Chapter 1845: I Love You

I Love You

Su Zhiwei turned her head and walked outside without hesitation.

"Big Sister Zhiwei!" Yao Qing's aged voice hurriedly rang out.

Su Zhiwei, whose Killing Intent was awe-inspiring, stopped in her tracks and looked back... In those eyes, only endless guilt and gentleness remained.

"What's wrong?"

"I no longer have the strength to fight side by side with you..." Yao Qing's lips pursed slightly, "You must protect yourself well. I... I..."

"Yao Qing, you don't need to force yourself. You've already done too much for me..." Su Zhiwei's beautiful eyes flowed with emotion,

"You, just wait for me here."

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave.

Su Zhiwei's footsteps that were about to step out the door suddenly stopped in midair.

She slowly turned her head to look behind her. The dim light from the old window shone into the narrow room. An aged figure covered in wounds, like a setting sun about to sink into the earth, looked at Su Zhiwei deeply and firmly in the dim light...

In his hand, a bouquet of flowers woven from Embroidery Threads had appeared at some point.

"I love you." Yao Qing held the flowers and repeated it again. On his aged face, one could actually see some of the restraint and shyness of a youth.

Su Zhiwei was stunned for a long time. Those eyes as gentle as water surfaced with a smile:

"I thought you hiding here was because you didn't dare to see me... I thought I would be the first to take the initiative to say these words."

"I originally planned to hide... After all, I look like this now." Yao Qing smiled helplessly, "But Director Chen said that love must be spoken out bravely. My love has already been guarding this courtyard for more than three hundred years, and shouldn't leave any regrets because of a moment of pessimism..."

"So..."

Yao Qing took a deep breath, held the embroidered flowers, and spoke solemnly:

"I love you, Big Sister Zhiwei. This love has already lasted for three hundred years... But, it will not stop at three hundred years."

"No matter what happens, my love will be like this bouquet of embroidered flowers, life after life, eternal."

Su Zhiwei walked step by step back to Yao Qing.

She gently took the bouquet of flowers, her fingertips gently rubbing across the petals... The Embroidery Threads were truly too fine, so fine that one couldn't even tell it was embroidered. Even the tactile sensation was exactly the same as real flowers.

The only difference between the two was that the bouquet in her hand would never wither, would never fade, just like that introverted yet fiery love, eternal.

Su Zhiwei preciously put this bouquet of flowers into the Mustard Seed Space of String Theory. Those red eyes quietly watched Yao Qing...

She opened her arms and hugged Yao Qing's neck, their faces close enough to feel each other's breath.

"I love you too, Yao Qing." Su Zhiwei kissed him gently on the lips,

"...Wait for me to come back."

The auras of seven Demigods agitated above the Red Dust Domain.

Su Zhiwei didn't stay any longer, but released Yao Qing's neck and walked out with big strides... The moment she stepped out the door, the gentleness in her eyes was gradually replaced by icy Killing Intent, and the Nine Sovereign Tier aura erupted with a boom.

Buzz——!!!

The hem of her white martial arts suit flapped loudly in the fierce wind.

Yao Qing sat on the dim bed, quietly watching that back leave. He didn't know how long passed before those eyes containing fiery love slowly closed.

He took a deep breath, a pure child-like smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He placed his hands on his chest and slowly lay back flat on the bed...

"Mm..."

"As expected, one cannot leave regrets."

"Director Chen... many thanks."

In the quiet room, Yao Qing's vitality was still silently slipping away.

He just lay on the bed like this, like a contented old man, peacefully waiting for the arrival of the end of his life.

...

Clang——!

Killing Intent sword rays flashed, and the zither strings in Duke Su's hands shattered simultaneously.

The broken zither strings cut Duke Su's slender fingers and also left deep bloodstains on her body... She spat out a mouthful of blood in pain and with difficulty flashed backward amidst the surging ancient Killing Intent.

The hem of the red-clothed girl's clothes continuously danced under the sword of that fierce general. Even though she was already trying hard to dodge, with every step she retreated, a dripping sword wound would appear on her body, and her clothes became increasingly fragmented.

Duke Su clenched her silver teeth, seemingly unable to hold on for much longer.

This Demigod of the Path of the Soldier before her was much stronger than the previous Duke of Feathers, and his attacks were quite direct and neat. Every sword was a pure sword of slaughter, aiming for a fatal strike.

"Interesting." Bai Qi swung his sword expressionlessly, looking for an opportunity to harvest Duke Su's life, but appreciation surfaced almost imperceptibly in his eyes,

"In my life, I have killed countless people. To be able to maintain calm under the oppression of my Killing Intent is already different from ordinary people... Even for veteran generals experienced in a hundred battles, some would have their courage shattered by my sword..."

"For you, a weak woman, to be pushed to this extent and actually still be able to remain calm and collected, preferring death to submission."

"What is there to fear about death?" Duke Su's voice rang out softly and gracefully, "People like us shouldn't have lived in this era in the first place... Dying is also good."

Bai Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, his appreciation becoming even stronger.

"Very good."

"Then I will send you on your way."

As the Path of the Soldier behind Bai Qi silently extended, surging Killing Intent enveloped his whole body in an instant. In the next second, a sword shadow like a roaming dragon rolled up the aura of death and frantically surged toward Duke Su!

This sword was already the peak of the Path of the Soldier!

Clang——!!

The sword hum whistled. Duke Su watched helplessly as this sword flew toward her with overwhelming momentum, a trace of despair flashing in her eyes.

But she didn't give up. Instead, she held a zither in the void, her fingertips plucking continuously. Bursts of crisp zither sounds rang out from around her. Sky full of red flowers coming from who knows where was like a tornado, intertwining with the hem of her red clothes, blocking between her and Bai Qi's sword.

But even so, the zither sounds and petals still couldn't completely block that monstrous Killing Intent.

Clang!!!

The Killing Intent frantically tore apart the red flowers, the piercing sword hum overpowering the zither sounds.

An icy sword shadow was seen piercing through Duke Su's body like lightning. The latter's body suddenly paused... A bright red color slowly spread from her abdomen.

Her delicate body continuously retreated. The moment her lips opened, large mouthfuls of blood splattered on the ground.

At the same time, a light sound of surprise came from the opposite side.

"Actually still not dead..."

Bai Qi shook his head, raised his hand and grabbed the Long Sword that had spun back, his gaze looking at Duke Su as calm as water, "I better let you be freed as soon as possible."

The moment he was about to raise his hand and swing his sword, seven roaring Demigod's Auras suddenly descended from the firmament!

Boom——!!!!

Bai Qi was like being smashed by a mountain. His legs directly sank deeply into the spiderweb-like earth, and the armor on his body let out an overwhelmed clicking sound.

He held his sword with one hand and fiercely looked up...

Seven figures, already like heavenly gods, slowly floated down from the sky.