Bravely enter the heavens and become a god

The early morning light shone into the room. Luo Ying slowly opened the door, stretched, and a refreshing smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Ye Qun, good morning!" she greeted cheerfully.

Feng Yequn turned around, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He avoided her gaze and responded:

"morning!"

When she caught Feng Yequn's evasive gaze, she couldn't help but move her body slightly, sometimes moving forward, sometimes moving backward, sometimes leaning left, sometimes leaning right, just to be able to observe his eyes more clearly. She stared into his eyes, as if she wanted to see through his inner world. Her voice was soft and firm, as if there was a magic that made Feng Yequn unable to avoid her gaze. She smiled playfully and said:

"What's wrong? There's something wrong with you today!"

Hearing her words, Feng Yequn's heart beat wildly like thunder. He turned his head hastily, trying to escape from the eyes that made him intoxicated. Her eyes seemed to have magic, deeply attracting him and making him unable to extricate himself. He was afraid that he would be intoxicated by this gentle look and unable to extricate himself. He stuttered and said:

"What's wrong? Stop imagining it!"

Luo Ying blinked her bright eyes, with a hint of mischievous smile, and asked softly:

"I didn't do anything inappropriate yesterday...after drinking. Did I flirt with you?"

Feng Yequn was somewhat flustered by her sudden words, and he hurriedly explained:

"What are you talking about! You were drunk as a dead pig last night and fell asleep right away!"

There was a hint of helplessness and indulgence in his voice, as if he was blaming her for her drunken behavior, but he couldn't help but defend her.

Luo Ying took a deep breath, patted his chest and said:

"That's good, that's good! I was just afraid that I would tell the truth after drinking, and you would hear all my secrets!"

After saying that, Luo Ying gently covered her mouth, her eyes flashing with mischief, and she laughed secretly. Feng Yequn was so nervous that he was at a loss. His voice trembled slightly, and he felt mixed emotions. He nervously explained:

"No, no, you slept inside all night, and I stayed outside all night!"

Luo Ying playfully stretched out her hand, grabbed Feng Yequn's palm and gently hit it in the air, clapping hands as if two naughty friends had reached a little secret. She said mischievously:

"Good brother, if you really heard something I shouldn't have said, you must keep it a secret for me!"

Suddenly, several dark shadows rushed by like the wind. Feng Yequn was quick to pull Luo Ying behind him and protected her tightly. Luo Ying poked her head out from under Feng Yequn's protection, her eyes full of fear. She asked tremblingly:

"Why are you still here?"

Feng Yequn's eyes once again became as sharp as ice, like a sword unsheathed, with a cold light. He spoke coldly, his voice revealing a chilling indifference and determination.

"It will be difficult to report to the mission if there is no blood on their knives! There are more people coming this time, so there will be a fierce battle. You must hide behind me!"

Luo Ying nodded and agreed:

"Uh-huh"

In the mysterious swords and shadows, Luo Ying's figure seemed extremely lonely. Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a sharp sword stabbed straight at her. At this critical moment, Luo Ying's mind flashed with Feng Yequn's previous words:

"It will be difficult to report if there is no blood on their knife!"

Thinking of this, Luo Ying slowly closed her eyes and waited for the sword to pierce her. In the dark and mysterious atmosphere, she waited quietly. The tense atmosphere in the air was almost suffocating, and the cold sword, like a silver poisonous snake, was ready to take Luo Ying's life.

However, at this critical moment, Feng Yequn rushed towards Luo Ying like a ghostly wind, pushing her away from the brink of death. His movements were swift and decisive, as if an invisible force was protecting her.

The tip of the sword pierced through the air like lightning, and finally stabbed into Feng Yequn's chest. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only Feng Yequn's determined eyes and the blood pouring out of his chest. There was no fear or regret on his face, only deep protection and determination for Luo Ying.

"Brother Ye Qun!" Luo Ying screamed.

The leading man in black said coldly:

"Guard Feng, why are you so stupid? Is it worth sacrificing a hundred years of your cultivation for a mortal girl?"

Feng Yequn covered his wound, blood seeping out from his fingers. He supported his body with his sword, trying not to fall down. He endured the pain and said to them:

"My blood is already on your swords. You can go back and report now. Don't hurt her again!"

In the dim room, Feng Yequn lay quietly on the bed, his chest was wrapped with layers of bandages. Luo Ying sat in front of his bed, her slender fingers gently running across the bandages, her eyes filled with deep self-blame. Luo Ying felt the texture of the bandages with her fingertips, her heart filled with worry and uneasiness, but more of it, deep guilt towards Feng Yequn.

"Brother Yequn, does it hurt?"

Her hand touched his chest, and Feng Yequn's heart was suddenly struck by lightning, and a strong electric current instantly spread throughout his body. His heart was throbbing as if he had been electrocuted. He nervously held her hand, his voice trembling with nervousness:

"Don't touch it!"

Luo Ying was startled and asked nervously:

"Did I hurt you?"

Feng Yequn felt the electric current causing his heartbeat to speed up. His heart beat violently and a sharp pain spread from his wound like a torn soul, causing him to cough softly and hoarsely.

