuguang chuckled softly, his laughter tinged with a near-collapse-like madness.

"Let's go, of course we'll go."

"Now that you know who I am, so be it. I've had enough of pretending and enough of enduring it."

Ye Fuguang approached step by step, stepping over the mess on the ground, and reached out to hug Wen Yubai.

Just as those hands were about to touch.

Wen Yubai stepped back, instantly creating distance between them.

Ye Fuguang was taken aback. "You don't have any Chinese medicine?"

Wen Yubai looked up. "Are you disappointed?"

He was indeed drugged; the wine in that glass was probably heavily poisoned.

He only ingested very little food, and now his limbs are somewhat weak.

Ye Fuguang also noticed that his movements were somewhat hesitant.

He didn't want to hurt him, but he couldn't let go.

Seize the opportunity, even if you get kicked hard in the injured abdomen, and forcefully hug him.

Wen Yubai struggled to break free with his right hand and raised it.

"Snapped!"

Ye Fuming could easily dodge or grab his wrist.

But he didn't.

He simply stood there, neither dodging nor avoiding.

A crisp, loud slap landed hard on his face.

Wen Yubai's eyes were icy cold, devoid of any of his usual gentleness, filled only with the anger and disgust of being deceived and coerced.

It's happening again! Why do these so-called main characters never follow the plot?

Ye Fuguang's head was turned slightly as he was hit, and finger marks appeared on his cheek.

He slowly turned his face back, not angry, but looking at Wen Yubai with an almost sorrowful, unfathomable gaze.

The despair in his eyes was almost overflowing, but a twisted smile appeared on his lips.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Well done."

"If this makes you feel better, then so be it."

Before he finished speaking, he tightened his arms again.

"Let go!"

"Don't even think about it."

Ye Fuguang felt his body trembling slightly with anger, and felt a tearing pain in his heart.

He buried his face in his beloved's neck, but his voice was broken and incoherent.

"Please...please..."

Please like me a little bit.

Don't look at me like that.

The words that followed lingered in his throat, eventually turning into a silent sob.

Wen Yubai turned his head away, a thin crack appearing in his heart that he could hardly suppress.

Fu Xi, the one with the cold face who would hand him bowls and plates while he was cooking, the one who would wait at the door while he went shopping.

Why...

Why is he the leader of a demonic cult?

188 didn't say that the leader of the demonic sect would cross-dress...

This brief moment of compassion was like a spark, quickly swallowed up.

The trembling that came from the chest pressed against his only made him feel incredibly ironic.

How could such an absurd drama happen?

In the midst of this suffocating stalemate, a clear, sharp sword light struck.

"Let him go!"

Ye Fuguang, carrying Wen Yubai, quickly dodged, and the sword whizzed past his arm.

He shielded Wen Yubai tightly behind him and looked up at the newcomer.

Ye Fuguang's eyes flashed with anger, old grudges and new hatreds surging in his heart.

"Yun Zhaoting?"

Wen Yubai looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man standing at the door with a sword in his hand. He was dressed in blue and had a stern look in his eyes.

"Ye Fuguang, it really is you!"

Yun Zhaoting received a secret letter from a friend, mentioning that a man dressed as a woman was appearing near Qingshui Town, acting suspiciously, and was suspected to be a member of the Demonic Sect.

Adhering to the principle of "better to investigate wrongly than to let go," Yun Zhaoting turned back, only to unexpectedly find the hiding place of the Demonic Sect leader.

Yun Zhaoting pointed his long sword straight at Wen Yubai, who was protecting him behind him. He saw that Wen Yubai's clothes were disheveled and his face was pale.

Seeing the corpses scattered all over the inn, he was filled with even greater rage.

"How dare you commit murder and kidnapping in broad daylight! Release Manager Wen!"

"What I do with him is none of your business."

Ye Fuguang sneered and protected Wen Yubai even more tightly.

"Stubborn to the end!"

Yun Zhaoting said no more, and his sword moves came down like a whirlwind.

However, he left himself room to maneuver with every sword strike, for fear of accidentally injuring Wen Yubai, who was being protected by Ye Fuguang.

