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

Ming Huaijin looked at the listless, ashen-faced little fox, and the joyful smile on his face instantly froze.

He couldn't believe that his little fox was right in front of him.

In just a few days, it has become like this.

Gu Yao propped her eyes open and looked at him, watching him walk towards her step by step, and sighed slightly in her heart.

In the end, it still hurt him...

Ming Huaijin reached out with trembling hands and gently lifted Gu Yao's small body, as if holding the most fragile treasure in the world.

He tried to tell his little fox, his voice trembling, that he had avenged his great enemy today, and that from now on, they would be together forever.

But his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, filled with bitter tears, making him lose his voice.

Those bloodshot eyes looked especially pitiful in the dim sunset, yet they stubbornly refused to shed a tear.

Gu Yao raised his paw, wanting to comfort the person in front of him, but the paw was only raised slightly before it was completely crushed into the abyss by the bone-chilling coldness emanating from the body.

All the doctors, big and small, in the capital gathered at the Prince Ping's residence tonight, staring at the white fox wrapped tightly in a blanket in Ming Huaijin's arms. They huddled together, looking worried and helpless.

Ming Huaijin held his little fox tightly, looking at its ashen face and feeling the faint rise and fall of its chest.

Appearing and disappearing, seemingly there yet not there.

Whenever the heartbeats weakened, he felt his heart stop, his blood turned cold, and his lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

That barely perceptible tremor was like a thread, suspending Ming Huaijin's entire mind and life.

A stove was burning in the room, with a charcoal brazier, but it did nothing to warm the white fox in Ming Huaijin's arms. He shivered slightly, as if he were extremely cold.

Ming Huaijin quickly had someone bring the stove closer and tightened the blanket around the white fox.

His eyes were fixed on the white fox in his arms, and he dared not look away for even a moment.

I'm afraid that if I look away, I'll never see my little fox again.

A group of elderly men with gray beards stood guard at the lower end, trembling with fear, not daring to utter a single word.

His Highness Prince Ping's ruthless methods in purging the court were truly chilling.

As the physician of Prince Ping's mansion, Doctor Xu was someone left behind by Zhou Mingwei. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he watched Ming Huaijin grow up. In the current situation, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Your Highness, this white fox has been poisoned by the Seven-Day Intoxication. The poison has now penetrated into its lungs and internal organs, and there is no way to save it."

Dr. Xu was also very sad.

This little fox has brought a lot of life to the palace, and everyone in the palace likes it very much.

The little fox loves to eat and play. He had previously come to him for medicine because he had an upset stomach from eating too many pastries.

It has become like this now, which is ultimately a way of protecting the prince from disaster.

He wanted to say a few more words of advice to his prince, but was interrupted sharply by Ming Huaijin.

"Who said that!"

Ming Huaijin's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Doctor Xu with the look of a wild beast driven to the brink of despair. He gritted his teeth and hissed in a low voice, "Xiaobai won't die. He was just as lively and energetic as ever a few days ago. He even helped me out of a predicament in the palace. How could he not be saved? If you can't save Xiaobai, then you don't need to live either."

A group of doctors, who were about the same age as Ming Huaijin's grandfather, were so frightened that their faces turned ashen and they all knelt down and begged for mercy.

Gu Yao watched this scene from within his sea of ​​consciousness. The mechanical voice kept urging him to leave. He sighed slightly, looked up at the void, and said, "66, can you exchange for an item that will give me a chance to recover? I want to say goodbye to him."

66: "?!"

The mechanical voice, which had been devoid of any emotion, suddenly paused, as if embarrassed that Gu Yao had suddenly discovered its identity.

Gu Yao wasn't in a hurry and waited patiently for his answer.

When the system's voice was heard again, the mechanical electronic tone had been replaced by a clear, youthful voice.

"OK."

He didn't ask Gu Yao why he knew his identity; he simply fulfilled his duties as a member of the system.

"Life Extension Card successfully redeemed, 20 points deducted!"

Gu Yao thanked him and returned to the fox's body.

The suffocating feeling that made it hard to breathe dissipated considerably, making my whole body feel much lighter.

However, Gu Yao knew that this was only temporary.

He slowly opened his eyes amidst the noise.

Ming Huaijin's face lit up with joy, and his heart, which had been pounding like a wire, calmed down a little. Afraid of frightening the weak little fox in his arms, he tried to soften his voice as much as possible, "Little White, is anything bothering you?"

Gu Yao tilted his head, shook his head, looked at the old men kneeling in a row, and sighed slightly.

Being a doctor in feudal society was tough.

They're always the kind of people who end up as part of a group that gets buried alive with you.

