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

Qingyan looked at the sky full of fluorescent lights, dreamlike and dazzling, but he had no mood to appreciate them.

He sensed a familiar presence within these fluorescent lights.

Is it... a little fox?

He reached out to grab it, wanting to gather that familiar scent into his palm.

But not a single star in the sky stayed for him.

Qing Yan stared blankly at his somewhat aged hands, gazing at the fading light, as if he could see Gu Yao right in front of him.

The arrogant young man in red, with a slightly mocking smile, casually pierced his heart, leaving it riddled with holes.

"Look, this is my wedding gift to you. Are you satisfied?"

Qingyan tried to catch the boy's afterimage, but only managed to catch a gust of wind in Changqing Palace.

These scattered spiritual consciousnesses are beyond saving even if the Father God were to be reborn.

In the sky filled with fluorescent lights, he seemed to see Gu Yao's every smile and frown in every single one of them.

Whether moving or still, laughing or cursing.

Qing Yan finally understood the meaning behind Gu Yao's letter.

"In the end, Gu Yao only liked Ming Huaijin."

Perhaps Gu Yao was moved by Lin Ji and loved Ming Huaijin, but he never showed any mercy to Qing Yan.

Oh, maybe so.

When they met again at the banquet, the boy's eyes held a tenderness.

With just one sword strike in front of the North Sea Dragon Palace, he had already severed the bond between the two.

Just like the jade piece engraved with their names and the red string that symbolized their sweetness.

If it's over, then it's over.

Since the character “瑾” and the character “爻” have been separated, the red string symbolizing marriage is no longer necessary.

Qingyan lowered his head, looking at the red string on his wrist that he had carefully repaired. The bright cracks on the jade piece told him that their fate had been sealed long ago.

He felt a deep sadness and irony, as if his heart was being tightly gripped, making it hard to breathe, and then as if someone had dug a hole in it, leaving every drop of blood chilled to the bone in the wind.

Is the wind in Changqing Palace really this cold?

At this moment, Qingyan couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and looked up at the dissipating fluorescent light.

The boy's face gradually faded before my eyes, overlapping with the bloodstained body of the white fox in my dream.

At this moment, illusion and reality merged into one.

The white fox is dead, and the boy is gone.

It turns out he was the one who killed the white fox...

Looking at the absurd situation around him, Qingyan suddenly covered his face and laughed wildly, but couldn't help but redden his eyes and tears slid down his cheeks.

His no-longer-young face was filled with madness.

Was he driven mad by the downfall of the Celestial Clan?

Or perhaps she was grieving over Du Heng's violent death?

Gu Yao calmly watched as Qing Yan dragged his heavy steps away from the main hall, laughing loudly as if he were insane.

Only he knew that Qing Yan knew the reason why Gu Yao was so resolute.

Illusion and reality are just two lifetimes apart.

Reality is always real; how can one forget the excruciating pain of digging out a demon's core and bleeding out one's heart?

The hatred spanning two lifetimes can only be washed away with the blood of the enemy.

Qing Yan's madness drew attention, but no one cared.

After all, the people of the Heavenly Clan are now living in fear.

Turning his gaze away, Gu Yao glanced at Bai Yue, who was still standing at the front. Bai Yue's fair face was pale, and his body was swaying precariously.

She still had that same disgusting, pitiful look.

Gu Yao's eyes darkened as he thought of something unpleasant.

In the dying little white fox's memory, Bai Yue, who had already married Qing Yan, was also looking pitiful, being supported by a fairy boy, looking down at the white fox in the dark prison who was barely breathing.

With an air of compassion and empathy, he casually uttered a single sentence.

"It's useless, bury it."

With just this one sentence, the little fox's fate was decided.

The precious child, cherished by You Su for over a thousand years, was thus tortured to death in the dark, sunless dungeon of Changqing Palace.

It was damp and cold.

After his death, he was even hastily buried under a plum tree.

Gu Yao also wanted to ask, when the two of them were admiring the plum blossoms in winter and saw the trees full of red clouds, didn't they find the color too dazzling?

It's like the blood that's drained from the little white fox's body.

The red color was shockingly bright.

Look at the panicked and helpless expression on Baiyue's face.

They are truly pitiful and innocent.

However, it's time for his demon core to be returned to its rightful owner.

Gu Yao smiled as he watched Bai Yue's face contort in pain as he curled up on the ground, clutching his throat as he tried to stop something from leaving. But the demon core still flew out of his body uncontrollably.

