Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

The north wind howled, and light snow began to fall from the horizon.

At the edge of the Cliff of Broken Souls, a life-or-death struggle is unfolding.

A woman dressed in black was seen running through the darkness, her steps unsteady. She kept looking back as she walked, her clothes already soaked with blood.

A figure was chasing closely behind her, constantly closing the distance between them.

The woman reached the edge of the cliff and had to stop.

"Stop struggling, you can't escape!" The boy, dressed in black and with a high ponytail, spoke in a cold voice.

The woman turned around, muttering some kind of incantation.

In an instant, they attracted poisonous insects and snakes from the mountains, which gradually surrounded the two.

"You're asking for it!" the boy with the high ponytail shouted angrily when he saw the woman still resisting.

He casually flicked his poisonous needle, killing the closest, restless snake.

The number of poisonous creatures is increasing, and there is almost nowhere to step on the cliff edge.

They kept approaching the man with the high ponytail, but dared not approach the woman in black.

One wave of poisonous creatures killed one group, only to be followed by another, much to the annoyance of the man with the high ponytail.

"Monk, come out here right now!" he suddenly raised his voice.

Even though these poisons are not a threat, they are still too annoying.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a white figure suddenly rushed out of the darkness, sweeping the poisonous creature on the ground several feet away with a wave of its hand before landing steadily.

He was indeed a monk, dressed in a kasaya, with his hands clasped together, his eyes indifferent, and snowflakes falling between his brows.

Upon seeing the woman in black, he even bowed slightly and said, "Benefactor, how have you been?"

He was so calm, showing no sign that he had once relentlessly pursued the woman in black, chasing her for three days and three nights.

The woman in black frowned, looking at the two people in front of her, knowing that she had no chance of escape today.

She threw out a few poisoned needles before leaping off the cliff.

The man with the high ponytail hurriedly chased after her, but he couldn't even catch the hem of her clothes, and his face suddenly darkened.

The monk remained unmoved and said calmly, "The bottom of Broken Soul Cliff is overgrown with thorns and poisonous creatures; she cannot survive. This matter is settled. Please tell Young Master Xiao that we are even."

The man with the high ponytail turned around, his expression having returned to normal.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring it."

The monk nodded slightly and flew away.

The man with the high ponytail still stood on the edge of the cliff, his face cold and stern.

The falling snow covered the ground, seemingly washing away all sins and killings.

*

At this moment, Xiaoyue Manor, a hundred miles away, was brightly lit.

"Qi An, we can begin." The speaker wore a blue brocade robe and held a jade brocade box in his hand.

Inside the brocade box, a golden Gu worm was slowly crawling. It was only the size of a finger joint, but it exuded a terrifying aura, and its body was flashing with blood-red stripes.

The person called Qi An was a handsome young man, gentle and refined, with tender eyes and brows.

He lay on the ice bed, his whole body enveloped in cold air.

He smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Huaizhi."

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to heal your leg this time," Gu Huaizhi assured him.

Xiao Qi'an: "I believe you."

"Close your eyes," Gu Huaizhi instructed.

Xiao Qi'an slowly closed his eyelids. Gu Huaizhi pressed the mechanism, and Xiao Qi'an's hands and feet were suddenly restrained by iron shackles.

Gu Huaizhi placed the jade box containing the Gu worms next to Xiao Qi'an.

The golden worms wriggled forward, crawled out of the box, and burrowed into Xiao Qi'an's body along his fingers.

Wherever the Gu worm passed, it gave his skin a faint golden glow, but also brought an unbearable burning pain.

Even after taking anesthetic, the pain did not lessen in the slightest; it seemed to be etched into his very bones.

The veins on Xiao Qi'an's arms bulged, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and his face was contorted with pain.

He struggled painfully, grinding his wrists and ankles until they were red and congested.

"Xiao Qi'an, hold back!" Gu Huaizhi raised his voice, wishing he could take Xiao Qi'an's place.

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