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

Gu Yao didn't care about Qing Yan's emotions. He raised his hand and pulled out the mirror, his face cold.

These things happened in an instant, and the little fairy next to them was terrified.

He had just seen Gu Yao lower his hand and thought there was still room for negotiation.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yao turned around and stabbed Qing Yan with a sword.

The vivid blood stained Qing Yan's white robes, creating a poignant crimson stain. He clutched his chest, blood trickling down his hands and dripping onto the ground, blooming into vibrant flowers.

His eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Gu Yao.

Such is the nature of life, with its dramatic ups and downs.

Just a second ago, he thought there was still room for reconciliation between the two of them.

The next second, the cold blade pierced his heart.

Gu Yao took out a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains off the sword. Even Ci Jing was trembling as if he was complaining to Gu Yao about having Qing Yan's blood on his hands.

Gu Yao gently patted Ci Jing to soothe it, and wiped the translucent white sword clean with a plain white handkerchief.

He frowned, looking extremely disgusted.

Qing Yan couldn't help but take a few steps back, but was quickly caught by the little fairy boy behind him.

He looked at Gu Yao, whose exquisite face was filled with disgust and indifference, making him dare not look directly at him for even a moment.

He lowered his head; if he looked any further, he feared he would feel even more heartbroken.

He feared that those usually gentle blue eyes were now filled with disgust for him.

Gu Yao ignored Qing Yan's actions and focused on wiping the sword.

He looked at the mirror over and over again, as if checking for any omissions.

The little fairy boy beside him watched Gu Yao's actions, but dared not speak out in anger.

He didn't know where Gu Yao got the confidence to actually take action against Qing Yan.

This sword strike could damage the relationship between the two races.

Gu Yao casually tossed aside the blood-stained handkerchief. The plain white handkerchief was slightly wrinkled and stained with blood, making it look pitiful and dejected.

Just like Qing Yan in front of me.

Qingyan watched as the plain white handkerchief drifted from Gu Yao's hand to the ground, the way it was casually discarded made it seem as if the boy had just tossed him away.

Once lost, it can never be found again.

Gu Yao's originally cold expression softened slightly as he looked at Qing Yan, who was severely injured, but quickly returned to its previous coldness.

A single tear fell from the corner of his eye, landing precisely on the plain white handkerchief, blurring the red hue even further.

Gu Yao turned around, as if unwilling for Qing Yan to see his weakness. He straightened his back and spoke with a resolute voice.

"Lord Qingyan, today's sword strike will settle the score for the day I had my demon core removed. You saved my life during my tribulation in the mortal realm, and I protected you from disaster. Today, let's call it even."

At this point, Gu Yao seemed to choke up, but still gritted her teeth and finished speaking, "From now on... we don't need to see each other again."

After saying that, Gu Yao didn't look at Qing Yan again and turned to enter the barrier.

As Qingyan watched Gu Yao's retreating figure, he felt an even greater pain in his heart.

My emotions were churning, a mix of feelings.

He knew that this parting today would be the last time they would meet.

But he had no right to try to keep him.

Even if we meet again in the future, we will still be strangers.

We'll always just be strangers.

Memories of the mortal world, memories of being a Taoist priest disguised as a mortal, and memories of being the God Lord Qingyan all flooded his mind at this moment.

Every frame is a record of every little moment with Gu Yao.

Good, bad, sour, sweet—it's all the same to the little fox.

A flood of images flashed before his eyes, causing Qing Yan's vision to go black and him to faint.

Gu Yao quickened his pace, slumped his shoulders, and pretended to leave heartbroken.

He quickly fled into the barrier, afraid he would burst out laughing.

Qing Yan's expression really pleased him.

He hunched over to keep his body from trembling, and Qingyan would never know how much he was struggling to suppress his laughter.

Seeing Gu Yao laughing loudly, 66 silently took two steps back, even wanting to go back to the system space to hide.

He was already used to Gu Yao's split personality; once he finished laughing, he would definitely grab him and start babbling.

It's probably meant to mock Qing Yan.

Before 66 could leave, Gu Yao spoke first, "66, did you see Qing Yan's appearance? It was absolutely hilarious. You really had a great time today, okay?"

66 remained silent.

Listening to Gu Yao mock Qing Yan, he could only stand there like a wooden stake, listening passively.

They failed to escape.

They also have to endure the host's demonic vocal attacks.

Being a system is so difficult.

66 sighed deeply, he really didn't know if Xiao Jiu had been blinded by greed.

Why does he like his host so much?

Gu Yao's crazy behavior of not focusing on the task is probably the type of host the system dislikes the most.

However, Gu Yao was able to complete the task very well.

It's really incomprehensible.

After laughing enough, Gu Yao walked to the gate of his own courtyard and quickly suppressed the gloating smile on his face.

Gu Jian was still sitting in the courtyard; he couldn't be too presumptuous.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to bring back some of the redness that had subsided.

Even though her eyes were still wet with tears, she forced a smile.

He raised his hand to dispel the barrier and pushed the door open to go inside.

Gu Jian looked up at the sound and saw her younger brother's pitiful expression.

The boy's eyes were red-rimmed, with tears still welling up, but he forced a smile, as if afraid that the person in front of him would worry about him.

Gu Jian felt a pang of heartache; how could her younger brother be so sensible?

My younger brother was perfectly fine when I left, so how did he end up like this when I came back?

It must be that bastard Qing Yan who did something.

At this moment, Gu Jian, who was shocked by Gu Yao's "miserable" appearance, had completely forgotten that Gu Yao had happily tidied himself up and went to see Qing Yan not long ago.

He stepped forward and grabbed Gu Yao's shoulder. "Brother Yao, did Qing Yan bully you? If it was him, I'll avenge you right now. Does he think that just because I have Su's youngest child, anyone can bully me?"

Gu Yao was stunned for a moment. Hearing Gu Jian's words of indignation on his behalf, he lowered his head slightly, his eyes filled with tears, not wanting Gu Jian to see his disheveled appearance.

Gu Jian felt the shoulder beneath her palm tremble slightly, and the silent tears left deep and shallow marks on the bluestone slab.

Gu Jian was flustered and her voice was clearly panicked, "Brother Yao, don't cry, don't cry."

Gu Yao almost burst out laughing when he heard these words of comfort, which were somewhat comforting but not entirely so.

Gu Jian and Gu Zhen are indeed siblings; they even use the same comforting words.

Gu Jian wanted to wipe away Gu Yao's tears, but she didn't dare to move Gu Yao's lowered head. She was so anxious that she was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing around in circles.

Gu Yao really couldn't look up; he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back his laughter and ruin the whole thing.

The only thing to do was to send my older brother away as soon as possible.

He turned his head away, his voice muffled.

"Brother, you should go back first. I... I want to be alone."

Gu Jian fell silent.

Gu Yao didn't want him to see her in such a disheveled state.

Gu Jian took a handkerchief from her bosom and put it into Gu Yao's hand, her voice gentle.

“Brother Yao, if you want to be alone, then I won’t bother you. But if there’s anything you need to say, you must tell your brother.”

Gu Yao nodded slightly, which was taken as an agreement.

Gu Jian then left the courtyard, turning back every few steps, and thoughtfully closed the gate for Gu Yao so that no one would disturb him.