What if Kuai Chuan's Old Attack is an NPC?

The bright red blood flowed all over the ground, dripping down the tip of the sword and falling to the ground. Xiao Chuyun seemed to feel that the world had become quiet for a moment.

It seems that the chaos of this world is not in Xiao Quyun's eyes, the only thing he can see now is Mu Hongjue.

Du Yunian's thin lips seemed to be saying something, Xiao Chuyun sounded like he said: "Xiao Chuyun, be careful..."

"Mu Hongjue!"

Bright red blood flowed all over the ground, Xiao Chuyun's eyes were blood red.

Du Jinian's body collapsed in front of Xiao Quyun, and he leaned limply on Xiao Quyun's body, his hands hanging down feebly.

"Xiao Chuyun,...be careful..."

Du Quinian, who was lying in a pool of blood, still subconsciously said that at the moment of dying, Du Quinian could no longer tell whether it was himself or Mu Hongjue who was in control of his consciousness.

Maybe both.

Mu Hongjue loved Xiao Quyun, at least before the battle between immortals and demons, he must have loved him.

"I..." Li Han obviously didn't expect to end up like this, so he took a few steps forward.

Xiao Quyun hugged Mu Hongjue, who was unconscious and pierced by an arrow, in his arms, his brows gradually became ferocious.

In this life, in order not to cause Mu Hongjue to resist, he always pretended to be gentle and kind, even if it was fake, this good man's face was never lost.

It's just that today Xiao Quyun didn't expect that in the next life, Mu Hongjue's own magic weapon, Sui Yu, would be pierced through Mu Hongjue's heart by an arrow because of the predestined relationship he planted.

It's all because of me, Xiao Chuyun!

Xiao Quyun hugged the unconscious Mu Hongjue, and walked to the side of Xiao Le who was almost out of her body from the fright.

"Look at him, I sealed his seven orifices with spells, and I will apologize when I finish this matter."

Xiao Quyun bent down to pick up the Sui Yujian whose blade was half broken, and when the spell was called, Sui Yu's sword tip was summoned by Xiao Quyun.

The broken sword stuck on the stump was directly replaced by a piece of scattered fragments, passed through the void between several people, and returned to Xiao Chuyun's side.

Under the blessing of spiritual power, the shattered pieces re-condensed on Sui Yu's broken incision, becoming a complete Sui Yu sword full of blood.

The new Demon Lord of the Demon Realm and the former Demon Lord fought so far, and they fought like a sun.

The news that the prince of the fairy world and the new son-in-law of the demon world was seriously injured in the human world also reached the ears of the concubine Tian and the emperor.

The heavens were furious, Mu Hongjue was the most honored heir apparent in the fairy world, and he suffered such a catastrophe while he was in the human world.

Xiao Chuyun, the Demon Venerable of the Demon Realm, has to give an explanation no matter what!

Good prince, he hasn't even broken his skin for a hundred years, and now he went to the demon world and was seriously injured. The demon world must give the fairy world a good explanation!

A hundred years later.

The drowsy Mu Hongjue finally woke up, the demon princess who had been a widow since the moment she entered the house, and the princess and concubine of the fairy world—Xiao Ling, was forced to wait by Mu Hongjue's bedside.

When Mu Hongjue woke up, Xiao Ling was lying on the bed and sleeping very sweetly. Mu Hongjue had a splitting headache and a sharp pain in his chest.

Carefully propping himself up and sitting up, Mu Hongjue leaned his back against the bed, panting from exhaustion, a little sweat broke out on his forehead.

"call--"

The not-so-violent activity made Mu Hongjue a little out of breath. He looked at the fragrant Xiao Ling who was lying on the side of the bed, and felt a little familiar.

"Why is Xiao Ling here with me?"

Mu Hongjue clutched his very painful chest, his pale face carried a bit of haggardness that cannot be ignored.

Mu Hongjue looked around the place where he lived. Among the fluttering white curtains, the pillars of the golden coiled dragon were faintly visible in the white gauze.

Mu Hongjue smiled self-deprecatingly: "Isn't it enough to pierce the heart with an arrow? Xiao Chuyun, you are really cruel."

"Knowing that what I hate the most is returning to the Prince's Palace, Sui Yu's piercing heart is not enough, why do you still want to humiliate me like this!"

Mu Hongjue hammered his chest as if he hated himself, the wound that was already in pain, seeped red blood through Mu Hongjue's white clothes, and spread on his heart.

Mu Hongjue looked at the sly moonlight outside the window, his sad light-colored eyes contained a strong atmosphere of sadness.

"Xiu Yun..."

A drop of crystal clear tears ran across Mu Hongjue's cheek from the corner of his eye, fell on his clothes, and disappeared, leaving only a puddle of water stains.

Xiao Ling, who was sleeping, felt someone talking beside him, and babbled, turning around like a sticky little head.

"Hey, I've been sleeping for more than 100 years, how could I wake up, I must be too sleepy." Xiao Ling muttered in his mouth, changed his position and continued to sleep.

The sad Mu Hongjue heard Xiao Ling's inadvertent murmur, smiled very bleakly, got up carefully, helped other things to get out of bed, and randomly picked up a relatively clean white dragon pattern embroidery clothes.

With great effort, he walked behind Xiao Ling and put it on Xiao Ling's body.

"Thanks a lot."

Mu Hongjue said in a low voice, not sure if he was telling himself or thanking Xiao Ling.

He is just a sinner with nowhere to go, and Xiao Chuyun has been imprisoned in the devil world by Xiao Chuyun for a hundred years of entanglement.

Returning to the fairy world again, and back to his prince's palace, Mu Hongjue suddenly felt a little bit like a world away.

Mu Hongjue walked slowly to the window. Outside the open window was a very round moon. The lush spiritual tree was still standing in the courtyard. Thousands of wind chimes on the tree were swinging with the wind. Make a crisp sound.

"The wind chimes are all hung up, Xiao Chuyun, you have really bothered to humiliate me..."

Mu Hongjue's light-colored eyes glistened with tears. It's been hundreds of years, and he hasn't come back for a long time.

Back then, the wind chimes and wish cards on the spirit tree in this courtyard were all written by myself and Xiao Quyun, stroke by stroke, and hung up with my own hands.

They made an appointment at that time, and they must fulfill their wishes for these people.

It's just a pity...

In the year when the fairy world was destroyed, Xiao Quyun destroyed the spirit tree with his own hands in front of him, along with thousands of wind chimes and wish cards, and burned them all to pieces.

Casually taking their past with them, Mu Hongjue's last bit of love for Xiao Quyun was burned away in this continuous fire.

Mu Hongjue seemed to have died since then, not because of his body, but because of his heart.

What is the point of living?

The immortal world was destroyed, except that he died under Xiao Chuyun's hands, and died in the missteps he made back then.