Quick Travel: The host must die in every plane

In Hanyue Pavilion, Wanqi Yuan's strange poison broke out, as if countless poisonous insects were wreaking havoc in his body and gnawing at his internal organs. Every inch of his meridians was in unbearable pain, as if being cut into pieces by a thousand knives, causing him excruciating pain.

His face turned as pale as paper, cold sweat covered his forehead, and his lips trembled in extreme pain.

Wanqi Yuan knew that this was a symptom of the strange poison attack, and this attack was stronger than any previous one. He could feel that the poison was gradually increasing.

Endless pain surged like a tide, eroding his remaining sanity bit by bit. At this moment, he was controlled by the most primitive animal in his heart. The indescribable pain made him fall to the brink of madness, and his eyes became empty and confused.

Finally, when the pain reached its peak, he could no longer endure the torture.

He grabbed a sharp knife with shaking hands and swung it towards his body without hesitation. Each cut cut deeply through his skin, bringing out a string of scarlet blood beads, which splashed on the ground to form shocking blood flowers.

However, he seemed to no longer feel the pain and just mechanically repeated this cruel action, causing the blood to continue to flow out.

The hideous wounds, like the claws of a demon, mercilessly tore at his broken soul. He was immersed in this bloody self-mutilation, trying to cover up the pain in his heart with the pain of his body. The whole scene was horrifying, as if he was in hell.

At this time, someone snatched the knife from Wanqi Yuan's hand. However, he had completely lost his mind at this time and could not tell who the person in front of him was. He gathered his strength and slapped him mercilessly.

But before he could hit anyone, he was knocked unconscious by a slap from behind.

In a daze, Wanqi Yuan smelled a faint sweet and fishy smell. This smell was both familiar and strange, as if it was drifting from the depths of distant memories. He tried hard to open his heavy eyelids and tried to see the surrounding scene clearly, but there was only a hazy fog in front of him.

Suddenly, the sweet smell became stronger, like a spring moistening his dry throat. Wanqi Yuan couldn't help but stick out his tongue and gently lick the smell in the air. In an instant, a strange feeling came to his heart, and he felt that his body seemed to be nourished by a mysterious power.

As the tip of his tongue touched the air, a drop of bright red liquid quietly dripped down. Wanqi Yuan instinctively opened his mouth and swallowed the drop of liquid into his stomach.

Suddenly, a burning sensation spread along the esophagus and quickly spread throughout the body. The original piercing pain gradually eased, replaced by an indescribable comfort and relaxation.

Wanqi Yuan was immersed in this wonderful feeling, allowing more blood to flow through his throat and into his body. Every drop of blood carried endless vitality, gradually restoring his body to vitality.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up completely, only to see the little bird demon fainted in his arms, his face bloodless, terribly pale, his limbs cold, and without a trace of life.

When Wanqi Yuan saw the scar on the little bird demon's arm, he immediately understood everything.

It turned out that the Vermillion Bird's inner elixir that he had been looking for for so many years was right next to him, and the little bird demon was the descendant of the Vermillion Bird.

But she knew clearly that once her identity was exposed, she would attract covetousness from many parties and even her life would be in danger, but she still saved him without hesitation.

When Wanqi Yuan looked down and saw the bloodless, pale face of the little bird demon lying quietly in his arms, an unprecedented sense of panic instantly surged into his heart and quickly spread to every cell in his body. This feeling was like a surging tide, ruthlessly devouring his reason and calmness.

Before this, Wanqi Yuan had never experienced such a deep and intense fear. What really frightened him was not death itself, but the endless pain and despair brought by the impending loss of his beloved.

As his thoughts gradually became clearer, Wanqi Yuan realized that this quirky little bird demon had already quietly walked into the depths of his heart and had firmly taken root there.

Her every smile, every move were deeply imprinted in his mind and could not be erased; her kindness, innocence, bravery and fearlessness also became a ray of light that illuminated his dark world.

Now, that light seems to be extinguished...

Thinking of this, Wanqi Yuan hugged the little bird demon's thin body tightly for fear that he would lose her forever if he let go.

At that moment, Wanqi Yuan picked up the little bird demon and made a decision in his heart. He decided to give up the Vermillion Bird Inner Pill. If the price of detoxification was to sacrifice the life of the little bird demon, then he would rather not be able to detoxify this poison in his lifetime.

He was about to leave with the little bird demon in his arms, but was stopped by Liu Yushu.

"Stop! Wanqi Yuan, give the young master back to me. I want to take her away from here."

"Leave? No one can take the little bird demon away from me. Liu Yushu, since you once saved me, I will spare your life today. If you know what's best for you, get out of here!"

Unexpectedly, Liu Yushu would reveal his true identity and was determined to snatch the young master from Wanqi Yuan at all costs.

Wanqi Yuan finally stopped enduring and used a little internal force to knock Liu Yushu to the ground.

"Come here, put Liu Yushu in jail. No one is allowed to approach the cell without my order!"

After dealing with Liu Yushu, Wanqi Yuan carried the little bird demon back to the room and laid her on the bed. He used his internal energy to heal her wounds, but out of selfishness he did not completely cure her injuries.

Looking at her sleeping face, as peaceful as a baby, he could not help but feel tenderness in his heart. She closed her eyes tightly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she was having a sweet dream.

He leaned over slowly, afraid to wake her up.

He gently put his lips close to her forehead, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. At this moment, time seemed to stop flowing, and the whole world was left with only the two of them.

When he raised his head, his eyes were full of affection. He stared at her quietly, hoping to stay by her side forever and make her happy forever.

Little bird demon, I love you.