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

Qing Yan had been standing outside the barrier for a long time, staring at it with a look of longing.

She looked just like a lonely, abandoned woman confined to her boudoir.

The more silent things are, the more anxious I become.

He was determined to see the little fox today.

By waiting here, he was prepared for the worst.

Suddenly, a red figure flashed before his eyes.

Looking at the person in red before him, Qingyan felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

How can I miss you so much after only three days apart?

I never felt this way when I was alone; I could be carefree and unrestrained. But now that I have someone in my heart, I'm becoming more and more anxious and insecure.

Completely captivated by Gu Yao, Qing Yan failed to notice the obvious coldness in those emerald eyes.

He stepped forward and tried to grab Gu Yao's hand. Three days had passed since they last met, and his longing for her had overwhelmed him. The joy of seeing Gu Yao again now overshadowed the anxiety he had felt over the past few days.

Qing Yan's face was filled with joy, and a gentle smile curved her lips. Her first words were also about his health.

"Ah Yao, are you... fully recovered?"

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yao pointed his sword directly at his throat.

The words of concern stuck in his throat, with no chance to be uttered.

The little fairy boy beside him was so frightened by this shocking scene that he didn't dare to breathe, fearing that Gu Yao might kill his master if he was displeased.

Looking through the translucent white blade, Qing Yan's face was full of disbelief, as if he couldn't understand why Gu Yao had turned on him so ruthlessly.

The sharp blade was only centimeters from his throat. If either of them took another step, Qing Yan's life would be lost under the veil.

The two stood silently facing each other across the mirror.

Gu Yao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, as if he could not control his turbulent emotions.

Qing Yan then got a clear look at Gu Yao's current appearance.

Her red clothes were slightly disheveled, and although her hair was tied up, many stray hairs hung haphazardly on her forehead and cheeks. Her dark circles under her eyes and pale face showed that she had not rested well in the past few days.

The most obvious sign was Gu Yao's red-rimmed eyes, his emerald pupils filled with mist, yet stubbornly refusing to shed tears.

Gu Yao stared at the helpless person in front of him, his eyes filled with heartbreak. He was trembling all over, looking extremely angry.

His chest heaved violently a few times. He wanted to ask questions, but he couldn't help feeling a lump in his throat, and he was unable to speak.

Before she could even speak, tears began to fall.

Large tears rolled down his fair cheeks, and with his red eyes and the accusation in his eyes, it was as if Qing Yan had deceived him.

Even now, Gu Yao is pointing his sword at Qing Yan.

Qing Yan met those emerald eyes, which were still clear enough to see right through, and the heartbreak and sadness in them were impossible to hide.

Ignoring the threat to his own life, Qing Yan felt his heart sink to the bottom. He looked into Gu Yao's lifeless eyes, which were devoid of any light. There was no longer any gentle smile or... love in them.

Those eyes, which should have been filled with affection, were now filled with coldness. He knew that Gu Yao already knew.

He wanted to step forward and grab Gu Yao, but could only look at him from afar through the sharp blade of his sword.

“Ah Yao,…”

Gu Yao heard this address as if he had heard something malicious, and he interrupted Qing Yan sharply.

"Enough! Don't call me that, it disgusts me."

He looked up and stared directly at Qing Yan, as if unwilling to show weakness in front of him. He raised his hand to wipe away his tears, but the wiping was messy and the tear stains were casually smeared on his face, glistening in the sunlight.

His face was streaked with wet tears, making him look somewhat comical, yet also incredibly pitiful.

Even though her cuffs were soaked with tears, the tears in her eyes flowed like a flood that couldn't be stopped.

Gu Yao simply gave up on wiping away her tears and stared straight at Qing Yan with her emerald eyes.

He struggled to steady his trembling body before moving the sword tip up a little further.

He stared at Qing Yan, tears welling up in his eyes, his voice trembling with sobs, "Lord Qing Yan, should I call you Ming Huaijin, or... Lin Ji?"

When the ominous premonition in his heart came true, Qingyan felt a strange sense of relief.

He lived in torment every day, enjoying his closeness with Gu Yao while worrying that this false happiness would be exposed. Today was the day he finally woke up from his dream.

Gu Yao stared at Qing Yan with intense hatred in his eyes, "Qing Yan, is it fun to lie to me like this?"

Hearing Gu Yao's question, Qing Yan couldn't utter a word of rebuttal, and his eyes were filled with sorrow as he looked at Gu Yao.

Lin Ji is him; that is an indisputable fact.

At that time, Baiyue's spiritual consciousness suddenly dissipated, and he was just trying anything as a last resort.

According to the fragmentary ancient book, the demon core of the nine-tailed fox clan has the miraculous effect of repairing spiritual consciousness. On that day, he only cared about Baiyue, who was seriously injured for him, and did not have any pity for the little fox whose demon core he had dug out.

Only the badly injured little fox was left to fend for itself.

Now the consequences have come back to haunt me.

The little fox, having lost its demon core and dragging its heavily injured body, what kind of harm did it suffer?

That's why I lost that memory.

Having barely survived, he then encountered his own tribulation.

He died of poisoning in order to protect himself from the disaster.

That body died because he had dug out its demon core.

He harmed Gu Yao twice!

Thinking of this, Qingyan felt as if a huge hole had been torn in his heart, and he was soaking in icy water, feeling cold to the bone and in excruciating pain.

Looking into Gu Yao's eyes, which were filled with heartbreak and hatred, he felt as if he were being slowly tortured by those clear, blue eyes.

Ashamed!

He clenched his fists, then helplessly released them, lowered his eyes and his usually noble head, and offered his neck for execution.

Gu Yao looked at Qing Yan's tacit acceptance without even offering an explanation, and felt a silent anger, sadness, and hatred in his heart, which was completely unlike the aloof and arrogant person he remembered.

Gu Yao couldn't tell whether the heartless and indifferent Qing Yan in his memory was the real one, or the humble person in front of him was the real one.

But in the little fox's memory, the coldness of his heart, where blood had drained away, was deep in his bones, and could not be faked in the slightest.

A fierce hatred welled up in Gu Yao's heart, and his eyes flashed with rage as he roared that he wanted to kill the person in front of him.

Gu Yao took a deep breath to suppress the murderous intent in his heart and let his rationality return.

He pressed the tip of the sword against Qing Yan's neck, blood seeping from his fair skin. If he went in just half an inch further, the vibrant person in front of him would become a lifeless corpse.

The little fairy boy next to him tried to stop Gu Yao, but was so frightened by Gu Yao's sharp eyes that he took a step back.

It was as if it was a silent warning to him: don't move around recklessly, or I might accidentally kill Qingyan.

The little fairy boy was as quiet as a chicken, daring not to move again.

Gu Yao ignored the underling and turned his gaze back to Qing Yan's face.

Ci Jing also sensed its master's turbulent emotions, and the sword trembled slightly, as if it would take the head of the person in front of it at Gu Yao's command.

Qing Yan awaited Gu Yao's judgment; even if Gu Yao wanted his life, he would accept it.

It was simply his debt to begin with.

He greedily traced the face of the person before him with his gaze, as if trying to etch him into his soul.

If you don't take a second look now, you might never have the chance again.

The expected pain did not come. Gu Yao raised his hand and wiped away his tears, then put the mirror down.

Qingyan thought things were looking up, but he saw Gu Yao with a cold face, raising his hand and putting Cijing into his heart.

Qing Yan stared wide-eyed down at the translucent white sword embedded in his body, its blade winding with bright red blood, looking exceptionally beautiful.