He laboriously raised his paw and pointed at the group of people kneeling, wanting them to get down.

How could Ming Huaijin go against Gu Yao's wishes? He waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

Only one person and one fox remained in the room.

They looked at each other speechlessly.

Gu Yao suddenly shivered, and Ming Huaijin, as if facing a formidable enemy, quickly put the little fox on the bed.

He took off his chilly coat and lay down, placing his hand on his chest, feeling the faint tremor still there. He felt his heart sink to the bottom.

Even breathing became difficult.

He could no longer deceive himself.

His little fox won't make it through the night.

He bears undeniable responsibility for causing the death of the little fox.

He was the one who personally fed that deadly sweet soup to his little fox.

Ming Huaijin felt a sharp pain in his heart. He choked back tears and pleaded, "Xiaobai, Ayao, please don't go, please don't leave me, please... please."

The white fox's eyes held a hint of reluctance, but even more so, a detached acceptance of life and death.

He raised his paw to cover the tea-colored eyes that glistened with tears in the candlelight, and Ming Huaijin obediently closed his eyes.

The scalding tears fell into Gu Yao's palm, sending a chill down one's spine.

Ming Huaijin felt the white fox in his arms transform into a young boy, its smooth fur becoming the boy's fair and delicate skin, yet he couldn't muster even the slightest romantic thoughts.

I felt a chill run through my heart and spread throughout my body.

The candlelight flickered in the hall, and the light suddenly dimmed for a moment, making it difficult for Gu Yao to see the expression on Ming Huaijin's face, which was backlit.

But the coldness of his palm told him that this person... was crying.

Gu Yao snuggled closer to Ming Huaijin. Although her body was as cold as ice, her face was unusually rosy.

Ming Huaijin was so frightened by Gu Yao's proactive attitude that he dared not move. He didn't know what to do with his hands, afraid of offending the person in front of him.

The last glimmer of hope he held in his heart vanished the moment he saw the boy's strangely rosy complexion.

In the final stage of the seven-day intoxication, the face is flushed and the body is cold.

The fleeting smile of joy on his face froze, then turned into astonishment, and finally into deep fear.

It was a last gasp before the crisis was over; there was no way to reverse it.

Ming Huaijin's heart sank to the bottom of the abyss; he seemed to hear the sound of his heart shattering into pieces in the wind and snow.

That was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Desperate and helpless, even their heartfelt cries could only choke back in their throats.

He forced a smile, his voice gentle and captivating, "A-Yao, you are a gift from heaven, you will never leave, right?"

Gu Yao shifted his body with difficulty, looked up at Ming Huaijin, and shook his head firmly, "Your Highness, all good things must come to an end, and I will eventually have to leave."

He couldn't give Ming Huaijin any unrealistic fantasies.

Ming Huaijin's eyes instantly welled up with tears, large drops rolling down his cheeks. He pulled the boy into his arms, his grip so tight it felt like he wanted to crush him into his flesh. The movement was gentle yet forceful, but he whispered an apology in the boy's ear.

His voice was clearly choked with sobs and trembling.

Gu Yao placed her hand on the man's back, her voice exceptionally gentle, "Your Highness, it's not your fault. When you saved me, my demon core had already been removed, otherwise I wouldn't have been unable to withstand even human poison."

You took very good care of me. The two years I spent at the Prince's Mansion were the happiest two years of my life, so there's no need to blame yourself.

66 looked up abruptly upon hearing Gu Yao's words.

He had thought that Gu Yao was truly interested in the identity of the chosen one undergoing tribulations in the mortal realm, but he hadn't expected him to be so rational.

Even on their deathbeds, they still try to create a pit for the chosen one.

That's too rational.

Even 66, an excellent system, has to give it a shout-out.

Gu Yao is a natural fit for this job.

To be able to indulge in something while remaining sober, and to be able to extricate oneself at the right time.

It seemed that nothing in the world could catch his eye.

Heartless and emotionless, yet compassionate towards the suffering of the world.

He's a truly contradictory person.

Hearing Gu Yao's words, Ming Huaijin felt no comfort whatsoever; tears welled up in her eyes.

He had never experienced this feeling before.

When his mother passed away and the Zhou family suffered misfortune, he did not cry, because he knew that crying was useless and that revenge was more important.

His overwhelming hatred fueled his years of scheming and plotting.

He was like a rat in a gutter, just waiting to tear apart that false, bright, and prosperous facade.

But a ray of sunlight unexpectedly pierced through the ditch, warming his heart and giving rise to even greater desires.

But now that the sunlight is about to leave, he cannot stop it.