Piaomiao fell into the pit, looking down at the unconscious Zhao Changhe, remaining silent for a long time.
He actually dared to faint in front of me... placing his life in the hands of someone who has entered madness.
It was still himself who knocked himself out, in order to suppress the desire-driven Heart Demon.
Piaomiao suddenly realized that his only role on this journey was to hold back, playing nothing more than a clown throughout, not only achieving nothing meaningful, but also injuring Zhao Changhe. Meanwhile, Zhao Changhe's combat and wisdom have always been as dazzling as a Heavenly God.
Cui Yuanyang's memories of the past and present kept interweaving and overlapping, from the Mystical Gate to the Imperial Realm, never changing.
"Then now... it's my turn to protect you." Piaomiao helped Zhao Changhe up, hesitated for a moment, but still carried him on his back, and picked up the Bodhisattva with one hand, fleeing towards the southeast.
