As Sumeru Heaven drew ever closer, Hu Xiaotian called out, "One day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of devotion. We may not have the name of husband and wife, but we did share a night together." Although Hu Xiaotian could not remember what had happened that night, he could still infer a few things. He said this now only to quell Sumeru Heaven's murderous intent and save his own life.
Sumeru Heaven's gaze was like a pair of sharp knives, as though she longed to slice open Hu Xiaotian's chest and dig out his heart. Yet she swayed unsteadily as she walked, and halfway to him, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing her like this, Hu Xiaotian realized that Sumeru Heaven must have suffered severe internal injuries and had been struggling to hold on all along. Her earlier condition probably had not been an act either. While quietly regulating his breathing to regain his mobility as quickly as possible, he sighed and said, "You're hurt. I know a little about medicine. Why don't we make a deal? I'll treat your injuries, and you'll let me live."
"A deal? Isn't it a little late to think of that now?" Sumeru Heaven reached Hu Xiaotian, seized his collar, and stared at him through gritted teeth. She seemed to want to say something, but in the end, no words came out. Pfft! She spat out another mouthful of blood, staining the entire front of Hu Xiaotian's clothes red.
Hu Xiaotian inwardly cursed his luck. Sumeru Heaven's injuries were clearly serious. Had he known, he could simply have kept his distance and watched her cough up blood until she died. Why had he risked firing the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles at her? Wonderful-he had failed to steal the