After Redeeming the Villain, I Was Obliterated by the System - Chapter 34

Lin Sui’s expression was indifferent as he looked at He Busheng as if looking at a dead object. “I will not kill you.”

He Busheng nodded. “That is more like it!”

“My name is not Lin Zuizhi!”

He Busheng knew in his heart that he was no match for Lin Sui. He barely managed to dodge that sword intent and was about to speak to ask Lin Sui to talk things through properly.

An overwhelming sword intent pressed down, leaving frost everywhere it passed.

He Busheng’s pupils trembled violently. He formed a hand seal to escape underground, but the floor beneath his feet had already frozen over, with tendrils of chilling air rising from it.

“You dare to harbor designs on my disciple? Die!”

He Busheng could not escape. He could only watch helplessly as the materialized sword intent sank into his body.

Xiao Qingyan could not believe that the person he subconsciously thought of in his mind would actually be his Shizun.

The moment his Junior Brother attached the teleportation talisman to him, he pushed him away.

And at that time, the person he thought of was not his Junior Brother, but his Shizun.

He noticed that every time he came to see his Shizun, his Shizun was always asleep.

Did secluded cultivation mean only sleeping?

Xiao Qingyan shook his head to stop thinking about his Shizun. His Junior Brother was still in that person’s hands, so he had to hurry to save him.

He turned around to leave, but the trace of blood left at the corner of the man’s mouth on the bed caught his eye, and he could no longer move his feet away.

“Shizun,” Xiao Qingyan called out in a drawn-out tone, walking slowly to the side of the bed.

Various emotions intertwined in his chest, making him unable to distinguish what he truly felt for his Shizun for a moment.

Hatred?

Admiration?

Respect?

It seemed to be all of them.

He raised his hand, using his fingertips to wipe away the blood. The cold blood was smooth and wet, staining his fingertip red as he gazed at the sleeping face of the person on the bed.

The hatred within his heart surged even more violently.

No!

He was still ruthless!

He had already gone to the outer sect, yet his Shizun still would not let him go!

Even Junior Brother Lin was injured time and after time because of his Shizun.

How could he not hate him?

The hatred in Xiao Qingyan’s blood-red eyes looked as if it wanted to consume the person on the bed down to the bones.

The hand placed at the corner of the mouth slid slowly down to the neck, tightening bit by bit until the face of the person on the bed turned purple and blue. Only then did he release his grip.

“Shizun, oh Shizun, killing you like this now would be too easy on you. Sooner or later, I will lock you away in a dark, sunless dungeon and humiliate you day and night!”

He used his spiritual energy to erase the five fingerprint marks on the slender, white neck, and then he left.

The terrifying sword intent vanished just as it was about to sink into his body.

He Busheng opened his eyes in surprise and saw that Lin Sui had turned back into his youthful appearance, with five red fingerprint marks visibly printed on his neck!

Lin Sui knelt on the ground, enveloped by a sensation of impending death, and his breathing grew rapid.

It felt as if his neck was being squeezed by someone, tightening more and more.

“Ugh.”

His eyes turned red, his brain felt swollen, and his heartbeat slowed down.

However, the invisible hand choking his neck exerted even more force, as if trying to snap his neck entirely.

Footsteps approached. He Busheng squatted down, pinched Lin Sui’s chin, and forced him to raise his head.

“My, what is wrong with the Little Immortal Venerable? You were not this weak when you saved me back then!”

The white bird tumbled out from between Lin Sui’s eyebrows, its two claws desperately stomping on the hand pinching Lin Sui’s chin.

“Stomp you to death, stomp you to death!”

The white bird’s eyes welled with tears, and it stomped even harder out of sheer heartache.

He Busheng released his grip. He and Lin Zuizhi were merely in a relationship of mutual benefit to begin with, and saving him back then was only to make himself useful to him.

Now that the other party had torn off this facade first, he would not be soft-hearted either.

Ghostly energy transformed into a sharp blade in his palm, striking toward Lin Sui’s chest.

The tip of the blade had just cut through the clothing and made a small scratch on the skin when a streak of spiritual energy flew in from behind.