The demon core, gleaming with a lustrous light, attracted everyone's attention, causing their expressions to change instantly, their eyes flashing with intense greed and covetousness.

After all, demon cores are a great thing that can greatly increase one's cultivation level.

However, before this greed could be put into action, the demon core was seized by the Fox King, and those who were eager to take it could only suppress their thoughts.

It's not worth going up against You Su for a single demon core.

Feeling the familiar scent approaching his palm, the Fox King was almost moved to tears.

This is the scent of his child.

The Fox King held the lustrous demon core as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

The familiar scent lingered in my palm, and it felt as if my own child had returned to my side.

The Fox Queen also covered her face with tears, but said nothing more. She simply raised her hand, took out a jade box, and put the demon core inside.

This is their child, and also Yu Su's original son.

Even if only one demon core remains, it is still Su's precious treasure.

Seeing that Gu Yao's demon core had been safely stored away, Gu Zhen fiercely wiped away her tears, her misty blue eyes glaring resentfully at the Bai Yue who was curled up on the ground.

She hadn't forgotten that the demon core that her younger brother lost came from the body of this "savior of the God of Qingyan".

In that instant, Gu Zhen pieced together the whole story.

The divine medicine that Qing Yan found was actually his own younger brother's demon core.

His younger brother had his demon core extracted and was forced to wander the human world, suffering endless torment.

Later, he died again because of his identity as Qing Yan, who had descended to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation.

Gu Zhen thought it was really great!

The Celestial Clan truly has Su completely under their thumb.

Gu Zhen's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to summon the Golden Willow Whip. He stepped forward and angrily lashed out at Bai Yue, who was curled up on the ground still wearing his wedding dress.

Bai Yue's old injuries, which had been ruptured due to the loss of his demon core, were now on the verge of spiritual consciousness shattering. He was already suffering from a splitting headache, and Gu Zhen's whip only made matters worse.

Gu Zhen didn't care about the fate of Bai Yue.

Her own brother is dead, what do you expect her to calm down for?

She raised her hand, wanting to lash Baiyue again, but was stopped by Xunmo behind her.

She turned and glared at the person who had come out to stop her, her face full of anger.

"Let go!"

Xunmo didn't move, his eyes filled with worry.

"Princess, calm down."

At the very least, we can't let Gu Zhen kill someone in front of everyone.

The one killed was one of the main characters at today's banquet.

He looked at the Fox King and Fox Queen behind Gu Zhen, hoping they would try to dissuade Gu Zhen.

Those two usually kind faces only showed cold indifference, and even a hint of indulgence.

He tacitly approved of all of Gu Zhen's actions.

Before Xunmo could react to the strange expressions on the Fox King and Fox Queen's faces, Gu Zhen summoned a dagger with his left hand and nearly slit his throat.

He could only slip to the side.

Gu Zhen didn't relentlessly pursue him, but the whip struck Bai Yue again, eliciting a muffled groan.

The guests from various ethnic groups around them, seeing this, had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

The demon core of a nine-tailed fox has the miraculous effect of repairing spiritual consciousness.

That Qingyan Divine Lord dug up the demon core of the Yousu Fox Clan, disguised it as a divine medicine, and used it to repair the spiritual consciousness of this Baiyue Divine Official. Now it has been discovered.

Judging from the state of these three, including Su Yuanliang, that demon core most likely belongs to Su Yuanliang.

Isn't this like dancing on someone's minefield?

It took Su a thousand years to have such a child, and the Celestial Clan immediately dug out the demon core.

Anyone would go crazy in that situation.

Moreover, the Celestial Clan's power has waned.

Everyone was quite perceptive, and no one would dare to provoke You Su at this time.

Everyone kept their eyes down, their noses down, their mouths down, and their minds down, and not a single person stood up to stop Princess Su from "beating up" the main character of today's banquet.

The scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the occasional groans of pain from the golden willow whip lashing against flesh.

Afterwards, Gu Zhen dragged the dying Bai Yue away, and no one dared to say anything.

What should have been a proper banquet has turned into this absurd mess.

Gu Yao watched the three figures leave, sighed, and lost all desire to watch any longer.

For the rest of his life, Qingyan's health will gradually decline, and every night in his dreams, he will witness the death of his beloved again and again.

He still killed her with his own hands, and she was powerless to stop him time and time again.

As for Baiyue, having lost his demon core, how long this "pure and innocent" white moonlight, whose hands have never been stained with a drop of blood, can live depends on his fate.

Thinking of this, Gu Yao smiled, looked up at 66, and said, "Let's go."