Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The bowls and plates fell from Chu Ziyu's hands and exploded on the ground.

The smile on his face froze, and his cat ears stood up alertly, but then slowly relaxed.

“So you remembered.”

Chu Ziyu said softly, his tone was terrifyingly calm, "I thought I could keep it a secret for a little longer."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The last bit of warmth in Lin Ci'an's eyes disappeared, and the Jingzhe Sword burst out with dazzling lightning, pointing directly at Chu Ziyu's heart: "Why did you lie to me?! For the past year, you looked at me like a fool..."

His voice choked, "You killed everyone in the town, killed my second brother, but you pretended to be an innocent cat demon to approach me..."

Chu Ziyu did not dodge, allowing the tip of the sword to press against his heart.

His eyes were so gentle that it was heartbreaking: "I didn't lie to you, Xiao An. Xuetuan's every feeling for you is real."

"Shut up!"

Lin Ci'an roared, the tip of the sword penetrated halfway, and blood immediately stained Chu Ziyu's snow-white collar red, "You don't deserve to be called that name!"

Chu Ziyu frowned in pain, but still took a step forward, allowing the sword to penetrate deeper into his body.

He reached out and touched Lin Ci'an's cheek, his fingertips trembling: "I know you hate me..."

Chu Ziyu's voice was as light as a spider silk in the wind, and his fingertips traced Lin Ci'an's distorted face.

The lightning of the Jingzhe Sword crackled in his chest, and blood foam overflowed from the corners of his lips with every word he spoke, making his pale face look breathtakingly gorgeous.

"Boss! 87% of the internal organs are damaged! If this continues, I'm going to die!"

6872 was frantically sounding the alarm in his spiritual consciousness, and red light was flashing on the virtual panel.

"What's the hurry..."

Chu Ziyu chuckled in his mind, but the blood welling up in his throat forced him to stop talking.

He wiped the corner of his lips carelessly, rubbing the blood on his sleeves, and the snow-white sleeves suddenly blossomed with red plums, "...Don't we still have three lives left?"

Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip - this action of wiping the blood was exactly the same as the habit of his second senior brother before he died in the Demon Locking Tower.

His hand holding the sword suddenly trembled violently, and the blade stirred in the wound, bringing out more blood.

"You even want to learn this from him..."

Lin Ci'an's voice suddenly became unusually gentle, and his eyes were abnormally red. "Use senior brother's habits... use senior brother's little tricks..."

The Jingzhe Sword suddenly burst out with dazzling purple lightning, "How dare you?!"

Lin Ci'an thrust his wrist forward suddenly.

The tip of the sword went in another two inches, and the blade with blood beads glowed a strange blood color under the moonlight.

Chu Ziyu was nailed back half a step, and his lower back hit the stove, causing the herbs drying on the table to fall to the ground.

"Shut up!"

Lin Ci'an's eyes turned redder, and black energy oozed out from his seven orifices. "You don't deserve...you don't deserve to look at me like that..."

His voice suddenly got stuck, as if something was suddenly strangling his throat.

Chu Ziyu took the opportunity to raise his hand and touch his cheek.

This action caused the blade to stir in the wound. His pupils shrank in pain, but he still stubbornly wiped away the tears from Lin Ci'an's eyes: "I didn't...learn from anyone..."

With every word he spoke, the sword that pierced his chest scraped against his ribs, making a slight sound.

The Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and the neck showed fragile lines. The light blue blood vessels were extremely obvious under the pale skin.

"The vital signs have dropped to 60%...45%..."

The alarm of 6872 became more and more urgent.

Lin Ci'an suddenly let out a roar that was not like a human voice.

The light of the Jingzhe Sword became brighter and completely pierced through Chu Ziyu's chest.

The sword pierced through his back three inches, and with a dull sound as the tip of the sword nailed into the earth wall behind him, Chu Ziyu was nailed firmly to the wall, with his feet three inches off the ground.

The moonlight slanted in through the window, making his blood-stained silver hair almost transparent. The ends of his hair fell on the medicine grinder on the edge of the stove, covered with crushed Atractylodes lancea.

His face was as white as newly pasted window paper, except for the bloodstain on his lips which was shockingly bright.

With every weak breath, blood foam overflowed from the corners of his lips.

It slid down his chin and fell onto the collar of his shirt that had long been soaked with blood - the plain white shirt that Lin Ci'an had bought for him at the market last month. At this moment, large blood peonies were blooming on the front of the shirt, and there was a hideous tear at the back caused by the sword's edge.