Godslayer: I am the agent of King of Glory heroes

Looking at the expressions of the people around her, which resembled those of mourners, Shi Yuan, despite her weakness, couldn't help but speak up, "Well, I'm not dead yet, and I don't think I'll die anytime soon, since I treat my own illnesses."

Because of Jiang Shiyuan's words, the atmosphere became somewhat more relaxed.

But then everyone saw Lin Qiye's expression.

His eyes were bloodshot, his expression was complex, and there was even a strange sense of ferocity about him.

Everyone: "..."

Lin Qiye held Jiang Shiyuan in his arms, speechless, his heart a mix of pain, anger, and helplessness, a complex and indescribable feeling.

"Quickly drag the Sword Saint over for some healing. These days, it's not easy to find a healing resource like me." Jiang Shiyuan took a breath and looked at Zhou Ping listlessly.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Baili Pangpang said, "Shiyuan, you'd better not talk. If you talk, you'll look even weaker."

Jiang Shiyuan: "...Quickly pull the Sword Saint over here."

Hmph, she doesn't want to talk yet, she might as well hurry up and treat herself.

Zhou Ping, who was at the back, didn't make a move for a moment.

Guilt was almost overwhelming him, and he didn't know how to face Jiang Shiyuan.

Does he really... deserve so much from Jiang Shiyuan?

Baili Pangpang secretly met Lin Qiye's gaze, shuddered, and quickly pulled Zhou Ping over, saying, "Sword Saint Senior, don't be shy, be brave."

Lin Qiye also noticed from Baili Pangpang and the others' reactions that his expression was a bit off. He lowered his eyes, buried his head in Jiang Shiyuan's neck, and concealed his current expression.

"How dare you take advantage of me! When we get back, I'll get my revenge..." Jiang Shiyuan felt itchy from Lin Qiye's hair brushing against her neck, and with Lin Qiye's breath on her neck, she suddenly pushed Lin Qiye's head away a little.

"Hmm." After being pushed away, Lin Qiye met Jiang Shiyuan's gaze and calmly hummed in response. It was unclear whether he was replying to Jiang Shiyuan's accusation that he was taking advantage of her, or agreeing to let Jiang Shiyuan take advantage of him back later.

Anyway...

There's nothing Jiang Shiyuan can't give him if he wants it.

"Why are you making that face? I'm not dead yet." Jiang Shiyuan was startled by Lin Qiye. She tried to keep her tone light, otherwise Lin Qiye's expression was too terrifying, as if he was about to turn evil.

"If you die..." Lin Qiye said softly, lost in thought.

Without thinking, Jiang Shiyuan blurted out, "So you're going to make this world perish with you?"

Lin Qiye paused, his bloodshot eyes meeting Jiang Shiyuan's pale face.

"You're not really going to do this, are you? Actually, I think this world is pretty good." Jiang Shiyuan didn't get an answer, so she touched Lin Qiye's chest, trying to awaken the love and beauty in Lin Qiye's heart.

She had always felt that Lin Qiye was a rare, normal male protagonist in a novel.

When she was reading novels, she thought that if one day she encountered something terrible and could only seek help from the protagonist of the novels she had read, she would definitely choose Lin Qiye. After all, he was upright and kind, and as a Night Watchman, he had a sense of responsibility and would definitely be able to save her.

but now……

If she really dies, wouldn't she become Lin Qiye's long-dead white moonlight, and then Lin Qiye would turn evil and become a misanthropic demon to take revenge on the world?

Smelling the fresh, youthful scent emanating from Lin Qiye, she drifted into a reverie.

"No." Lin Qiye hugged the person in his arms even tighter and finally answered.

Jiang Shiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little regretful. To be honest, she was actually quite curious about what Lin Qiye would be like in his dark state...

"I won't let you die." Lin Qiye's calm voice reached Jiang Shiyuan's ears. "Even if you really die, I will find a way to revive you."

resurrection?

Could it be that she's living a life of redemption, transmigrating into a book, faking her death, and then being resurrected by the villain?

Jiang Shiyuan struggled to change position in Lin Qiye's arms. Perhaps because she had almost died, all her bodily functions were activated. Her mind was unusually active, and she wasn't thinking about anything important.

She pondered, according to the plot of the novel she had read, what kind of imprisonment play script should she be given after her resurrection?

"Are you going to imprison me?" Jiang Shiyuan thought to herself and asked the question aloud.

"Imprisonment... PLAY?" Lin Qiye's expression froze, and he repeated, word by word, "What is that?"

"I know that. The maid once told me about it." Baili Pangpang, who was eavesdropping, raised his hand through the Golden Bell Shield.

With Baili Pangpang's explanation, Lin Qiye finally learned what that word meant.

He was puzzled, but he was deeply shocked.

"You... how could you think that?" The redness in Lin Qiye's eyes disappeared and shifted to his face.

"Isn't this what you wanted to do?" Jiang Shiyuan asked innocently.

"Was it my idea?" Lin Qiye asked, bewildered.

"Um... okay, let's not talk about this for now." Jiang Shiyuan clutched her still slightly aching chest and looked at the pitiful third person inside the Golden Bell Shield.

"If we keep talking like this, we'll be corrupted by the Sword Saint."

Zhou Ping was somewhat bewildered: "Huh?"

Actually, he was still immersed in feeling touched and guilty, and was thinking about how to express his gratitude, so he didn't hear the conversation between Jiang Shiyuan and Lin Qiye.

"It's alright, it's best if you didn't hear it." Jiang Shiyuan looked at the pure sword saint senior with affection.

After she brought herself back to a passing grade, she had Baili Pangpang retract the Golden Bell Shield and continued to treat herself and Zhou Ping.

"Thank you... I never expected you would actually risk so much to save me... And I'm so sorry that you got so badly injured..."

Just as Jiang Shiyuan was concentrating on her treatment, she heard a faint sound, like a mosquito buzzing in her ear.

Jiang Shiyuan looked down and saw Zhou Ping's cheeks flushed red as he thanked them softly, "Thank you. I thought I was just being presumptuous... and I even caused you to get hurt."

"Sword Saint Senior, the wind is too strong, I didn't hear you clearly, what did you just say?"

Baili Pangpang kept an eye on the two wounded, but because the speed of the [Somersault Cloud] was too fast, all he could hear was the whistling wind, so he couldn't hear clearly.

"I'll talk!" Zhou Ping pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and forcefully repeated what he had just said, "I thought I was just being presumptuous! I thought you wouldn't come to save me! I'm sorry, Shi Yuan, I'm sorry you got hurt!"

Because of his excessive effort, Zhou Ping's voice could almost be described as a roar.

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, as if he were about to be judged.

"Clap clap clap—" Jiang Shiyuan clapped for Zhou Ping, "Sword Saint Senior, you are amazing. This is the first time I have heard you speak so loudly. This is a huge improvement."

"Have I...have I made great progress?"

Zhou Ping's voice immediately softened. That shout had used up all his courage, and after his blood boiled, he now wished he could just curl up into a ball.

Jiang Shiyuan watched as fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhou Ping's forehead. It was easy to see that Zhou Ping was so embarrassed that he was about to faint.

"Sword Saint Senior, you're so incredibly cute." Jiang Shiyuan continued the treatment with a smile. "So what if I'm injured? It was those two gods who injured me, and besides, weren't you injured too?"