Although the sword belonged to Yun Qingluo and she had the solution to heal it, she suffered the same pain as Gu Xijiu did! All he wanted to do was to let her suffer the same pain!
If she was not the heavens gift disciple, she would have died in his hands a long time ago.
Celestial Master Zuo came and left very fast. He disappeared into the room in just a blink of an eye.
Yun Qingluo was in pain but she dared not simply move around because of the sword at her back.
Her companion watched the whole scene and had been very shocked. At the moment, she was still kneeling on the floor, stunned, and yet to regain consciousness.
Yun Qingluo finally groaned loudly and woke her companion up. When her companion looked at Yun Qingluo, she had mixed feelings. However, she still walked over to see her injury, "Qingluo, this is not a light injury. Let me go and call a doctor"
"No, you dont have to" Yun Qingluo could hardly speak, "I I can heal by myself. You can leave now and please dont tell anyone about what happened just now"
Her companion was worried, "But"
"Please, you dont have to worry about me." Yun Qingluo was already impatient, "Please go away. I beg you"
Her companion was stunned for a moment and finally left the room.
It left only Yun Qingluo in the large room. She breathed heavily and could barely stand up. She closed the door and issued a few spells to shut the room down. She would be notified if there was anyone who came near her room.
Once she finished, she was exhausted and sweating profusely. She used her shaking hand to take out a storage bag from the rack. When she opened the storage bag, a man appeared from the bag
The man was wearing a purple robe with long black hair. He was wearing a mask and had a fit body. He stood beside Yun Qingluo like a deity.
Yun Qingluo reached her hand out to him and slightly closed her eyes, "Celestial Master Zuo, carry me"
The man propped her quietly, carried her up from her waist and put her on the bed according to her instructions
Yun Qingluos arms wrapped around his neck. Her head leaned against his chest and her eyes were full of pain, "Why cant you love me? I have been doing so much just for you"
The man did not speak but gently hugged her.
Suddenly, Yun Qingluo pushed him away and her tears rolled down like the falling rain, "Go away! You are not him! You are not!"
The man fell down off the bed after being pushed away by her. He followed her instructions to step back and stay away from her.
Yun Qingluo laughed, "You're not him! He will not listen to me! You are just a puppet! A brainless puppet!" After laughing, she cried, "Why are you not him? It would be good if you were him"
Fresh blood was flowing from her back and chest. She did not bother and let the blood flown. There was dullness in her eyes, "Sometimes I think I should just die so that I dont have to love him anymore"
She raised her hand and touched the wound on her chest. Her hand was full of blood and she mumbled, "This was given by him Perhaps I should let go"
The purple-clothed man walked over and stood at the bedside. He looked at her gently and raised his hand to flick her wound. Finally, he spoke, "Qingluo, you cannot die yet. You have not completed your mission yet"
His voice was exactly like the voice of Di Fuyi. He gave her the fondness that Di Fuyi never gave her, "Qingluo, I am with you."
Yun Qingluo was stunned and startled for a moment, "I I did not teach you this. How do you know how to say this"
The purple clothed man looked at her gently and hugged in his arms, "Qingluo, dont be afraid. I am here. I will be always here for you."