"Your appearance is quite unique," I said, pointing at the large hole in Fengyi's chest.

He sat by the cave wall, leaning against it, and raised his hand to pinch my face.

"Exactly, it's just like this. It's better than someone almost selling themselves and still counting the money," he said.

I looked at Fengyi and rubbed my face, which he had turned red from pinching.

"You can talk, but why do you have to use your hands?" I said.

"One of my strengths has always been admitting mistakes and changing. It's not like I don't listen," he replied.

Before I could respond, Fengyi closed his eyes.

I reached out and felt his breath.

He grabbed my wrist with his hand.

"I'm not dead yet, stop fooling around," he said.

I struggled in vain as he held my wrist, and we sat in darkness from broad daylight.

For a full twenty days, I wondered if my hand had somehow grown into his palm.

Cuihua squatted beside me, casting healing spells.

But it was like a drop in the bucket.

I don't know where he sustained such serious injuries.

Thinking about spending my life with Fengyi like this, I felt a pang in my heart.

Who dreams of having a living creature hanging on them?

Is that reasonable?

Ten more days passed.

I finally saw Fengyi wake up.

Who knows? I was about to go crazy.

It's really maddening.

I looked at my completely intact hand and felt deeply moved.

Fengyi stretched his body and took a deep breath.

"That Qing Lianzi, did she want to kill you? You didn't even notice the heavy spell formation in the courtyard?"

Both Cuihua, who was hiding behind me, and I shook our heads in rare agreement.

"Idiot," Fengyi cursed.

But sincerity is valuable, so I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been swayed by Qing Lianzi's delicious food."

"However," I paused and tentatively continued, "although your appearance is identical to Fengyi's, you are still different from him."

"I'm not wrong, am I, Qiao Chu?"

Fengyi, or rather, Qiao Chu, smiled, changing his appearance.

"You're not too stupid," he said.

Whether it was when she pinched my face, or when Cuihua's magic had no effect on her, or for some other reason, I could distinguish between Fengyi and Qiao Chu after thousands of years of friendship.

Considering Fengyi's personality, if he could snatch me from the Emperor, he probably wouldn't wait so long.

After all, I'm the kind of person who wouldn't get along well with Fengyi even if he were my friend.

The only result would be the Black Lotus Flower of the war god.

"I wonder why Sister Qiao went through all this trouble? Going to such lengths," I asked.

"Zhulan, what if I told you that I came to find you to save the people of this world?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, I met Qiao Chu's deep eyes.

What a coincidence, another person saving the world.

I was then swept into another world.

A world contained entirely within the pages of a book.