Online Game: Evil Dragon Against The Heaven - 281

Although Chenxue was physically weak and spent most of her time in bed, she wasn’t the least bit foolish. She didn’t understand why those things had appeared in her dreams, but upon waking, the revived life within her, the beating of her heart, the wounds on Ye Tian Xie’s arms, and the dried blood at the corner of his mouth… all at once, she understood so much, yet remained confused…

It was him—he used his own blood to call her back… an unreal miracle like something from a dream. Her illness was clearly an incurable terminal disease… yet his blood had turned the impossible into possible.

She knew well that this was something no ordinary person could understand or accept—she herself didn’t even know why it worked. She also knew what kind of consequences would follow if word of this got out.

This would be their secret. A miracle of life written by his blood. A secret she would forever keep in her heart, cherish always… even to the end of her life, she would never forget… never forget that at age thirteen, someone had carved thirteen wounds into their own body for her sake. Never forget that it was his blood that pulled her back from the brink of death.

“Big brother, do the words you said earlier still count?”

“…Of course they do.”

“Then, can I stay by big brother’s side from now on?” She tilted her face up, her starry eyes full of hopeful longing.

“As long as Xue’er is willing—no one can take you from my side… because your body now carries my blood,” he said with a smile. Those eyes before him were so beautiful, they made his heart tremble.

“…My body has big brother’s blood in it… mm! Then from now on, I, Ran Chenxue, belong only to big brother. Because my life… was saved by you.” She smiled, smiling so brightly. Having his blood flowing through her—what a perfect reason to stay by his side forever.

“Ohlala~ Guo Guo wants to become Master’s most obedient, most well-behaved, and cutest little loli too!!”

The lovely atmosphere was shattered cleanly by Guo Guo’s sudden declaration. Ye Tian Xie barely restrained the urge to smack her away and awkwardly sat up straight. Come to think of it, Guo Guo was the key to Chenxue waking up. Without her, he would still be holding onto Chenxue’s cold body, drowning in a gray, frozen world.

How should he reward Guo Guo…? Don’t tell him he really had to…

Ye Tian Xie quickly shook his head to chase away the thoughts he shouldn’t be having. With this short moment to rest, his body finally didn’t feel as weak, though his face still showed an unnatural pallor. Even though his body was different from normal people, to have lost so much blood at once and still wake up this quickly—it was already remarkable.

He lifted Chenxue into his arms. Her body was still soft and weightless like cotton. Though the dragon blood had brought her back from death, she hadn’t regained much strength, let alone the ability to walk. As he held her, the slight exertion caused the wounds on his arms to tear open again. Thin streams of blood oozed out, and the overlapping pain made his brows furrow.

Leaning lazily against his chest, Chenxue immediately saw the reopened wounds and felt a heartache so sharp it almost brought tears. She struggled to shift her body, her trembling eyes fixated on those scars carved for her. In a soft murmur, she whispered: “You’re bleeding again… it must really hurt…”

“It’s alright. It’ll heal soon.” Ye Tian Xie shook his head with a smile. But in the next moment, his body suddenly stiffened as if struck by lightning.

Chenxue moved closer, lowered her head and extended her tongue, carefully licking at one of the bleeding wounds. Her movements were gentle, cautious. Drops of her sweet saliva landed on the wounds beneath her pink tongue, gleaming with a crystalline sheen…

“Xue’er…” That unfamiliar sensation struck directly at Ye Tian Xie’s nerves.

“This way, it won’t hurt.” Chenxue looked up, her brows curving adorably as she flashed a flawless smile—then lowered her head again, gently licking at every one of his wounds, from top to bottom… one, two, three… every drop of blood was carefully cleaned away, leaving behind the shimmer of her glistening saliva under the light.

“Yiya… That’s right! This really can make the wounds heal faster. Then Guo Guo will help too! Ohlala!!”

Guo Guo floated down from Ye Tian Xie’s shoulder, landing on his other arm. She lay down with a serious expression, and just like Chenxue, started tending to his wounds…

Ye Tian Xie: “…”

Ye Tian Xie’s blood began to flow noticeably faster. That sensation—impossible to put into words—made his expression continuously shift… both painful, and yet strangely addicting in a way that made him want to sink into it.

He didn’t know how long it lasted, but eventually, Chenxue had left her mark on all thirteen of his wounds. Finally out of strength, she whispered, “So sleepy…” and closed her eyes in Ye Tian Xie’s arms, quickly falling asleep.

Reaching into his pocket, he realized his phone was missing—only then did he remember he had left it at the Capital Airport. Carrying Chenxue, he stood up, and in that moment, a wave of intense dizziness struck his brain, causing him to sway and nearly fall. After steadying himself for a while, he finally began walking away from the area.

After traveling a considerable distance, Ye Tian Xie finally stepped onto the first street. He used a nearby public phone to call Zuo Po Jun.

“Po Jun, come pick me up, I’m at…”

“…I-I’ll be right there!” Zuo Po Jun already knew from a call by Liu Qi Yue (Liǔ Qī Yuè) that Ye Tian Xie had canceled his trip to America, instead bringing Chenxue to a quiet place… perhaps, to spend what he thought would be their final moments together. He had been waiting in agony for any news. Now, finally receiving his call, he was so overwhelmed he nearly threw the phone from his hands.

Before long, a helicopter roared overhead. It hovered for a short while, then descended rapidly and landed not far from Ye Tian Xie. Zuo Po Jun and Murong Qiushui leapt down, rushing over as fast as they could.

“Second Bro, you—”

Their words cut off midway, their faces filled with shock and horror.

They had seen his arms… covered in wound after wound, each more terrifying than the last.

So many cuts… Who could have done this to him?

With a body that even bullets couldn’t harm, who could possibly injure him?

And in his arms—Chenxue lay silent, her eyes closed. Their hearts pounded wildly in fear.

“Let’s go.” Ye Tian Xie, carrying Chenxue, walked toward the helicopter.

“Second Bro, your arms…” Zuo Po Jun swallowed hard, speaking with difficulty.

“I did it myself,” Ye Tian Xie replied.

“You cut yourself?” The two of them were stunned. Zuo Po Jun gritted his teeth and exclaimed, “Second Bro, I know Chenxue is gone… and it hurts… but her illness was just too serious. If anyone’s to blame, it’s the fact that our medicine is still too far behind—this isn’t your fault… How could you punish yourself like this?”