Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

Chapter 469 Ji Bai 14

Ji Bai raised his hand to push the man away, then frowned and reached out to wipe the blood from his lips, but the man in front of him was faster than him.

The slightly rough fingertips touched his lips, stroking them lightly, and he raised his eyelids to look over.

Chu Xuan had long eyelashes, and at this moment he lowered his eyes so that people couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.

His hand was still touching his lips, Ji Bai slowly raised his hand and held his wrist.

Chu Xuan's body stiffened for a moment because of his action. He raised his eyes little by little and looked into those cold and indifferent black eyes.

The two of them were very close to each other, their breath entwined together, and it seemed that if only one of them moved even for a moment, the tips of their noses would touch.

Ji Bai noticed that the other person's breathing was a little disordered, and he slowly tightened his hand around his wrist.

"Click——" A crisp sound suddenly rang out. Ji Bai turned his head indifferently and looked away, then raised his hand to wipe his lips clean.

Chu Xuan's wrist was bent and hanging at a strange angle. Anyone with a little bit of vision would know that his wrist was broken.

Ji Bai ignored him, tearing through time and space and heading towards another world.

Not long after, Henry Chu caught up again.

Ji Bai glanced at his wrist nonchalantly, and when he saw that he had already taken it, he looked away without caring.

After killing another big villain, Tiandao suddenly appeared in front of him again, hugged his legs and cried again.

"Brother, I really really really... I really can't kill anymore. The maliciousness value of the Three Thousand Worlds is already the lowest it has been in billions of years. If you keep killing, the Three Thousand Worlds will be in chaos because of the imbalance between good and evil!"

"When great good turns into great evil, the trajectory of all worlds will be overturned, and all things in the world will fall into purgatory."

"Brother, we really can't kill anymore——!"

Tiandao saw Dashan standing behind him from the corner of his eye, as if he had seen a life-saving straw: "Quickly persuade him! Didn't the old man in the Starry Sea ask you to come out and do this?"

Ji Bai looked back, and Chu Xuan's eyes happened to look over at this moment. The two of them stared at each other for a long time at a distance.

“It’s not the bottom line yet.”

Henry Chu's voice was low and hoarse, but clear and distinct, which made Tiandao doubt his ears. He looked at Henry Chu and asked, "Did you say that just now?"

From Ji Bai's perspective, the man being questioned nodded without any hesitation.

His gaze paused for a moment, and after a long time he turned his head and looked away.

"Dashan! Is your brain stuck in the door?"

It was only at this time that Ji Bai knew the identity of the person who had been following him.

Great goodness.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes blocking his view.

No wonder he could suppress the pain caused by those things inflicting on his body. It turned out that he was the nemesis of those things, a child bred from the kindness that those things feared.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and suddenly a different emotion arose in his calm heart.

Ji Bai relaxed his frown and walked away.

This time he did not go to the Three Thousand Worlds, but returned to the corner outside the Three Thousand Worlds where he had stayed for three thousand years.

The piercing pain came more and more frequently, from once a month in the past to once every two days now.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but he wrapped himself in a barrier of strong divine power, sat in a corner hugging his legs, and buried his face between his legs. The pain was like a ball of darkness, as if it was going to swallow him whole.

His face turned pale with pain, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his limbs were cramping, and he suddenly became weak. He knelt down in the void in a panic. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and his ribs seemed to be pulled out one by one.

Warm liquid gushed out of his mouth at this moment, and uncontrollable pain swept through all his thoughts and consciousness. There was only one echo in his head that kept shouting: It hurts!

He clenched his teeth refusing to admit defeat, not letting even a hint of vulnerability escape from his mouth. He stared with bloodshot eyes at the black energy slowly wrapping around his skin, mobilizing the divine power in his body to resist.

The two forces tore at his body and wantonly twisted his soul. Unable to bear it, his body trembled violently, but he did not cry out in pain.

"puff--"

He spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, and liquid was flowing rapidly from his nose. He subconsciously raised his hand and touched it lightly, lowering his eyes to look at the trembling fingertips covered with blood...

Suddenly, a more intense pain came over him. He couldn't bear it anymore and curled up, with tears and blood flowing from his eyes.

It hurts.

It hurts so much that I want to die.

Death will put an end to everything. All the pain will be far away from you, and all the unfairness will end from now on.

His breathing was disordered and he struggled to get up from nothingness, but because of the pain, he fell to the ground again. After repeating this several times, he finally managed to hold up his body.

He took two breaths, slowly raised his other hand, and the divine power in his hand condensed into a long sword emitting a cold light.

When you die, everything is over.

Ji Bai stared at the sharp blade with his red eyes, breathing rapidly.

After a long time, he put down the sword pointing at himself, used the sword as a support, and stood up tremblingly while leaning on the sword.

The red mole at the corner of his eye emitted an enchanting red glow. His scarlet pupils were slightly narrowed, and his gaze was extremely cold, like ice piercing the bone.

Even if he dies... Ji Bai will never let those things that make him suffer rest in peace.

Ji Bai raised his sword and slashed through the barrier that wrapped him, tearing through time and space to travel into the highest level world.

The Demon Lord, who was almost about to become a god, looked at the person coming, and before he could come to his senses, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the sword that carried a strong breath of death.

His arm was chopped off straight down, and the world shook visibly for a moment.

The Demon Lord, who had looked down upon the sky for fifty thousand years, noticed that something was wrong with the visitor.

His power is very similar to mine, but there are some differences.

Ji Bai was in so much pain because his arm was broken that he spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.

In an instant, a terrifying demonic aura rose up from all around, the sky darkened instantly, and the empty sky seemed like an abyss staring at him.

"Very good." The Demon Lord's palm was filled with demonic energy. He placed it on the severed arm. After a while, the arm slowly regenerated. "Since I was born, I have never suffered such humiliation."

He looked at the weak man in front of him who was almost breathing, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with poison: "You are the first person to hurt me, and you will be the last."

The dense demonic energy quickly surged towards Ji Bai. Ji Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, held the sword and made a seal...

"boom--"

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the evil spirit around was instantly wiped out!

Ji Bai looked at the person standing in front of him, slightly distracted.

Before he could come to his senses, Chu Xuan turned around and hugged him. His breathing was rapid, as if he had encountered something terrible, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Smelling the familiar scent, Ji Bai slowly came back to his senses and raised his hand to push him away.

But Henry Chu held him very tightly, and he was very weak, so the little strength he had was not enough to push him away.

"Let...let me go."

Ji Bai's weak voice was almost inaudible.

"Don't let it go."

He listened to the trembling voice of the person who was hugging him, and the hand that was pushing his shoulder unconsciously tightened a little.