Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Gu Yao narrowed his eyes, watching as the boy's eyes turned completely red, and his originally pure spiritual power was gradually suppressed by demonic energy.

Gu Ce naturally felt the overwhelming aura behind him, but now, they had no way back.

With a determined heart, Gu Ce didn't look back, gritting his teeth and charging forward with Gu Yao.

As long as we can leave the territory of the Demon Palace before the attack arrives, there is still a glimmer of hope!

Shen Zhezhu looked up at the rainbow light that had disappeared into the distance, a mocking smile playing on his lips. The tip of the Wujue Sword was pointed directly at the two of them, and Gu Yao could clearly see the black aura emanating from the blade in the young man's hand.

The backlash has already begun!

In this state, no one can defeat Shen Zhezhu.

He couldn't let Gu Ce really perish here.

After estimating the distance, Gu Yao knew that the two of them had no chance of escaping the Demon Palace unless…

In a moment of panic, Gu Yao gritted his teeth, gathered his spiritual power, and struck Gu Ce's wrist with a burst of spiritual energy, breaking free from his restraints. In a flash, he flipped over and then slapped Gu Ce hard on the back.

This palm strike used all its strength, sending the person flying out of the Earth Demon Palace's territory and shattering the teleportation jade slip in Gu Ce's palm.

Gu Yao turned his head and vomited a mouthful of blood, turning Gu Ce's vision blood red.

He casually wiped the blood from his lips and shouted at Gu Ce, "Senior brother, let's go!"

Everything happened in an instant. Gu Ce had no time to react before he was swept away from the Demon Realm by the teleportation array. In the end, he could only see Gu Yao's back as he sped towards the center of the black mist.

My heart is breaking!

But he couldn't move.

"Little Yao!"

Startled by the shout, Gu Yao turned around and glanced back, only to find that Gu Ce had completely disappeared.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Now we need to solve this problem.

His internal organs were churning, and the little bit of health he had managed to recover from with the help of high-level elixirs was now getting worse.

The metallic taste in his throat was forcefully suppressed by Gu Yao.

He charged toward Shen Zhezhu. If this brat were to completely lose control, the Demon Realm would be finished, and the Tianqian Sect would be doomed as well.

Shen Zhezhu, oblivious to everything, watched as Gu Yao flew towards him.

Seeing that the person had stopped moving, Gu Yao's face lit up with joy, and he stepped forward to hug Shen Zhezhu, "Shen..."

The tip of Wu Juejian's sword was pressed against his throat!

Gu Yao stared at the sword tip shimmering with black smoke, his face paling, his lips trembling, "You...you want to kill me?"

The young man's voice trembled and choked with emotion, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

Kill him!

Kill him! Only the dead can stay by your side forever.

The Wujue Sword emitted wisps of black energy, which coiled around the boy's wrist from his fingertips and gradually spread up his neck like maggots clinging to bone.

The voice continued to bewitch Shen Zhezhu.

He was persuaded to kill the person in front of him.

Shen Zhezhu's head was throbbing with pain, his face contorted. He turned his head and shouted sharply, "Shut up!"

The boy's fingertips trembled slightly as the sword tip sliced ​​through the young man's fair neck, leaving a trail of red that stained his flawless collar.

Gu Yao's face paled even more, as if he were somewhat frightened.

Shen Zhezhu's blood-red eyes were fixed on that little red dot. He found it an eyesore, and the voice started acting up again. He instinctively covered his head and took a step back, moving the tip of his sword further away.

The boy shook his head, as if trying to clear his head, but the sharp pain felt like a needle piercing his brain.

My head is throbbing!

It really hurts!

"Master..."

The boy gritted his teeth, and a murmur escaped from his tightly clenched lips, "It hurts... Master, it hurts..."

A seemingly casual remark struck Gu Yao's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving it aching and shattered. He wished he could build a house for Gu Yao and hide him inside, protecting him from the storms of life.

Gu Yao looked up at the sky, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. He raised his hand to wipe them away, unaware of when he had become so weak.

Although it was not his intention to become like this and suffer such torment, it was indeed his fault.

As the last ray of light faded, dark clouds pressed down, making it hard to breathe, and Shen Zhezhu was still fighting against the Wujue Sword.

A billowing black aura rose from Shen Zhezhu's body, showing signs of becoming uncontrollable, spreading outwards as if it were a tangible substance.

Gu Yao's expression changed; he knew that this black energy would devour all life force.

If it gets completely out of control, not a blade of grass will grow within a radius of a hundred miles!

The boy's face was still contorted with pain as he kept calling out for his master. Even though he was on the verge of losing control, he still refused to hurt Gu Yao.

The hand holding the sword trembled violently, yet the sword tip did not advance an inch.

He kept pounding his head with one hand, looking like a madman, and kept repeating the word "Master" over and over again.

Suddenly, Gu Yao sighed softly, gracefully stepped forward, reached out and hugged the person emanating a chilling black aura, gently stroking the boy's soft hair, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Shen Zhezhu was startled, nestled in Gu Yao's arms, staring ahead with a somewhat dazed look, and murmured something in a daze.

"Master..."

His voice trembled, as if he were confirming the presence of the person in front of him.

Gu Yao's nose stung with tears. "I'm here."

Shen Zhezhu used her free hand to wrap her arms around Gu Yao's waist, holding him tightly as if she wanted to meld him into her very bones. She gently rubbed against his neck, as if she were being affectionate.

"Master."

Gu Yao gently stroked his soft hair, letting him hold her, her voice trembling, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

"Master..."

"I'm here, don't be afraid."

"..."

The boy called out to him repeatedly, and Gu Yao responded to each call.

Every word and phrase has a response.

With patient reassurance, Shen Zhezhu gradually calmed down, and the hand holding the Wujue Sword gradually dropped.

The demonic sword, which had finally been born, was unwilling to simply fall into oblivion; it always required drinking blood before it could return to its sheath.

How can one be so easily suppressed because of one person?

Shen Zhezhu, don't be fooled by him!

He just didn't want to die.

Do you think he's pitying you?

Are you stupid? You keep getting fooled by the same person!

Shen Zhezhu's eyes flashed with a strange red light, revealing a bloodthirsty intent, yet he held the body in his arms even tighter, feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, and desperately suppressing the feeling of losing control.

Gu Yao was not at ease. His gaze fell on the boy's hanging hand. The Wujue Sword was still moving and the black energy was slowly spreading, but it was temporarily suppressed.

That does not work!

For the first time, Gu Yao felt utterly incompetent for his own worthlessness.

Given his current physical condition, I'm afraid he can only...

The young man pursed his lips.

With a wave of their hands, the two figures appeared in the courtyard.

His already pale face turned even paler, and his internal organs trembled with pain. Yet, Gu Yao remained calm, determined to set up another spirit array.

It's a confinement array.

His blood and qi surged, and he could no longer suppress it. He vomited a mouthful of blood, but Gu Yao casually wiped it away with a wave of his hand.

His vision blurred, his fingertips trembled, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Leaning against Shen Zhezhu, he raised his hand to hug the person in front of him, but before his fingertips could touch his back, he was pushed away violently!

The person who lost their support could not even stand steadily and slumped down amidst the fallen petals.

A sword flashed, and a strand of hair fell gently from her forehead.

The tip of the Wujue Sword was pointed directly at his throat. The young man looked down at Gu Yao with bloodshot eyes, his gaze filled with malice. "Gu Yao, don't you have a heart? Do you really want me to die?"