Chapter 219

For a moment, both of them were stunned.

The boy's cheek still retained the warmth from her lips; he dazed slightly, unconsciously loosening his grip on her, his gaze deep as he stared at her, his thin lips parting: "You offended me."

Hearing those two words "offended," Yuan Yao's mind felt as if flowers had burst open.

"I didn't mean to!" Yuan Yao stepped back several times, her mood complex as she explained: "I just... just brushed against you, it shouldn't be a problem."

As she said that, she sneakily glanced at him.

The boy's face instantly turned cold: "No problem?"

Yuan Yao said: "You laid hands on me for no reason, that's why this happened! So you can't blame only me; you must blame yourself too."

The boy stared at her, voice cold: "You were sneaking around, I thought you were... someone with ill intentions, so I acted against you."

"Then let's just let this matter go." Yuan Yao blinked, saying tentatively.

The boy said coldly.

"Can't let it go."

Yuan Yao lifted her head, meeting his icy black eyes, feeling as if a poisonous snake were staring at her—a feeling very familiar.

She really wanted to confirm his identity right now.

So she stepped toward him.

"Just now I saw, the back of your clothes seems torn."

Upon hearing that, the boy slightly frowned, turning his head to look behind, only to discover Yuan Yao had quickly leaned in to look at his back.

A flash of disappointment crossed Yuan Yao's eyes.

He is not Xie Yan.

Xie Yan's hair ends are not only slightly curled, but also blaze like an iris flower with a striking red hue.

And his hair is black and straight.

He also does not wear that jade-green gourd at his waist, and his sword grip is different.

"I must have mistaken." Yuan Yao had already withdrawn her gaze, stepping back two paces.

The boy gazed deeply at her, not missing the fleeting hint of desolation that crossed her face; his thin lips unconsciously pressed together.

"The offense you committed just now cannot be let go."

Yuan Yao hadn't expected him to circle back to that topic; she felt a bit stifled and said: "Then what do you want?"

If it weren't for this person's unfathomable strength, she would have run away already.

"Follow me."

Yuan Yao froze, looking at him in disbelief: "You wouldn't want me to repay you with my body, would you?"

The boy retorted sarcastically: "Do you think I could take a liking to you?"

Hearing that, Yuan Yao not only wasn't offended, but felt considerably relieved.

"Then why do you want me to follow you?"

The boy lowered his eyes, his voice carrying an eerie calm: "I will have an episode these two days."

Yuan Yao frowned: "So you want me to protect you?"

"Mm."

Yuan Yao seemed thoughtful.

"You have no right to refuse." Seeing her lower her head and droop her brows, the boy guessed she was likely looking for a chance to get away from him.

Yuan Yao heard that and gave a faint smile.

Seeing her smile, the boy guessed: "You want to beat me up while I'm sick?"

Yuan Yao's brows twitched violently—how could this person understand her so well?

She fixed her gaze firmly on the boy.

"Are you surnamed Xie?!"

The boy unhurriedly gave an "hmm."

Hearing that, Yuan Yao still felt doubtful—could he really be Xie Yan? But why does he act as if he doesn't know her?

"I am surnamed Xie, given name Zixu." The boy's lips curled into a faint smile, then he lowered his eyes to stare at Yuan Yao, repeating each syllable: "Xie, Zi, Xu."

Yuan Yao lifted her head to look at his exquisitely beautiful face, the corners of his eyes slightly lifted, so beautiful it made one's heart skip.

Her breath caught slightly.

In the moment she swayed, the boy had already straightened his posture.

Yuan Yao said: "Are you sure you only need two days?"

Xie Zixu gave a soft "hmm."

In three days, it will be the time when the human envoy squad enters the Wanli Plains.

Yuan Yao pondered a moment, then could only reluctantly agree.

She can't beat him, nor can she run away.

She can only follow this guy for now.

Moreover, she feels he is very familiar.

"What's your name?"

"Yuan Yao."

"In this Liuguang Secret Realm, it's better not to reveal your true identity; change your name, call yourself Yao Xie." Xie Zixu said lightly.

"Then you should also change your surname, call yourself Yuan Zixu." Yuan Yao stared at him expressionlessly.

Xie Zixu fell silent for a moment.

Before Xie Zixu could speak, Yuan Yao suddenly laughed and said: "If you think Yuan Zixu doesn't sound good, then how about Yuan Yan? Or perhaps..."

Xie Yan!

Yuan Yao's anger flared; she threw a punch straight at Xie Zixu's chest!

Xie Zixu took her punch squarely, letting out a low grunt, then a flicker of shock appeared in his eyes.

Xie Yan, you lied to me—disfigurement is fake, identity is fake, the teasing is real!

Yuan Yao felt she had been toyed with by him again and again.

Not a single word from his mouth is true.

She drew her sword and slashed toward Xie Zixu!

Xie Zixu sidestepped to avoid it.

Yuan Yao!

Yuan Yao heard the voice, stopped her action, and stared at him with icy eyes: "From the very beginning, I shouldn't have trusted you!"

She turned and left.

The youth stood frozen in place, then lifted his foot to chase after her.

Yuan Yao, I…

Before he could finish, Yuan Yao pressed the tip of her sword against the side of his neck.

The two just stared at each other.

The girl's eyes burned with fury, as if she wanted to burn him to ashes.

I haven't been teasing you. The youth's face tightened; after a few seconds of silence, he lowered his eyes to hide his emotions and said softly: I have two identities. My identity is special, so no one can know it.

In this world, no one knows that I am both Xie Yan and Xie Zixu. Because anyone who knows ends up dead. His voice was cold, he slowly lifted his eyelids, his eyes turning grim and sinister, a dangerous aura emanating from him: You've always didn't want to know my secret, haven't you? And you also know that anyone who sees my true face must die, don't you?

Xie Yan knew his identity must not be exposed; once exposed, he would fall into an abyss of eternal doom.

He stepped closer to her, the side of his neck nicked by Yuan Yao's Phantom Spirit sword, drawing blood.

Even so, he did not stop his steps.

Yuan Yao's heart was a tumult of feelings; she warily stared at the boy before her, both familiar and strange, half-threat, half-warning: Don't move! Otherwise I really will kill you!

Suddenly, Xie Yan's lips curled slightly.

He looked a little mad.

Yuan Yao felt that the current Xie Yan was highly abnormal; a strange bloodlight flickered in his eyes.

She saw his pale, slender fingers about to clasp her neck.

Yuan Yao sensed danger, gritted her teeth, and was about to stab him with her sword to snap him awake—

Suddenly, he collapsed toward her without any warning.

Yuan Yao instinctively embraced him.

So heavy.

This guy looks so thin—how can he be so heavy?!

Hey, Xie… Xie Zixu! Yuan Yao knew his identity was Xie Zixu, so she corrected herself, lest she slip up and reveal his identity.

Xie Zixu, you wouldn't have had an attack early, would you?