A straight man transmigrates into an ABO world and upgrades his beauty by pretending to be an Alpha.

"Zijian, don't be afraid, I'll go with you..."

The fire almost set Gao Hao's entire back ablaze.

Qin Zijian was still clutching the hairband in his hand, and his consciousness gradually became hazy.

Suddenly, the raging fire seemed to come alive, gradually taking on human-like shapes.

Be my Khatun! I, Helouxiong, swear that I will only marry you, my Khatun, in this lifetime!

My Khatun is so beautiful, the most beautiful person in the world!

My husband will take you horseback riding! I'll take you to see the sea of ​​clouds!

Qin Zijian stared wide-eyed, reaching out his hand eagerly, as if trying to grab something.

However, the fire suddenly licked his fingertips, and the stinging sensation abruptly pulled him out of the illusion.

Yes, her husband died long ago; he was killed by Gao Hao.

Qin Zijian's body was almost stiff, his eyes fixed on the flames in front of him.

"Zijian...I...we will be husband and wife for all eternity..."

Gao Hao's eyes were burning like fire, and his madness almost overflowed from his eyes.

He grabbed Qin Zijian's arm and dragged him into the sea of ​​fire with all his might.

The fire grew increasingly fierce, like a monstrous beast baring its fangs and claws, mercilessly devouring everything around it.

Just as the flames were about to engulf them completely, Qin Zijian suddenly broke free from Gao Hao's restraints.

He quickly grabbed a longsword that had fallen nearby.

In an instant, the sound of a knife tip piercing flesh rang out!

Gao Hao stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his face filled with astonishment as he looked at the sharp sword that was deeply embedded in his abdomen.

Crimson blood flowed slowly down the sword like a flood breaking through a dam.

Qin Zijian drew his longsword without hesitation.

Gao Hao's body fell heavily to the ground.

However, despite his serious injuries, Gao Hao still refused to give up.

He struggled to support his body with his hands.

It crawled forward little by little, calling out intermittently.

"Zi...Zijian..."

Every word was accompanied by painful gasps.

Qin Zijian staggered to his feet.

He ripped off the headband from his neck and clenched it tightly in his hand.

His hands gripped the sword hilt tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

"ah!!!"

Accompanied by a roar.

Suddenly, he raised his long sword high and thrust it fiercely towards Gao Hao's body.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, splashing into the fire not far away, where it sizzled.

Qin Zijian was completely out of his mind, as if he had gone mad.

He swiftly pulled the longsword that had pierced Gao Hao's body, and then thrust it down again without hesitation.

Gao Hao lay prone on the ground, and with each swing of Qin Zijian's sword, his body would involuntarily twitch.

Thick blood kept gushing from the wound, quickly pooling into a dark red pool beneath him.

The sticky blood stained Qin Zijian's hands, soaking them in filth.

The raging fire seemed to be intimidated by the bloody and terrifying scene, and gradually subsided.

"Creak—"

The logs, teetering on the brink of collapse from the intense heat, began to crack and snap.

Qin Zijian held a long sword, lightly touching the ground with the tip of the sword, struggling to support his nearly exhausted body.

Gao Hao was lying on the ground, barely alive, with large amounts of bright red blood gushing from his mouth.

Gao Hao struggled to raise his head, his gaze fixed on the front, his eyes fixed on a white hem of a garment.

He slowly reached out his hand, trembling, and carefully grasped the corner of his clothes with his fingertips.

"Heh... Zi... Jian... Don't go!"

He murmured weakly, his voice so faint it was almost inaudible.

A flash of white light appeared before his eyes as Qin Zijian swung his longsword.

"Tear—" accompanied this ear-piercing sound.

Gao Hao gripped the small piece of cloth tightly in his palm.

It seemed as if he wanted to knead the fabric into his palm.

Thick blood stained it, making it filthy.

His gaze remained fixed on the figure that was gradually disappearing into the distance.

Qin Zijian walked away in the firelight without looking back.

Winter has passed, spring has arrived, and Changming Palace has collapsed with a roar, its flames painting the sky red.

Golden Palace

"Greetings, Your Majesty. May Your Majesty enjoy eternal health."

Gao Zhi sat in the high seat and slowly raised his hand to greet Lou Qian.

"Your Majesty, we have come here for no other reason than to welcome back our Khatun!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Zhi's expression froze for a moment, and he immediately spoke.

"But Zijian had already bid us farewell and returned to Beiran alone."

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Tassan River

A gentle breeze caressed Qin Zijian's face, lifting her long, satin-like hair, the ribbons fluttering in the wind.

Low-hanging clouds swept across the grassland, casting a dark shadow.

I want to take you to see the sea of ​​clouds, to graze livestock, and to ride horses.

I want to take you to see our Tasang River, where there are many big fish, and the souls of our ancestors are hidden there.

Qin Zijian danced on the banks of the Tasang River, holding a pipa, bathed in the intense sunlight and wind.

A slight ripple appeared on the river's surface, and a green ribbon floated on its surface.

The grass rustled softly, a sound of souls merging.

"Cut... Perfect!! Congratulations on wrapping up filming!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Ruoyun immediately jumped out of the water.

The director immediately stepped forward and gave Shen Ruoyun a big hug.

The staff quickly handed him a red envelope to calm his nerves.

Shen Ruoyun happily took it and quickly stuffed it under her shoe.

The other actors also came over to hug him.

Shen Ruoyun's scenes have been filmed, but the other actors still have scenes to film, so the filming work cannot be neglected.

Shen Ruoyun went to remove her makeup alone and then went back to the hotel to pack her things.

After everything was settled, Shen Ruoyun called Yuan Yun.

Ask if they can send a car to pick him up.

"Hey... Sister Yuan, I've packed my things."

"Oh, Junjun, wait a moment, the car should be here soon."

Shen Ruoyun waited in the room for almost an hour, but the driver didn't call.

Having no other choice, I had to call Yuan Yun again.

"Hey... Sister Yuan, why hasn't the car arrived yet?"

"Junjun, I'm so sorry."

I just received a message that the driver's car was rear-ended, and the company is currently on its way to pick it up.

I'm currently out of town, so I probably won't be able to pick you up for the time being.

Why don't you take a taxi back? I'll reimburse you for the fare later.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a hotel staff member knocked on the door and entered the room to prepare for cleaning.

Shen Ruoyun didn't want to stay any longer, so she quickly picked up her luggage and left the hotel.

This hotel is probably reserved for actors who are filming movies.

This film studio is located in a somewhat remote area; if you want to take a taxi, you might have to walk a bit further into the city.

Carrying a bag, I walked along the riverbank for about one or two kilometers.

As we walked, we happened to pass through an underground passage.

Two or three homeless men were huddled together, picking their toes.