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

Gu Huaizhi lay on the ground, listening to Chu Yun's words. He wished he could die immediately, but he held on to his last breath and not only heard Chu Yun's words in their entirety, but also learned how much she hated him and that the beautiful experiences he and Chu Yun had shared were nothing but her scheme.

Blood tears streamed from his eyes, and all he could see was a bloody blur, making it impossible to even make out Chu Yun's face.

He thought that if he could still speak, he would definitely ask Chu Yun in person, even if it was all a scheme, they had been through so much together, did she like him even a little bit?

Unfortunately, he couldn't speak; the massive blood loss nearly killed him.

He gave a final, wry smile. It was laughable that he had spent his life scheming against people and using any means necessary, only to have his heart offered up only to be discarded like trash.

He deserved it all; he didn't hesitate to take her life just to put his mind at ease.

Ah Yun is right; he only has himself to blame.

I'm so unwilling to accept this. When you were still willing to play along with me, I never got to hear you say you liked me. Now, I'll never have that chance again.

Gu Huaizhi's eyes widened, and he suddenly clenched his hands, letting out short, rapid breaths, as if someone was choking him, causing his whole body to convulse.

In a sudden, intense pain, he breathed his last, his eyes remaining open until his death.

Gu Huaizhi's death caused some guests to gasp in shock, but Chu Yun remained unmoved. She turned around and walked step by step toward the main entrance, as if nothing more than an ant had just died.

Xiao Qi'an, who had been lying on the ground, refusing to face the cruel reality, raised his head upon hearing the sound, only to see Chu Yun walking further and further away. He mustered his last bit of strength to move forward, but because his legs were numb, only his upper body could move. Even so, his hands stubbornly crawled forward, his weak voice escaping, "Don't go..."

Chu Yun's steps were swift and decisive, without the slightest pause.

Xiao Qi'an still refused to believe that Chu Yun was just lying to him, and even more refused to believe that he had really harmed Chu Yun. He crawled forward with all his might, and a long and terrifying trail of blood snaked out from under him.

His vision gradually blurred, and the pain in his body made his hands tremble uncontrollably. In fact, he himself did not know why he did not want Chu Yun to leave.

Even though everything is beyond repair, why can't you give up?

Xiao Qi'an was also wondering why he couldn't give up. Maybe it was because he really didn't want to lose the only light in his life, or maybe it was just because he liked her.

That was the only person he ever loved, how could he let go?

The blood from the hole in his chest continued to flow, and Xiao Qi'an soon became too weak to even reach out. Like the blood gu, he writhed in agony on the spot, dying a painful death.

Blood was flowing on the ground, some from Gu Huaizhi, some from Xiao Qi'an, intertwined in patches, inexplicably reminding one of the bottom of Broken Soul Cliff, where blood had once flowed like a river.

Blood is offered as a sacrifice to blood, and death is offered as a tribute to death.

Everything has a cause and effect.

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Chu Yun walked to the door, but was stopped by Lin Zifeng. She didn't want to waste time and said coldly, "If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time here. Instead, I would go and check if my subordinates are alright."

As if to verify Chu Yun's words, the black-clad men holding knives beside him fainted one after another, and the tight security quickly collapsed, with people in the hall rushing out.

Lin Zifeng exclaimed in shock, "How is that possible?"

"The drug you used is nothing special, but my drug can render all your men incapacitated," Chu Yun said calmly, her face expressionless.

Lin Zifeng's eyes widened. "Who exactly are you?"

With Gu Huaizhi's help, he drugged all the guests. They should have lost all their martial arts skills and been completely powerless, so they should not be as lively and energetic as they are now. And how did his subordinates faint?

Lin Zifeng was about to say something when he suddenly stumbled, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

"The most potent medicine will naturally be saved for you, no need to thank me," Chu Yun said again, passing Lin Zifeng's body and continuing forward.

Chu Wenshu stayed at the foot of the mountain as he and Gu Huaizhi had agreed, but he saw a commotion in the mountain and could vaguely see people moving around everywhere.

A bad feeling swept through his heart, fearing that Gu Huaizhi had failed to take Chu Yun away. But no matter how anxious he was, he did not make any rash moves. He remained where he was, his eyes fixed on the front, constantly searching for Chu Yun's whereabouts.

Soon, one person after another rushed down the mountain villa, brushing past Chu Wenshu. The crowd was like a rushing river, while Chu Wenshu was like a still stone in the water, unmoved no matter how fast the current flowed.

The crowd surged out, and soon after, no one left the manor.

Chu Wenshu's ominous premonition grew stronger. He clenched his fists, took a step into the mountain, and after only a few steps, Chu Yun's figure appeared in his sight.

The woman, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, walked slowly and resolutely toward Chu Wenshu, her face expressionless.

Upon seeing Chu Yun again, Chu Wenshu was overjoyed. Like Gu Huaizhi, he had not seen Chu Yun for a month in case the plan changed.

He stared at Chu Yun intently, as if he couldn't get enough of her, and he didn't want to blink, afraid that if he blinked, Chu Yun would disappear.

"Sister Wen." Only when Chu Yun stopped in front of Chu Wenshu did he cautiously ask, "What happened? Where did Gu Huaizhi go?"

Chu Yun looked at him quietly and said in a low voice, "Don't ask anything. I'm tired and want to go home."

Chu Wenshu was taken aback, and it took her a long time to react. "Okay, I won't ask anymore, but... can I go with Sister Wen?"

Chu Yun's lips suddenly curled into a smile. "Alright, come with me."

Chu Wenshu was overjoyed, his eyes shining with delight, and he followed Chu Yun with a smile on his face. However, his smile came to an abrupt halt when he saw a monk dressed in a kasaya.

The monk was about the same age as him, and there was nothing particularly special about him. But when Sister Wen saw him again, she smiled, and they even whispered to each other in private. Chu Wenshu was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Chu Yun and Mo Xing stood under the Tree of Immortality.

"You actually came," Chu Yun said coldly.

“You wrote to invite me, how could I not come?” Mo Xing’s voice was very gentle.

Chu Yun scoffed, "Even if it's a certain death situation, you'd still keep your appointment?"

Mo Xing remained silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "I was prepared."

His gaze fell on Chu Wenshu, who was staring intently at him from not far away. He smiled at him, which made Chu Wenshu turn his face away in anger.

Mo Xing withdrew his gaze and quietly looked at Chu Yun. "Now, it's my turn and Chu Wenshu's turn."

“Yes, Gu Huaizhi and Xiao Qi’an are dead.” Chu Yun stared at Mo Xing with a half-smile.

Mo Xing gently shook his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "That's how it should be."

“I can give you a chance to escape, and I will kill you with all my might, just like you killed me,” Chu Yun suggested.

Mo Xing's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He said with difficulty, "No need. You can take my life whenever you want."