My Old Enemy Cried and Begged Me Not to Die.

[Third person text, complete text, next volume will be released in May] When I became famous in the Immortal Sect, he was already a notorious demon-cultivating wizard all over the world. The two of us met at our peak and fought in the Endless Sea for ten days and ten nights. He shattered my inner alchemy and I pierced his spiritual palace. No one took advantage. He was picked up by the protector of the demon world and kept in seclusion for a hundred years. He came out again and became the new demon lord who everyone heard about. Dragging my sick and disabled body, I lived in anonymity in a little-known sect, with only a few years left to live. When we met again at a crowded cultivation event, countless old friends no longer recognized me, but he recognized me at a glance and slapped me in the face without hesitation. With a bang, I was beaten until I vomited three liters of blood and fainted. Opening his eyes, he stood next to me with an ugly face: "Why have you become a waste?!" While I was pulling my windy lungs and coughing till the earth was shattering, I rolled my eyes angrily: "As you wish, I'm going to die." He didn't believe in evil, so he went through all kinds of troubles to find my lost sword, and insisted that I fight him again. I was forced to take it reluctantly, and then heard another clang, and the old sword hit the ground hard. His pupils were shocked, but I was calm and fearless. Yes, I can't even hold the sword steady now. I had already accepted my fate, but he refused to give in. He fed me countless immortal tonics like crazy, sought out countless strange people from other worlds to heal my wounds, and even killed the enemies who had harmed my entire family. I was a little touched: "You are so kind to me, you don't mean you like me." "Fart!" His expression was distorted: "I just want to beat you again openly! Yan Jingyu, you can only die in my hands!" My death was getting closer and closer. He could not sleep at night anxiously, and his hair was falling out in large quantities. I ate well and slept well, visited the Demon Palace every day, summoned demons and teased them, and lazily waited for my death to come. When he was still one year away from his death, I saw him sitting on the roof in a daze, so I stood downstairs and opened his arms: "Hey, carry me up!" He glanced at me, changed his usual fierce and cruel attitude, and without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to call me up. I sat firmly and still called him a pet name he didn't like to hear: "Liao Xiaomei, I'm really going to die. Don't let it go to waste..." Before he finished speaking, this infamous leader of a realm suddenly lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, tears streaming down his face. Me: "..." No. Isn't it enough if I practice hard? I will strive to return to the top before I die and have a good time with you! Hey hey hey, stop crying... Falling bright moon x cruel scorching sun * Shou becomes useless not because he fights with the attacker, but will regain his combat power later on. *There is a love scene first and then a love scene, a bloody plot, and the characters are not perfect. *Discuss the plot rationally, please do not get entangled, see for deletion. Intention: Even if it changes beyond recognition, we must maintain our original intention and be proactive.