After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Shen Zhiyi sat on the ground blankly for a long time, listening to the man on the bed muttering "Xing'er" from time to time...

Tears kept flowing from her unfocused eyes.

She is also my father’s daughter and a young lady from a marquis’s mansion. Why can Shen Nanxing easily get Brother Yu’s love without doing anything?

Why is it that no matter how hard she tries, the person Brother Yu loves from the bottom of his heart is always Shen Nanxing?

She had always thought that she and Brother Yu had been together day and night for so many years, they had slept in the same bed almost every day and had deep communication, and Brother Yu had already truly fallen in love with her...

But now that she saw Brother Yu being attacked by the blood parasite, she finally understood.

It turns out that I have been deceiving myself all along!

Brother Yu never loved her.

What she thought was love was nothing more than his forced dependence after taking the blood parasite...

After figuring it all out, Shen Zhiyi felt heartbroken.

She covered her heart, it really hurt!

With a "wow" sound, Xie Tingyu on the bed spat out a large mouthful of blood, which instantly dyed the pillowcase red.

It also awakened Shen Zhiyi who was immersed in pain.

Shen Zhiyi's pupils shrank: "Brother Yu!"

She panicked when she saw the man's face was pale and looked like he was about to die at any moment.

"Someone, come quickly!"

"Someone is coming——"

"Is there anyone...?"

When no one responded after she called out several times, she used all her strength to help the man up from the bed and supported him as he walked out.

She wanted to take him back to Xinlan Garden.

Xie Tingyu's entire body weight was pressed on Shen Zhiyi, almost pushing her to the ground.

Shen Zhiyi gritted his teeth, used all his strength to support himself, took heavy steps, and moved out step by step with Xie Tingyu.

The night was empty and I didn't meet anyone along the way.

Xie Tingyu occasionally spat out blood, all on Shen Zhiyi's body and neck.

Shen Zhiyi didn't care at all, and just kept coaxing him: "Brother Yu, be obedient, don't spit blood, just bear with it..."

Even when Xie Tingyu shouted "Xing'er, don't leave me".

Shen Zhiyi also answered him with tears in her eyes: "Okay, I won't leave you, never..."

After discovering that he vomited less blood after being coaxed in this way, Shen Zhiyi felt a bittersweet feeling in his heart, but also a little relieved.

They walked and stopped along the way and fell several times. It took Shen Zhiyi a lot of effort to finally get the person back to Xinlan Garden and put him on the bed.

Looking at Xie Tingyu's pale face, she didn't dare to delay for a moment. She took a porcelain bowl and a dagger from the kitchen and returned to the room.

After closing the door, she sat on a low stool in front of the bed and took off her clothes one by one.

In the end, only a light pink bellyband was left on the upper body.

She glanced at the dagger and porcelain bowl beside her, and then at the man lying on the bed, who was pale but still handsome.

Shen Zhiyi came to the man, leaned over and kissed his forehead, then his eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and finally his lips.

Their lips touched and stayed together for a long time.

As she stood up, a tear from Shen Zhiyi fell on the man's face.

With a slight twist of her hand, the last piece of bellyband on her body slipped off, revealing her beautiful body.

Her right hand finally picked up the dagger and pointed the blade at her left chest.

The other hand held a porcelain bowl.

She looked at the man with eyes full of reluctance and tears in her eyes: "Brother Yu, Yi'er will no longer be able to accompany you in the future."

"Shen Nanxing will be back triumphantly soon. Go ask her for the divorce papers back! She is your princess, so you two should live a good life together in the future..."

"It was Yi'er who disrupted your wedding. Yi'er separated you from your beloved. Yi'er will use her life as compensation."

Shen Zhiyi gritted his teeth, exerted force with his hand, and stabbed the dagger into his chest.

Blood flowed down the blade, drop by drop, into the bowl.

Big beads of sweat oozed out of Shen Zhiyi's forehead, her face turned pale, her vision gradually blurred, and she smiled at Xie Tingyu who was still sleeping.

"Brother Yu, have you ever truly...loved Yi'er?"

"Even... a little bit..."

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The North Vietnamese army was on its way back.

At the current marching speed, we will reach the capital in three days.

This was the fifth time they had been assassinated by the ghost-faced man along the way.

Shen Nanxing was firmly protected in the carriage by the Phoenix Guards. She wanted to help, but the two men strictly prohibited her from leaving.

She had no choice but to give up.

Not far from the carriage, the man with the ghost face was blocked by two men a hundred meters away from the carriage, and could not get close at all.

The masked killers brought by the ghost-faced man were entangled by Fu Jiuli's Phoenix Guards and could not get close to the carriage that was surrounded by defenses.

The ghost-faced man was entangled with Shen Ming, and his attack was extremely fierce, but he only defended and did not attack Fu Jiuli.

As the army was about to return to the capital, the ghost-faced man could not get close to Shen Nanxing and became extremely angry.

So he said sullenly, threateningly, "Have you thought it over? Do you really want to go against my Xingyue Pavilion?"

As Shen Ming attacked, he said, "If you want to kill Shen Nanxing, you have to go over my body first!"

The ghost-faced man was furious, and his attack became more and more fierce: "She is just a woman, is it really worth it for you to go against the Xingyue Pavilion? When my Xingyue Pavilion's nine-star killer comes back, you will all be killed without a burial place..."

Under the increasing pressure from the ghost-faced man, Shen Ming's mouth shed a streak of blood. "Stop talking nonsense! If you have the guts, defeat me first!"

The ghost-faced man was furious.

Can't he beat him?

Whenever he was about to injure the masked man's vitals, Fu Jiuli would jump out to block him, forcing him to restrain his strength.

He is so frustrated!

No, he must take Shen Nanxing's life today!

Otherwise, if Shen Nanxing returned to the capital in triumph, Qiu'er would be furious...

He must not let Qiu'er spend her last days unhappy!

Thinking of this, the ghost-faced man's eyes turned red, and he gathered his strength in his palms and hit the masked man with all his strength.

Since killing Shen Nanxing requires passing through the corpse of this masked man, he will first turn this masked man into a real corpse!

Fu Jiuli's pupils shrank when he saw this, and he leaped in front of Shen Ming, facing the fierce attack head-on, raising his palm to fight back.

But before he could launch his attack, the ghost-faced man withdrew his strength halfway, suffered the backlash, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was flung away.

He fell heavily to the ground and spat out blood again.

His eyes were red as he slammed his palm to the ground, sending up gravel and sand that fell back and scratched his face.

The ghost-faced man spat fiercely and gritted his teeth: "Shen Mu!!!"

He really regretted it so much. After catching Shen Nanxing that day, why didn't he kill her immediately and decisively?