Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 212 Ingratitude and Deceit (47)

He turned his head to look at his stupid system, "Little Nine, is there any way to get me back faster?"

Just as 0529 was about to take out the last handful of sunflower seeds from his pumpkin pants to watch the show, Gu Yao suddenly spoke up, almost scaring him so much that he dropped the sunflower seeds.

A boy's still-childish face was filled with disbelief. "Host, your body is currently severely damaged. For your protection, you cannot return."

While munching on sunflower seeds, the system casually asked, "Besides, if the host wants to go back, they'll have to spend points to buy items. Why bother going back to suffer after spending points? Wouldn't it be better to wait until your body recovers a bit before going back?"

Gu Yao pursed his lips.

He understood what the system was saying, but looking at the darkening sky, Gu Yao pursed his lips.

Seeing the child's dirty and pitiful appearance, he sighed. "Xiao Jiu, exchange the items and let me go back."

The system, who was eating sunflower seeds, suddenly felt that the sunflower seeds in its hand no longer tasted good, looking at Gu Yao's serious expression.

Then, he glared fiercely at Bu Shaoluan.

0529 clapped his hands, looking very serious.

"Host, when using items to forcibly restore a severely damaged body, the pain shielding function cannot be used."

Gu Yao didn't seem to care much. He reached out and flicked the system's forehead, and 0529 instantly lost its composure, covering its forehead and hiding to the side.

Those light golden eyes were full of accusation. Gu Yao withdrew his hand with a regretful look and clicked his tongue lightly.

He still preferred that silly system that flipped over when you flicked it.

"Stop arguing, I know what I'm doing."

0529, with a flat mouth, still managed to exchange items for someone else.

Gu Yao smiled and thanked him.

Bu Shaoluan wanted to hold the person tighter, but seeing the pale face of the young man, and afraid of hurting Gu Yao, he could only call the young man's name softly.

After a while, Gu Yao's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. As his consciousness returned, the first thing he felt was pain, excruciating pain.

Seeing that the person hadn't fully opened his eyes yet and was already groaning in pain, Bu Shaoluan helped him up with trembling fingertips and touched the young man's pale cheek.

A few strands of hair clung to her sweaty cheeks, making her already thin face appear even smaller.

Bu Shaoluan gently touched Gu Yao's shoulder, which was completely wet, making his heart sink.

In the dim light, he could see the bloodstains on his hands.

The crossbow bolt, which was originally half exposed, was also broken off, with the remaining half embedded in the flesh, leaving only the tail.

The tiny tip of the tail blended seamlessly with the black riding attire, almost invisible.

Bu Shaoluan pursed her lips, her heart aching with pain.

It felt like being branded with the hottest iron until it was raw and bleeding at the slightest touch.

For the first time, he was disgusted with himself for meddling in other people's business, for insisting that someone wear the same clothes as him—black clothes, so that he couldn't even see how much blood the person in front of him had lost.

He dared not make any rash moves, for fear of touching Gu Yao's wound again.

It hurt a lot, after all, that long hillside was full of shrubs and loose rocks. I don't know what I hit when I rolled down, and my whole body ached.

However, seeing the child's pitiful appearance with tears welling up in his eyes, Gu Yao still forced himself to sit up straight.

I wanted to wipe away someone's tears, but I was powerless to do so.

He forced a smile and said, "Your Majesty need not worry, he won't die anytime soon."

Bu Shaoluan was not comforted at all by these words. With red eyes, she grabbed Gu Yao's cold fingertips, trying to warm him up with the warmth of her palm.

Gu Yao smiled and let the boy do this pointless action.

The light on the horizon gradually faded, but the surroundings remained eerily quiet, with only the cacophony of insect chirping remaining.

Bu Shaoluan looked at Gu Yao, whose expression was becoming increasingly weary, and reached out to touch the young man's forehead, which was covered in sweat.

It was all cold sweat from the pain.

The autumn nights were already a bit chilly, and the two of them, dressed in light and thin riding gear, were already feeling a bit cold.

He could withstand the cold of the night, but Gu Yao couldn't.

Looking at Gu Yao, whose eyes were half-closed, Bu Shaoluan pursed his lips, reached out and wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, and made a quick decision, "A Tang, I'll take you out."

Gu Yao barely opened his eyes. His left shoulder was injured, and he couldn't use his left hand at all. He could only use his right hand to hold onto the boy's arm and struggle to stand up.

Perhaps he injured his leg while rolling down the hillside, because as soon as he stood up, he felt a piercing pain and a crisp sound, as if his leg bone had cracked, which made Gu Yao's body go limp and he almost fell back down.

Bu Shaoluan swiftly grabbed him, and the boy, with a calm expression, pursed his lips and squatted down in front of Gu Yao, saying, "I'll carry A-Tang on my back."

Gu Yao had no interest in arguing with Bu Shaoluan anymore, and obediently lay on his back.

The boy's steps were steady and slow, as if he were afraid of bumping the person on his back.

A faint scent of sandalwood mixed with the stench of blood lingered around Bu Shaoluan's nose, while the young man's breathing grew increasingly faint.

Bu Shaoluan felt a damp patch on their shoulders as they touched, and his heart ached terribly, his vision blurred.

The boy wrapped his hands around the young man's knees and lifted him up a little higher.

"Ah Tang, do you remember the first time we met?"

Gu Yao responded sullenly to Bu Shaoluan's question.

The boy, having received a response, smiled and continued rambling.

"Then let me tell you a secret, Ah Tang. When we first met, I was actually holding a shard of broken porcelain in my hand, thinking that if you attacked me, I would fight to the death."

With his mind still foggy, Gu Yao was a little confused. Suddenly, the image of a thin boy flashed through his mind, along with a fist that hadn't been released.

It overlapped with the hand of another dumpling dressed in gorgeous clothes that was reaching out to her.

And then it was gone in an instant.

He breathed softly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Who can you fool with your little tricks? Besides..."

And what?

Gu Yao's mind was foggy. He tried to clear away the fog, but instead fell into an even darker abyss.

"Hmm, I was overestimating myself. Do you remember the first day I went to General Chen's martial arts class, Ah Tang?"

Gu Yao did not respond. Her shallow, weak breath brushed against the boy's neck, like a thread that made the boy's heart rise and fall.

Bu Shaoluan seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared on her lips. "Actually, I did it on purpose. It didn't hurt at all that day. I just wanted you to feel sorry for me."

"And those few days when you were discussing the spring imperial examination with Baili Weisheng, I could hardly see you, and I really missed you."

"I'm not as well-behaved as you think; I just pretend to be good in front of you."

"..."

"..."

The boy rambled on about everything that had happened in the past few years, but he probably wouldn't get a single response from Gu Yao even after ten sentences.

But he kept reading, and as soon as Gu Yao responded even slightly, he would become incredibly energetic, talking about everything under the sun.

Even if Gu Yao was just annoyed by his nagging, at least he responded.

But it seems like a long time has passed since the young man last made a sound...

The breathing around his ear seemed to grow fainter and fainter, requiring the boy to pay close attention to detect it.

Bu Shaoluan pleaded with Gu Yao not to sleep, her voice trembling.

"Ah Tang, don't sleep, okay? I'm scared to be alone."

A voice, trembling with sobs, rang in Gu Yao's ears, pulling him out of the bottomless, dark quagmire.

He wanted to open his eyes to see the boy, but his eyelids felt as heavy as if they weighed a ton.

Pressing against the boy's back, I could clearly feel the slight trembling he was experiencing from crying.

My heart also skipped a beat.

"Don't cry..."

Gu Yao tried to raise his hand, but his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.