Chapter 543 I'd Rather Leave You Not Even a Corpse

t nothings. You say it so nicely, just hearing it once isn't enough.Fu Lingxiao looked at the little girl in his arms, the corners of his handsome lips twitched slightly, "Little thing, what did you s..."Star!"

Qiao Daishan gritted his teeth, enduring the soul-wrenching pain as he rushed forward to catch Mu Xing.

His crumbling body couldn't bear any more weight, he knelt on the ground with Mu Xing in his arms.

"Star..."

Qiao Daishan pressed his hand against Mu Xing's artery at the base of her neck, the thick blood flowing freely from between his fingers.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, his eyes filled with the pain of heartbreak, "Do you hate me that much Hate me to the point of punishing me like this..."

Mu Xing lay weakly in Qiao Da Shan's arms, blood still flowing from her arteries. The light was dim, casting shadows that outlined her slender eyelashes, each one reflecting on her delicate, pale face.

"A blood feud, a grudge that cannot be shared under heaven..."

She looked at Qiao Daishan, her bewitching eyes now dull and lifeless like tarnished silver beads, "Your blood, the life you gave me, I return it all to you. I owe you nothing. Between us, there is only hatred left..."

It turns out, the girl has recovered all her memories.

Qiao Daishan lowered his head and gazed at Mu Xing. His handsome face was shrouded in shadow, and his phoenix eyes flickered with a faint, sinister light. “I won’t let you die, Xing'er. You can never leave me in this lifetime.”

"I injected myself with the serum. This time, you can't save me."

Mu Xing's pale lips curled into a smile, like the twilight after autumn rain, utterly serene. "You want me to be with you I'd rather not even leave you my corpse, Qiao Daishan. Watch closely, I'll show you how I die in your arms, and how I become a pool of blood..."

Her voice was so weak, yet it was heavy as a thousand jun. Each word was like a bullet sweeping across his chest.

Qiao Daishan's dark pupils froze suddenly, his arrogant expression becoming wooden.

Like a ghostly white hand reaching out from the abyss, it grasped his heart and tore it in two with agonizing force. The pain made his entire body tremble.

The air hung heavy, thick with a timeless stillness. A deathly silence enveloped the surroundings, like a desolate wasteland stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Master..."

Finally, a faint sound reached my ears, crushing past my heart.

She called him, Master...

Qiao Daishan's eyes trembled violently, gazing at the girl in his arms.

Warm, viscous blood was trickling from the corner of her mouth, her entire person nearly disappearing as if fading away, leaving only a faint breath at the tip of her nose.

"Master, I beg you... help Fu Lingxiao with the antidote, save those innocent people..."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Daishan's soft heart suddenly burst into a raging inferno!

His Xing'er, how strong and resolute he was, yet in the end, for Fu Lingxiao, he softened and pleaded with him. What kind of person is that man to make Xing'er so!

At that moment, a fighter jet suddenly landed not far from them.

The cabin door opened, and a black figure jumped down, "Xing'er!"

A low, urgent voice pulled Mu Xing's fading consciousness back into focus. She strained to open her eyes and in her blurry vision, a tall figure stumbled towards her.

Uncle…

Mu Xing's scattered eyes regained a glimmer.

Her little uncle had come. To see him again, she would have no regrets even if she died.

Fu Lingxiao ran quickly to Mu Xing's front, seeing her covered in blood and barely alive. His crimson eyes trembled violently, and even his breath was gone.

He knelt on one knee, reaching out to take Mu Xing from Qiao Daishan's arms, afraid of hurting her.

"Star..."

Fu Lingxiao held her icy small hand, gently caressing her pale face like paper, his raven wings drooping with moisture.

He hated himself!

If it wasn't for him sending Xing'er away, Xing'er wouldn't have become like this...

He deserves to die!

Mu Xing's vision had fallen into endless darkness. She couldn't see anything, and she could no longer feel the outside world, but she knew that her uncle was watching her.

"I'm sorry...Uncle... for putting you in this situation..."

Her long lashes glistened with crystal clear tears. She strained with her last breath, painfully moving her lips, emitting a barely audible sound.

"Promise me... for me, live well..."

After speaking in a halting, broken voice, tears welled up and suddenly slipped down her reddened cheeks...

A cold wind blew, and the tears fragmented in the air as they spun.

"Star!"

Fu Lingxiao called out to her in panic, but there was no response.

He restrained his strength, pulling the person away from Qiao Daishan's arms.

The girl was completely gone, her beautiful eyes closed softly, resting peacefully in his arms. He could clearly feel the last vestiges of warmth leaving her body...

"Star... don't... please don't..."

Fu Lingxiao’s whole body was filled with a bone-chilling coldness, as if kneeling before an icy mountain peak that never thawed. The blood surging through his five internal organs and six bowels suddenly froze.

He held her with all his might, murmuring pleas for her not to leave him. Burning tears streamed from his eyes, swirling in the humid, salty air.

Jo Da Shan knelt alone on the ground, looking at the deceased girl. The twelve years of memory in Qingyun Mountain suddenly flooded back to him like a rush of past events.

When she's happy, she leans against his arm and acts cute. When she's angry, she chases him all over the mountainside. And when he bullies her, she pouts and calls him an old geezer...

That naive and innocent girl, who always smiled at him with crescent moon eyes, and said she wanted to be with him forever…

Throughout his life, Qiao Daishan never once had the word "regret" in his actions.

Not until Mu Xing died right before his eyes did he belatedly realize that he had been lost in a frenzy of obsession. He, self-righteous and irredeemable, had relentlessly pressured her, pushing her to her breaking point where she chose the most cruel way to destroy herself, all just to hurt him.

Regret, like a veil of dark night, enveloped him silently.

The mighty man, who thought himself invincible, finally tasted the bitter fruit of "regret"......

Soon, another helicopter arrived in a hurry and landed on the island.

Yun Tuo and Pei Rang got off the helicopter.

Yun Tuo had been quietly following Qiao Daishan and unexpectedly, when they were passing over the sea, he encountered Shen Lue driving a helicopter into the water. He hurriedly jumped down to save him.

While Pei Rang came with Fu Ye, seeing Yun Tuo fishing for people in the sea, he immediately jumped down to help. It was only then that the group was delayed until now.

"Master Fu!"

Yun Tuo ran over to tell him that a huge amphibious assault ship was heading this way.

He saw that Grandmaster Fu was tightly holding a young girl in his arms, leaning down to her face. He couldn't see their faces, but he knew the person in Grandmaster Fu's arms was Mu Xing, the little sweetheart.

Mu Xing, the little cutie at this time, was covered in blood. Her skin that wasn't stained by fresh blood presented an abnormal grayish-white...

Suddenly realizing something, Yun Tuo's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes unconsciously reddened.

His gaze swept to Qiao Daishan, and he strode quickly to his face, drawing his gun and pressing it hard against his forehead. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to pull the trigger, and growled, "Tell me! What's going on!"oftly humming an 'en' in her heart.The next morning.When Fu Lingxiao woke up, he found that his vision was still clear.He lowered his eyes to look at his arm, the little thing had tossed and turned al...