His heart was like a burning star, his deep love and desire for her was like a blazing flame that could no longer be concealed, and he accidentally let it slip:

"No, it's...it makes my heart beat faster!"

A trace of astonishment flashed across Luo Ying's eyes, as if she was frozen by an invisible force. She froze in place, only able to let out a short exclamation:

"what!"

Feng Yequn immediately realized his slip of the tongue. His heart tightened, and he quickly changed the subject as if to turn the tide, trying to make up for the mistake he had blurted out, and hurriedly explained:

"I mean...I mean the pain from the wound made my heart beat faster!"

Guilt was written all over Luo Ying's face. Her voice was low and trembling, as if every word was carrying a heavy burden, and it was difficult for her to say it out loud:

"Brother Ye Qun, it's all my fault! If I hadn't wanted them to stab me so that I could take my blood back for the mission, you wouldn't have been injured!"

When Feng Yequn heard this, the deep affection in his eyes was as bright as the stars, and he could no longer hide it. He couldn't help but reach out and hook her nose, with a doting smile on his lips, and his voice was low and gentle:

"Little fool, do you think their swords are ordinary swords?"

Luo Ying's body seemed to be frozen by magic in an instant, petrified into a still statue. This long-lost little gesture, the familiar nickname that made her heart beat faster, and the gentle tone that seemed to melt her heart, all reminded her of Hua Yuchen. She couldn't help but call out:

"Brother Yuchen..."

When Feng Yequn heard this, his heart was like a storm, turbulent waves, mixed emotions intertwined, sadness surged like a tide, his mood seemed to be swallowed by the power of darkness, and he fell into an endless abyss. He lowered his head involuntarily, trying to hide his inner loss. Luo Ying realized that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly explained:

"I mistook you for him again..."

Luo Ying's explanation made Feng Yequn's heart feel like it was pierced by an invisible sword, causing him great pain. His low and suppressed voice seemed to come from the abyss, filled with endless sorrow and despair. He said in a low and suppressed voice:

"I understand...he is the only one in your heart..."

Luo Ying did not realize the deeper meaning of Feng Yequn's words. She tried hard to smooth things over, with an awkward and helpless smile crossing her lips, trying to resolve the sudden embarrassment with her silly laughter.

"That's off topic... You just said their swords aren't ordinary swords. So what are they?"

Feng Yequn raised his head, his eyes full of love for her. He said affectionately:

"The sword of the Heavenly Guards was able to injure me so badly that I could have lost your life. Not only your life, but your soul as well. You won't even have the chance to reincarnate!"

Luo Ying was horrified and felt even more guilty:

"Is that so? Then I owe you a life! No, N lives! This is a huge favor!"

Suddenly, Feng Yequn stretched out his hand and gently pinched her cheek, with deep love flashing in his eyes. His voice was gentle and low, as if it had traveled through the long years and gently touched her heartstrings.

"Then... return it to me in the next life!"

He whispered affectionately, every word was filled with endless tenderness and expectation. His eyes were so serious, as if he had seen the reincarnation of the future and the moment when they met again.

Luo Ying felt the temperature of his fingers, and the warmth and touch made her heart beat faster. She looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion and nervousness.

"you……"

She was about to say something but was interrupted by Feng Yequn's awkward yet warm smile.

"I was kidding you."

He smiled gently, trying to ease the sudden tension, but his eyes were still shining with love, as if he had been unable to extricate himself from the whirlpool of emotions for her.

He paused for a moment, then gazed at Luo Ying affectionately, his tone firm and serious:

"I let them stab me with this sword on purpose. Only in this way can I keep you safe for the time being!"

Luo Ying's heart was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and he was deeply shocked:

"Brother Ye Qun, you..."

Her voice was trembling and full of disbelief.

The two looked at each other, and there was a subtle emotion in the air. In order to break the sudden silence and embarrassment, Luo Ying hurriedly reached out and gently patted Feng Yequn's chest.

She smiled and said, "From now on, you are my best buddy! The kind of friend who will last for life and death!"

However, the moment Feng Yequn heard this, a trace of loss and pain flashed in his eyes. His eyes were dim and sad, and a sharp heartache made him cover his chest and groan in pain:

"what!"

When Luo Ying heard his scream, he immediately touched his chest with concern and said self-reproachfully:

"I'm sorry, I forgot you still had a wound on your chest!"

Feng Yequn tightly held Luo Ying's hand that was groping on his chest, his eyes filled with complicated emotions:

"you……"

His voice was trembling and helpless.

Feng Yequn felt an indescribable impulse in his heart. He couldn't help but hold Luo Ying's hand and gently put it on his pounding chest. Luo Ying's heart was shocked by the strong heartbeat. She quickly pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted. Shyness and panic intertwined on her face. She said nervously:

"I... forgot... I... um... I'm still cooking soup in the pot, yes! I'll serve you a bowl of soup!"

She didn't dare to look directly into Feng Yequn's affectionate gaze, and turned around and fled in panic, leaving Feng Yequn alone there, feeling lost and helpless.