Chapter 1845: I Love You

Su Zhiwei turned and walked toward the door without hesitation.

"Sister Zhiwei!" Yao Qing's aged voice sounded hurriedly.

Su Zhiwei, filled with killing intent, stopped and looked back... In those eyes, only endless guilt and tenderness remained.

"What is it?"

"I no longer have the strength to fight side-by-side with you..." Yao Qing pressed his lips together. "You must protect yourself, I... I..."

"Yao Qing, you don't have to force yourself, you've already done too much for me..." Su Zhiwei's beautiful eyes shifted.

"You, just wait here for me to return."

After saying this, she turned to leave.

"I love you."

Su Zhiwei's footsteps, about to step out of the room, stopped abruptly in mid-air.

She slowly turned to look behind her. Dim light from the old window shone into the narrow room, and an aged figure covered in wounds, like a sunset about to sink into the earth, looked at Su Zhiwei affectionately and firmly in the dim radiance...

In his hand, he didn't know when he had acquired a bouquet of flowers woven from embroidered threads.

"I love you." Yao Qing held the flowers and repeated it again, and on his aged face, one could actually see some of the restraint and shyness of a boy.

Su Zhiwei was stunned for a long time, and a smile appeared in her gentle, water-like eyes:

"I thought that you were hiding here because you didn't dare to see me... I thought that these words would be something I would say first."

"I originally intended to hide... after all, I am in this state now." Yao Qing smiled helplessly. "But Director Chen said that love should be spoken bravely. My love has guarded this courtyard for more than three hundred years and shouldn't leave any regrets because of a moment of pessimism..."

"So..."

Yao Qing took a deep breath, held the embroidered flowers, and spoke solemnly:

"I love you, Sister Zhiwei. This love has lasted for three hundred years... but it will not stop at three hundred years."

"No matter what happens, my love will be like these embroidered flowers, lasting for generations, eternally."

Su Zhiwei walked step by step back to Yao Qing.

She gently took the bouquet, her fingertips rubbing lightly over the petals... The embroidered threads were so fine that one couldn't tell they were embroidered at all, and even the touch was exactly the same as real flowers.

The only difference between the two was that the bouquet in her hand would never wither or fade, just like that restrained and fiery love, lasting eternally.

Su Zhiwei carefully placed the bouquet into the mustard world of string theory, her reddened eyes watching Yao Qing quietly...

She opened her arms and hugged Yao Qing's neck, their faces so close they could feel each other's breathing.

"I love you too, Yao Qing." Su Zhiwei kissed him lightly on the lips.

"...Wait for me to return."

The pressure of seven Demigods vibrated above the Red Dust Domain.

Su Zhiwei did not stay any longer, but let go of Yao Qing's neck and strode out. The moment she stepped out of the room, the tenderness in her eyes was gradually replaced by cold killing intent, and the Nine Monarch aura erupted.

嗡——！！！

The hem of her white practice suit fluttered in the gale.

Yao Qing sat on the dim bed, watching that back disappear quietly. I don't know how much time passed before those eyes, filled with fiery love, slowly closed.

He took a deep breath, a purely childlike smile curling his lips, and he crossed his hands over his chest, slowly lying flat on the bed...

"Hmm..."

"Sure enough, one shouldn't leave regrets."

"Director Chen... thank you."

In the silent house, Yao Qing's vitality continued to fade away in silence.

He just lay on the bed like a satisfied old man, waiting peacefully for the end of his life.

……

Clang—!

Killing intent sword beams flashed, and the strings in Duke Su's hands burst simultaneously.

The snapping strings cut Duke Su's slender fingers and left deep bloodstains on her body... She spat out a mouthful of blood in pain and struggled to flash backward amidst the surging ancient killing intent.

The hem of the red-clad girl's clothes danced continuously under the fierce general's sword. Even though she was trying hard to dodge, every step she retreated left a bloody sword mark on her body, and her clothes became tattered.

Duke Su gritted her silver teeth, seemingly unable to hold on for much longer.

The Soldier Path Demigod before her was much stronger than the previous Duke Yu, and his strikes were quite direct and clean; every sword was a pure sword of slaughter, aimed at killing with a single blow.

"Interesting." Bai Qi swung his sword expressionlessly, looking for an opportunity to harvest Duke Su's life, but a trace of unnoticeable appreciation appeared in his eyes.

"In this life, I have killed countless people. To be able to maintain composure under the pressure of my killing intent is already extraordinary... Even veteran generals who have been on the battlefield for a long time have had their courage broken by my sword..."

"You, a weak woman, are pushed to this point, yet you can still remain calm and unyielding."

"Death, what is there to fear?" Duke Su's voice sounded soft and graceful. "People like us were never meant to live in this era... dying is fine too."

Bai Qi's eyes narrowed, his appreciation growing stronger.

"Very good."

"Then I will send you on your way."

As the Soldier Divine Path behind Bai Qi extended silently, surging killing intent instantly shrouded his entire body. In the next second, a sword shadow like a swimming dragon, carrying the aura of death, surged toward Duke Su!

This sword was already the pinnacle of the Soldier Divine Path!

Clang—!!

The sword whistled, and Duke Su watched helplessly as this sword flew toward her with unstoppable force, a flash of despair in her eyes.

But she did not give up; instead, she gripped a zither in the void, her fingertips plucking continuously. A series of crisp zither sounds rang out from around her, and a sky full of red flowers, appearing from who knows where, swirled like a tornado, intertwining with her red clothes and blocking the space between her and Bai Qi's sword.

But even so, the zither sounds and flower petals could not completely block that monstrous killing intent.

Clang!!!

The killing intent tore through the red flowers crazily, the sharp sword ring drowning out the zither sounds.

A cold sword shadow pierced through Duke Su's body like lightning, and her body stopped abruptly... A vibrant red color slowly bloomed from her abdomen.

Her delicate body retreated repeatedly, and as her lips opened, large amounts of blood splattered onto the ground.

At the same time, a light sound of surprise rang out from opposite.

"Still not dead..."

Bai Qi shook his head, raised his hand to grasp the long sword that was spinning back, and looked at Duke Su with eyes as calm as water. "Let me give you a quick release."

Just as he was about to raise his hand to swing the sword, seven roaring Demigod pressures descended abruptly from the firmament!

Thud—!!!!

Bai Qi was like being hit by a mountain, his legs sinking deep into the spiderweb-like earth, his armor emitting an unbearable creaking sound.

He held the sword in one hand and looked up abruptly...

Seven figures were already drifting down from the air like gods.