Slitting His Throat

"What kind of bullshit is that?" Li Yichen suddenly said calmly. "If you died, how could I possibly go on living alone?"

Tang Ling'er was instantly dumbstruck. Though Li Yichen had sworn, his words sounded like heavenly music to her ears.

"Waa... hehe... waa..." She laughed through her tears, then started crying again as she laughed, like someone who had lost her mind.

Li Yichen turned toward the shadow and asked, "Will you keep your word? If I die, you'll let her go?"

"Hahaha... of course." The shadow's voice suddenly turned cold. "Then why aren't you dying already? Can't bear to do it? You humans are such hypocrites."

Li Yichen immediately stepped forward, wearing the solemn, heroic expression of a man ready to meet his death, and laid his sword across his throat.

"No... don't... Li Yichen, I won't let you die..." Tang Ling'er cried out in anguish, bloody tears streaming from her eyes.

Li Yichen gazed at her tenderly and said softly, "You have to be happy when I'm gone."

The shadow's eyes brimmed with excitement. Even the hand holding his bone blade began to tremble. "Quick... cut it... die, die, die... hahaha..."

Li Yichen steeled himself. This is only a clone. Losing one should be fine, right? He put force into his hand, about to slit his throat.

Clang... The sword rang out and its blade trembled violently. He felt resistance through his hand. The edge barely broke his skin before it refused to cut any farther.

Blood ran along the sword's edge and dripped onto the ground, each drop piercing Tang Ling'er's heart.

Tang Ling'er's gaze suddenly turned icy. Forming a sword seal with her fingers, she rapidly chanted, **"Boundless heaven and earth, lend me the power of the cosmos. Golden light within, envelop my body. Golden