Xiao Qinghe coughed up three liters of blood and said weakly, "Rest assured, Master. Even if I have to lay down my life, I'll keep you safe. I won't let you suffer so much as a scratch!"
Bai Yuqing frowned without a word.
Something suspiciously like regret flickered in his eyes.
Having a disciple who cared too much about him might not be entirely a good thing.
Xiao Qinghe had no idea what he was thinking. He had just finished bandaging him when the system's electronic voice suddenly sounded.
[New mission! Wen Changgeng and Yan Yunhe are locked in a fierce battle. Host, please hurry over and mediate as appropriate!]
Xiao Qinghe: "..."
You want a mere mortal like me to break up a fight between those two gods?
How is that any different from outright telling me to go get myself killed?!
[Warning! These two are important participants in the Swordcloud Conference. If anything happens to them and prevents them from attending, it will affect the plot's progression. Please think carefully, host!]
Xiao Qinghe rubbed his brow.
"The mission objective is to resolve their hatred, right? Isn't this hatred because of a love triangle? That means it started with Mu Yingying. What would happen if I tried bringing her over to break up the fight?"
[You will pass away. [Smile]]
Xiao Qinghe: "..."
So, basically, I'm the only victim here, huh?
[My condolences. Good luck~]
"...Well, thanks a lot!"
I'm tired. Let it all burn!
"Qinghe?" Bai Yuqing gently reached toward his forehead. "Are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so pale?"
"I'm fine, Master. You've had a tiring day and must be exhausted. Please get some rest. I'll take my leave."
As he spoke, he helped Bai Yuqing to