With such considerations, the sword strikes, though dense, were not fatal.

Ye Fuguang was already injured, and because he was protecting Wen Yubai, he was restrained and immediately fell into a slight disadvantage.

He could clearly use Wen Yubai as a shield, and given Yun Zhaoting's reputation for benevolence and righteousness, he would surely hesitate to act rashly.

But he couldn't possibly do that.

Ye Fuguang glanced behind her unintentionally and saw Wen Yubai watching everything with a cold and distant look.

There was a time when, whenever he pretended to sprain his ankle, this person would rush to help him up, full of concern.

Now, covered in blood, he receives only indifferent stares in return.

It turns out that stripped of Fu Xi's identity, he was truly unimportant to him, less than a stranger.

This realization was like a venomous snake, gnawing fiercely at his heart.

If I die in front of you, will I be seen by you again?

In utter despair, he actually released his hand from Wen Yubai's protection, ceasing both defense and counterattack.

She just took one last deep look at Wen Yubai.

good chance!

Yun Zhaoting seized this opportunity, struck at the heart of the matter, and completely eradicated this scourge from the martial arts world.

"Master!"

Ye Fuguang's subordinates arrived late, only to witness Yun Zhaoting's deadly attack, while their leader seemed to have gone mad for some unknown reason.

Surprisingly, he neither dodged nor avoided, and his brows held an unprecedented gray-white deathly resolve.

Several people, their eyes bloodshot, rushed forward with all their might, but it was still too late.

Just then, an inkstone was thrown over and struck the sword with a clang.

This caused Yun Zhaoting's sword to deflect slightly, and the sharp blade cut a bloody gash on Ye Fuguang's arm.

But it is not fatal.

Both of them looked in the direction from which the inkstone had come from.

Suddenly, a scorching light burst forth in Ye Fuguang's previously lifeless eyes, like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

He couldn't bear to see me die.

Wen Yubai avoided his burning gaze.

Ye Fuguang is one of the main characters, he can't die here.

"Manager Wen?"

Yun Zhaoting could not hide his astonishment.

He clearly saw that the demon had just tried to forcibly abduct people, so why were the abducted people now trying to save them?

While he was distracted, the members of the Demonic Sect swarmed over.

Although Yun Zhaoting's swordsmanship was superb, he was not at a disadvantage against multiple opponents and even had the strength to protect Wen Yubai.

Ye Fuguang pressed his bleeding arm, his gaze fixed on Wen Yubai.

He is still recovering from his internal injuries, so it will be difficult for him to take Wen Yubai with him.

But he knew that Wen Yubai couldn't bear to see him die.

That's enough.

There is ample time.

He gave Wen Yubai a deep look.

"Walk!"

Ye Fuguang led his men into the night.

Yun Zhaoting stood with his sword in hand, gazing in the direction they had left, filled with resentment.

He was not an impulsive person, and pursuing the enemy alone at this moment was definitely not the best course of action.

When the inn returned to silence, only the mess on the floor remained as a testament to the harrowing experience that had just taken place.

Yun Zhaoting sheathed his sword and walked up to Wen Yubai.

After a moment's hesitation, he finally voiced the question that had been bothering him.

"Manager Wen, what were you doing just now?"

Wen Yubai lowered his eyes, his voice a little hoarse.

"Please forgive me, Young Master Yun. That person has worked in my shop for several months. He acted impulsively just now."

That excuse is weak.

Yun Zhaoting frowned slightly, his gaze finally settling on Wen Yubai's trembling hand.

He suddenly stepped forward and gently grasped the other person's wrist.

Are you injured?

Wen Yubai subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, but the other person held it firmly.

He then noticed a slight pain in his wrist.

"No, I'm just a little tired."

Yun Zhaoting gently pressed his fingertips against the meridians on his wrist, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Your internal energy is blocked; you've probably been given a drug that can neutralize your internal energy."

He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, but paused slightly as he handed it over.

Although this Qingxin Powder can neutralize the toxicity of most muscle-relaxing drugs, it is not suitable for someone who has just saved the leader of a demonic cult.

Is this appropriate?