Deep Feelings

In the Ancient Era, the Demon clan vanished without a trace. In more recent times, the Dragon Clan disappeared. The age when the divine way flourished had faded away like smoke, and the pinnacle of the flying swords era eventually fell into decline…
What has happened to this world?
Who will listen to the historical truth buried in the long river of time?
Bodies were strewn over a thousand miles of mountains and river; the harrowing hunger of tigers depicted across a hundred years of heaven and earth.
The impartiality of the cosmos is as heartless as ever,
Yet I possess a burning red heart—one that patrols the heavens!
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Welcome to the Immortal Sword World, where emotions run deep.
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Red Heart Patrols the Sky

The graceful body curled into a ball on the bed, seemingly enduring some kind of pain even in sleep.


The young man slowly walked forward, reaching out his right hand...


Before he could react, his whole body had already crashed heavily to the ground. His internal organs felt disjointed.


The Dao Origin within him dispersed, and his neck was gripped tightly by two fingers.


The man's face quickly turned red, his eyes widened, staring at the woman wearing the faceless mask pressing down on him.


The Masked Demon glanced at the scattered bottles and jars on the ground, seeing them filled with various healing medicines, she casually loosened her fingers, but her gaze remained icy cold: "What do you want to do?"


"You seem... seriously injured." The young man said, his voice tinged with nervousness: "I want... to help."


"Little wretch." The Masked Demon snickered, stood up, and returned to the bed, with a teasing tone: "What help can you possibly offer me?"


Chapter 159: Willing to Be a Lapdog Under Jiang Qingyang's Command