Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

Shen Ying bit her lip, her eyes filled with conflict and struggle. She looked into Qingyu Immortal Lord's affectionate eyes and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Immortal Lord, I... I can't agree to that."

The expectation on Qingyu Immortal Lord's face froze instantly, and he asked with a look of disappointment, "Why?"

After being rejected by Shen Ying, Qingyu Immortal Lord drooped his head like a wilted eggplant, looking utterly dejected. His once bright, star-like eyes instantly lost their luster, his expression one of utter desolation. His originally gentle and refined temperament seemed to be obscured by dark clouds, becoming so somber it seemed almost dripping with water. He appeared as if he had turned into a lifeless, gray sculpture, as if he had been abandoned…

Looking at Qingyu Immortal Lord like this, Shen Ying felt extremely uncomfortable, as if countless naughty kittens were scratching at her, making her feel both itchy and painful.

Oh dear, she really wanted to rush up to him, hug him tightly like an octopus, and then loudly tell him that she really wanted to say yes.

Look at this Immortal Lord Qingyu, what an exceptionally good man! He is as handsome as an immortal descended to earth, with his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and thin lips perfectly suited to her heart.

Moreover, he was an excellent cook; the aroma of his food always captivated her.

Refusing him would be utterly insane; only a fool would do that!

But reality is so cruel. He's a villainous NPC in this game world, and she's destined to leave. Waaah... she feels so heartbroken.

Shen Ying felt like two little voices were fighting inside her. One was saying, "Who cares? Just agree to it, whatever!" But the other was saying, "No, no, I have to be rational, I can't hurt him!"

Her hands were clenched into fists and then relaxed, she was very conflicted.

"Immortal Lord, I'm sorry..." Shen Ying's voice trembled. She felt that these three words, spoken lightly, were not sincere enough and could not express the turmoil and heartache in her heart.

After returning from the floating island, the usually energetic Shen Ying suddenly fell ill without warning.

The illness came on very suddenly. One second she was chatting and laughing with Lin Wan'er, and the next she collapsed to the ground, her face as pale as paper and her whole body burning hot.

Lin Wan'er was shocked by this sudden situation and her expression changed drastically. She hurriedly carried Shen Ying into her room and then immediately notified her master, Qingyu Immortal Lord.

Upon hearing the news, Immortal Lord Qingyu rushed over. Seeing Shen Ying in such a state, a hint of panic flashed in his usually aloof eyes. He quickly picked up Shen Ying and took her back to his room to settle her in.

Immortal Lord Qingyu frowned and began to examine Shen Ying's illness.

He gently placed his palm on Shen Ying's forehead, and a gentle spiritual energy slowly seeped in, trying to sense the abnormality within her body.

After his investigation yielded no results, he lifted Shen Ying's eyelids again. Her deep gaze seemed to see through everything, yet it was filled with doubt and anxiety.

Immortal Lord Qingyu grasped Shen Ying's wrist again, his spiritual energy flowing along her meridians like threads, leaving no corner untouched.

No matter how carefully he examined the symptoms, he couldn't find the cause of the illness.

His expression grew increasingly solemn, as if shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his angular face and dripping onto Shen Ying's bed.

Immortal Lord Qingyu unconsciously clenched his teeth, unable to ascertain the cause of Shen Ying's illness.

Left with no other choice, Immortal Lord Qingyu personally invited the most skilled physician from the Hundred Herbs Sect.

After the physician arrived, he first released a ball of emerald green spiritual energy, which enveloped Shen Ying's entire body and examined her carefully.

Then, he placed two fingers on Shen Ying's wrist pulse, simultaneously channeling his spiritual energy along her meridians into her body. The healer's brows furrowed, his expression grave, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes lost in thought.

After examining her, he was also full of doubt, shaking his head and sighing, "This illness is very strange, and I can hardly make a diagnosis. Judging from the signs of the spiritual veins, they are sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and they are chaotic and disordered, as if a mysterious and powerful evil force is rampaging through her body."

Looking again at her tongue, its color was dull and lifeless. However, the specific reason for this requires further investigation.

Nevertheless, the Immortal Physician used all his skills, taking out various rare spiritual plants and herbs from his Qiankun bag, using spiritual power to catalyze and mix them into a spiritual liquid, which he then gave to Shen Ying. He also used his unique spiritual acupuncture technique to apply needles to many key acupoints on her body, which finally stabilized Shen Ying's condition temporarily.

However, Shen Ying's condition did not improve; instead, it worsened day by day.

Her once rosy face grew increasingly haggard, and her breath became weaker and weaker.

Immortal Lord Qingyu was extremely anxious and stayed by her bedside day and night, never daring to take his eyes off Shen Ying for a moment, for fear that he would lose her if he was careless.

Immortal Lord Qingyu sat quietly at the head of the bed, his hand tightly enveloping Shen Ying's cold hand, trying to convey a trace of warmth to her.

Immortal Lord Qingyu's thin lips moved slightly, and a string of obscure and difficult-to-understand words flowed from his mouth. The totem on Shen Ying's chest seemed to be activated, slowly emitting a faint light.

The light, like a firefly in the dark, flickered and tried to expand its range, attempting to envelop Shen Ying's entire body.

However, the light seemed to be obstructed in some way. Just as it enveloped Shen Ying's body, it quickly dissipated, leaving only a small, faint glow at her chest.

As if in response to the light, Qingyu Immortal Lord's face paled slightly as the light faded, and his rosy lips lost their color.

He didn't stop muttering those obscure and difficult words, his voice soft yet urgent.

The totem's light seemed to be infused with power, becoming dazzling, and then slowly enveloped Shen Ying again, but only for a moment before mercilessly dissipating.

A mouthful of bright red blood suddenly spurted from Qingyu Immortal Lord's mouth, splattering on the ground like specks of cinnabar.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, Immortal Lord Qingyu looked at Shen Ying's pale, bloodless face and increasingly gaunt appearance. His expression gradually faded, as if all his emotions had been drained away. He slowly rose, went outside, and looked up at the dazzling starry sky. The stars twinkled, still so beautiful.

Immortal Lord Qingyu stood there quietly. After a moment, he turned back and looked deeply in Shen Ying's direction. His eyes were filled with longing, reluctance, and a hint of determination. Then he resolutely left Qingyu Peak.

When Immortal Lord Qingyu stepped into the room again, the stench of blood emanating from him spread throughout the room like an invisible and thick net.

His face was as pale as paper, but he still forced himself to walk unsteadily toward Shen Ying's bed.

Shen Ying lay there extremely weak, each breath a struggle, her life barely a whisper. Immortal Lord Qingyu laboriously approached the bedside, his eyes filled with resolute determination.

He gently raised his hand, his movements so delicate as if afraid of disturbing something, and slowly infused a mysterious and powerful energy into the totem on Shen Ying's chest.

After a while, a soft light gradually enveloped Shen Ying. She opened her eyes slowly and laboriously, her consciousness still in a hazy and confused state.

When she finally saw the Immortal Lord Qingyu clearly, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

At this moment, Immortal Lord Qingyu had an innocent smile on his face, a smile that Shen Ying found both familiar and incredibly eerie.

Immortal Lord Qingyu said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, I'll take you back right away."

As soon as she finished speaking, the system's emotionless voice suddenly rang in Shen Ying's mind: "Mission complete, exit the game."

Immediately afterwards, everything went black before her eyes, and her consciousness once again plunged into endless darkness, causing her to completely lose consciousness.