The Hero in Exile

"Okay, it's time to end."

The shadow stabbed Moran in the back. Under the powerful magic, the enchantment on the weapon was also blessed. As long as it stabbed Moran, he would surely die. Moran closed his eyes and thought that his life was over. However, it was still very unhappy for a demon king to die at the hands of a pervert instead of a brave man.

"Don't even think about it, help me."

When the supporter is attacked at a close distance, he can use this skill to quickly move to the target to resist damage.

After releasing the skill, the speed is even faster than the shadow for a short time. Lingyu leans down and moves from Moran's left side to behind Moran to look at the shadow, and the holy sword also makes a gesture of chopping from bottom to top.

Shadow was shocked at first, as he didn't expect that he could be faster than himself in this situation. However, when he saw Lingyu's actions, he smiled. She was still too inexperienced. The support had no acceleration effect only after reaching the position. If she was in a defensive posture just now, she could still block it, but now she wanted to counterattack, so he would only be faster than her.

As the shadow blade got closer and closer to Lingyu, Lingyu's speed began to slow down. In the shadow's eyes, Lingyu's holy sword was as motionless as a statue. The shadow looked at Lingyu's expression with interest, fear, disgust and terror. What the shadow liked most was the interesting expressions of people before they died.

"Ahhh." Lingyu screamed out in pain at her abdomen, and blood oozed out of her lower abdomen, staining it red: "Ha, huh, hah, huh, you're so cruel." Normally, he wouldn't be so weak after being stabbed with just a knife, but this guy must have used something strange again.

"Lingyu!"

Moran didn't expect that in just a blink of an eye, Lingyu was almost dying, and it was all because of him. The anger almost overwhelmed Moran. Suddenly, he felt something holding his hand. He lowered his head and saw Lingyu. The cool temperature of her palm made Moran calm down again.

"Thank you for the compliment." Shadow was not panicked. Even if the person behind him came, he would have no way to deal with him now. He wanted to draw out the dagger but was grabbed by a strong hand. Shadow looked up and saw Lingyu actually used his strength to bless and temporarily hold him in such a weak situation: "Why don't you use the remaining strength to tell your last words? Don't forget that I can still get rid of it."

"Moran is here now." Lingyu said tremblingly, using almost all her strength.

"Shadow Shackles." Moran had already prepared the magic as planned.

The Shadow Shackles hit Shadow at close range without giving Shadow a chance to react, and the Shadow's dagger had not yet been pulled out and was still judged as an attack. This was Lingyu's original plan to use herself as bait in exchange for an opportunity.

"What? How could this happen?" The shadow lost his previous composure, and the darkness on his body became solid. Even though his movements were restricted to a certain extent by the shackles, he did not give up and wanted to pull his hand back.

Moran did not give Lingyu a chance to draw out the demonic energy on the magic sword and began to gather "demon form!" This state could only last for a few seconds, just like Lingyu, but it was enough.

"Let me go!" Even though Lingyu had no reaction and lowered his head, he couldn't pull his hand back because she was holding it.

"I still have a chance! Screen..." Shadow used all the magic in his body to block the attack.

"The field unfolds."

"What?" Seeing the shadow's puzzled expression, the magic that had not yet been released dissipated in Lingyu's territory. The sword did not deviate and hit the neck. When the shadow's head fell to the ground, he looked at Lingyu with a forced smile in his eyes.

"Mo, Molan..." After Shadow's death, Lingyu collapsed under the burden.

"Ling, Lingyu, you must hold on." Moran covered the wound but it was useless as the wound was already bleeding. If she was not treated in time, she would die.

The sound of the buzzing almost brought Moran back to his senses. Lingyu's serious injury almost made him lose his mind. Moran tore off his precious Demon King outfit and used the cloth strips to slow down the bleeding.

Moran carried Lingyu on his back and felt his skin was very cold when it touched Lingyu. There was no time to delay. After the shadow died, the field also disappeared. Moran carried Lingyu to the nearest clinic.

"Is anyone there? We need help, please open the door." Moran kept knocking but no one responded.

Moran gently placed Lingyu against the wall and prepared to enter in a forceful manner.

"You guys, do you need help?"

A little nun from the church opposite the clinic poked her head out and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Doctor Zhang went to the neighboring Honglin Village to treat a patient a few days ago. Why don't you bring the patient to me?"

Moran was stunned for a moment but this was the only way at the moment. If the nun was also aware of her identity, she could take action first once she made any move.

Following the nun's guidance, they came to a room inside. The sacred atmosphere in the church made Moran feel very uncomfortable, but he didn't have the time to care about it at the moment.

They went to the bedroom and put Lingyu on the bed. At first the nun thought she was sick or something, but when she got closer she saw how serious the situation was. It was a miracle that Lingyu was still breathing.

The nun was busy running around inside and asked Moran to wait outside. Moran went out obediently. The atmosphere inside was really irritating and the random thoughts in his mind made him not want to stay here, so he went out and sat outside the church gate waiting for her notification.

Thinking of the past, Moran sometimes laughs and sometimes becomes serious. But he is happy when he thinks of the time he was with Lingyu. Although there were many troubles, it was also fulfilling. Moreover, he has become accustomed to living with Lingyu. In a sense, he also hopes to continue living like this.

This might be love. Swel (the housekeeper) once said that this kind of emotion will suddenly break into your life and you are unprepared. Moran felt that it was just as he said. He could only hope that the nun could save Lingyu.

"You have to be okay." Moran clasped his hands against his forehead.