He Busheng dodged it, and the white bird immediately returned inside the sword.

However, that streak of spiritual energy was only a barrier, which cloaked Lin Sui.

He Busheng’s mouth twisted in anger, and the sharp blade in his hand turned into a long sword.

He smiled and said, “Oh, you were saved by your Senior Brother, so why do you come back without any regard for your life? Are you truly not afraid of throwing away the life your Senior Brother used his own life to save?”

A cold gaze stared at him from behind, forcing He Busheng to change the word Shizun into Senior Brother. Facing Lin Zuizhi just now had already consumed all of his ghostly energy. If he were to face this youth who fought with no regard for his life, he would definitely die here today!

He had no desire to experience that sensation of impending death a second time.

Therefore, as he swung a sword light toward Xiao Qingyan, he immediately escaped underground and fled.

Xiao Qingyan could not care less about giving chase. He removed the barrier to check on Lin Sui’s injuries.

The fingerprint marks on the neck pierced his eyes.

The five fingerprint marks on the fair neck were purplish-blue, showing that the person clearly wanted his Junior Brother dead.

“Junior Brother, how are you?” Xiao Qingyan supported Lin Sui, who had collapsed to the ground, and asked softly.

Lin Sui did not want to answer. If this dog villain had not choked his neck, He Busheng would have already become a dead soul under his sword. Yet now, he actually asked him how he was?

“Junior Brother?” Xiao Qingyan channeled spiritual energy into Lin Sui’s body, healing the injuries on his neck.

Lin Sui stood up, but because he had knelt down heavily, the dull pain inside his bones made him want to kneel down on the ground again.

“Junior Brother!” Xiao Qingyan bent down, and his left hand quickly slipped under the bend of Lin Sui’s legs, lifting him up in a horizontal carry.

Xiao Qingyan’s palm pressed against the side of his waist. His waist trembled, and an inexplicable sense of shame rushed to his heart. “Xiao…”

Lin Sui bit the tip of his tongue and let out a soft hiss. He had almost called the villain by his full name. He covered his mouth, and with each hiss, the sharp pain at the tip of his tongue deepened by another degree.

“What is it, Junior Brother?” Xiao Qingyan held him a bit tighter, his powerful chest pressing against his arm.

He could feel the villain’s beating heart.

“Senior Brother Xiao, put me down. This is a posture for holding women!” Lin Sui’s face flushed bright red. He truly never expected that he would be given a princess hug, even though the big villain had already held him this way once before.

But he felt incredibly ashamed!

“Junior Brother, why would you think that way? If I do not hold you like this, do you still want me to hold you like a child?”

Xiao Qingyan countered with a question. Could it be that his Junior Brother had another way of being carried?

“No, there is no other way,” Lin Sui said dryly. Apart from a princess hug and a child carry, he indeed could not think of any other way to be held.

“Senior Brother Xiao, I can still walk by myself.” Lin Sui insisted on walking on his own.

Xiao Qingyan did not force him either. He placed Lin Sui on the ground, then squatted down by Lin Sui’s legs, placing his palm against Lin Sui’s knee. “When I was in the inner sect before, I learned from Martial Uncle Mo how to use spiritual energy to disperse blood stasis. It will not hurt.”

At that time, Martial Uncle Mo had actively requested him to learn it, saying that his Shizun was always prone to bumps and bruises and would never use spiritual energy to heal his own wounds. Instead, his Shizun would just hold pain-relieving pills and chew them, and only when the bruised area turned into a patch of black and blue would he go to find Martial Uncle Mo with a stubborn look on his face.

“All right, thank you, Senior Brother.” Lin Sui’s face remained red.

Xiao Qingyan stood up, the spiritual energy at his fingertips not yet retracted. He looked at Lin Sui and said, “Junior Brother, open your mouth.”

“Ah?” Lin Sui was puzzled. In the brief moment of his utterance, Xiao Qingyan’s finger had already reached his lips.

His eyes widened instantly. “Senior Brother Xiao, what are you doing?”

“Did you not just bite your own tongue? I will use spiritual energy to heal it for you.”