Chapter 920 Sorry

After confirming that Hong Tianjie was dead, Ye Tianming's body began to shake.

His body was like a swaying leaf, as if it would fall down at any moment.

He was breathing heavily, and his breathing sounded like an old bellows, heavy and disordered.

His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, his lips were cracked, and the blood that had seeped out had dried.

The pain from the wound came in waves like a tide, almost drowning his consciousness.

His eyes became a little blurry and the scene in front of him began to blur.

Ye Tianming tried to concentrate and stay awake, but his head became heavier and heavier, as if a thousand-pound rock was pressing down on it.

His clothes were already torn to pieces, soaked in blood, and stuck tightly to his body.

The wounds were crisscrossed, some of them were still bleeding, staining the ground beneath his feet bright red.

Ye Tianming felt that his body was out of control and every movement required a huge amount of effort.

His hands were shaking so much that he could barely hold the spirit sword in his hands. The sword was also covered in blood, which dripped down the sword body to the ground.

"I... I can't fall down..." Ye Tianming murmured to himself, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

He relied on the faith in his heart to keep himself from fainting.

However, the physical condition was much worse than expected.

Everything in sight began to overlap, and everything around became unreal.

There was a buzzing in his ears, as if countless bees were flying around.

Every breath was accompanied by piercing pain, and the lungs felt like they were burning in fire.

Ye Tianming's legs went soft and he finally couldn't support the weight of his body and fell to one knee on the ground.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, forming a sad and beautiful blood flower on the ground.

Ye Tianming raised his head and looked at the stairs in front of him that seemed to have no end, his eyes filled with helplessness and despair.

"Do I really have to stop here?"

A feeling of sadness welled up in his heart.

Just then, a breeze blew by and Ye Tianming couldn't help but shiver.

He felt a deep chill rising from the bottom of his heart, as if to freeze his soul.

Ye Tianming used up his last bit of strength to try to stand up again, but his body was completely out of control.

At this moment, the saint Yun Manyao, who was not far away, looked at Ye Tianming with complicated eyes.

In her beautiful eyes, there was surprise, admiration, and a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Yun Manyao bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, hesitated for a moment, and finally approached Ye Tianming desperately.

As soon as she took the first step, she felt a heavy pressure coming down like a mountain.

This pressure seemed to be substantial, squeezing every inch of her skin and every cell.

Yun Manyao felt her breathing stagnate, and her chest felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, causing an unbearable pain.

But she didn't back down.

She took a deep breath and forced the spiritual power in her body to fight against it.

With every step forward, the pressure grew stronger. Yun Manyao's legs began to tremble, and it seemed as if she would collapse to her knees at any moment.

Soon, veins popped up on her forehead and cold sweat fell like rain, soaking her hair.

The originally light steps became heavy and slow, and every time I lifted my foot, I needed to use all my strength.

Even though it was so difficult, Yun Manyao's eyes became more determined.

As she got closer and closer to Ye Tianming, Yun Manyao felt that her internal organs were being squeezed and displaced, causing her unbearable pain.

Her meridians made a "crackling" sound due to excessive pressure.

But she still didn't stop.

It was only a few steps away, but her face turned pale as paper, her clothes were soaked with sweat and torn to pieces by the pressure, revealing bloodstains on her fair skin.

Every breath was accompanied by pain that penetrated deep into her bones, but Yun Manyao still did not stop, and she moved closer to Ye Tianming step by step, firmly.

Finally, after paying a huge price, Yun Manyao came to Ye Tianming with difficulty.

Although her body was shaking and she looked as if a gust of wind would blow her down, there was a relieved smile on her face.

She reached out and took out the porcelain bottle, carefully poured out a healing pill that exuded a strong medicinal aroma, and then handed it to Ye Tianming.

"Eat it."

Ye Tianming's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the scene before his eyes became darker and darker.

But when he heard Yun Manyao's voice, he still pursed his lips tightly and snorted coldly: "Don't bother!"

The cold attitude made Yun Manyao's body shake slightly, and her face turned paler.

Ye Tianming's originally distracted eyes were now filled with indifference and resistance.

He turned his head away, unwilling to even look at Yun Manyao.

A weak, cold voice was drawing a line in the sand at every moment.

"Even if I, Ye Tianming, die, I don't need you to be here to pay New Year's greetings to the chickens."

A trace of pain flashed across Yun Manyao's eyes, and her voice trembled a little: "Ye Tianming, don't be like this. This healing pill can cure your injury. I was wrong before. Please don't gamble with your life."

Ye Tianming was unmoved and sneered: "Your apology? Your pills? I, Ye Tianming, can't afford it."

Yun Manyao's tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice was almost pleading: "Ye Tianming, I know I have hurt you before, but please believe me now, this pill can really save you. If you are angry, after your injury is healed, you can do anything to me, as long as you take this pill."

Ye Tianming showed a trace of sarcasm on his face: "Yun Manyao, do you think a pill can make up for the damage you have caused me?"

Having said that, he simply closed his eyes and stopped talking, demonstrating his determination to refuse with practical actions.

Yun Manyao bit her lips tightly, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

She looked at Ye Tianming's resolute look, and her heart felt as if it was pierced by thousands of arrows.

Yun Manyao slowly approached Ye Tianming. The subtle fragrance of orchid and musk on her body drifted into Ye Tianming's nose, stirring his heartstrings.

She stretched out her jade-like slender hand with a slight tremor and gently pinched Ye Tianming's firm chin. The delicate touch made Ye Tianming's heart tremble.

Ye Tianming instinctively clenched his teeth and struggled hard to break free from her control.

But at this moment, he was completely unable to cope with it.

While struggling, his cheek accidentally rubbed against Yun Manyao's soft fingers.

At that moment, it seemed as if a slight electric current instantly spread throughout the bodies of both of them.

Yun Manyao seized the opportunity and quickly put the pill into his mouth. Then she raised her hand lightly and a gentle spiritual power was injected into Ye Tianming's body, forcing him to swallow the pill.

Ye Tianming opened his eyes angrily and glared at Yun Manyao.

However, Yun Manyao inadvertently met his angry yet deep and charming gaze, and a trace of sadness and pain flashed in her eyes.

"sorry."

Thousands of words finally turned into just three words.

After saying that, Yun Manyao let go of Ye Tianming and quietly stepped away.