"Of all people to resemble, why must it be her? Even if I rescue you, you won't survive."
The Sword Demon murmured coldly, then leaped down into the deep pit and picked up the nearly lifeless Ye Wuping.
He could feel the blood flowing from Ye Wuping's body, soaking into his clothes, which made him feel as if he had spilt meat soup on himself at dinner.
If someone truly spilled meat soup on his clothes during a meal, letting it intimately contact his skin, clothes, and the soup, he would surely draw his sword without hesitation and slaughter that person, regardless of intent.
He simply couldn't understand why, despite detesting this feeling, he couldn't muster the thought of abandoning Ye Wuping.
At this moment, Ye Wuping seemed to sense his body's abnormality, slowly opened his blood-drenched, vacant eyes, and in a voice as light as a breath, muttered, "Am I going to die?"
