Transmigrated as The Cannon Fodder Bride of The Villainess

To flee, or not to flee, the question tangled into a messy knot in Luo Jinxiao’s heart, finding no beginning or end.

Father and Mother always said, be a righteous person.

Luo Jinxiao’s face fell as she smacked her thigh in frustration. How could she make this choice? Was she really considering saving a demon?

But Qu Weiyin…didn’t actually seem that bad.

Qu Weiyin’s delicate back was now covered in bloody gashes, while Luo Jinxiao touched her own skin, finding only a few scratches.

Oh, forget it. Luo Jinxiao let out a heavy sigh. She strode forward, grasped Qu Weiyin’s wrist, and pulled the rest of her body from the water onto the shores.

Qu Weiyin let out a soft murmur, her face contorted in pain.

Her wounds were pale and swollen from being submerged in water. Luo Jinxiao scratched her head in concern, then gently lifted Qu Weiyin, making sure her bare back from touching the ground. She quietly recited the water-repelling spell.

Qu Weiyin’s body, unlike her personality, was not at all cold and hard. Carefully holding her like this…she was actually quite soft.

Luo Jinxiao stealthily pinched her hand, as soft as cotton.

Her smooth, slender shoulders and back were covered in wounds, a pitiful sight. Luo Jinxiao sighed and took out her healing balm, carefully applying it to all the exposed wounds.

She then patted herself down, pulling off her outer robe and draping it over Qu Weiyin. Bending down, she carefully hoisted the unconscious woman onto her back.

She had no idea where to go. Anywhere with people was out of the question, and she was sure those cultivators were still scouring the mountains and forests for them. Staying put was not an option.

Qu Weiyin’s head rested on her shoulder, and as Luo Jinxiao walked, her long hair brushed against her arm.

Luo Jinxiao snuck a glance back. She could just make out Qu Weiyin’s long eyelashes and the scarlet mark on her forehead.

Such a beautiful woman, Luo Jinxiao thought. If only she hadn’t become a demon.

From the dead of night to the break of dawn, Luo Jinxiao walked along the river without pause. It wasn’t until the first rays of milky-white sunlight appeared on the horizon that Qu Weiyin finally opened her eyes.

She stared at Luo Jinxiao’s profile for a while before realizing where she was.

Luo Jinxiao, sensing her movement, let out a sigh of relief. “You’re finally awake,” she said.

Qu Weiyin was still dazed. She had assumed Luo Jinxiao would have abandoned her.

After all, who would be foolish enough to save someone who might kill them?

“Those people didn’t catch up.” Luo Jinxiao added, adjusting her grip on Qu Weiyin to prevent her from slipping.

Qu Weiyin stayed silent for a long moment, her throat feeling as if something was stuck there, making it impossible to speak. Giving up on trying, she simply leaned her head back against Luo Jinxiao’s shoulder.

The girl, apart from her attractive face, seemed quite ordinary. Just a random captive, nothing special. Yet, a tiny, unexpected warmth bloomed in Qu Weiyin’s heart.

It felt like a very long time since anyone had shown her kindness.

Luo Jinxiao frowned, looking towards the distance, her pink lips pursed in confusion. “Are we going the right way? It seems like we’re getting more and more remote.”

“Yes,” Qu Weiyin said, patting Luo Jinxiao’s arm, trying to maintain a detached tone. “You can let me go now. I can manage this much.”

Luo Jinxiao nodded and gently lowered Qu Weiyin to the ground.

Once on her feet, Qu Weiyin wrapped her robe tightly around herself, her face flushed with anger. She had never been so dishevelled, her legs weak, her hair disarrayed, her body covered in wounds.

“Why didn’t you run?” she asked without looking at Luo Jinxiao, walking ahead with a blank expression.

Luo Jinxiao hurried to catch up, scratching her head sheepishly. “I thought…you were protecting me. I couldn’t just leave you like that,” she mumbled.

Qu Weiyin scoffed, her phoenix eyes flashing. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

She had indeed instinctively pulled the little waste back a few times when they were being tossed around by the current, but only after learning she was a disciple of the Wuhui Sect. It was a mere whim.

After so many years of wandering the world, she had long since built a wall around herself.

No one could touch her true feelings.

The river roared beside them, its muddy waters churning like swirling grey flowers, crashing against the banks and soaking Luo Jinxiao’s cloth boots.

Qu Weiyin reached out and pulled Luo Jinxiao further into the shallows.

“What’s your name?” Qu Weiyin suddenly asked, breaking the silence. Her voice, amidst the rushing water, sounded less harsh than usual.

“My surname is Luo, Luo Jinxiao,” she replied softly, feeling a bit surprised by the question.

Both of them were exhausted. They were too weak to fly and too tired to walk quickly. After several hours, Luo Jinxiao couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed onto the ground, waving her hands in exhaustion.

Qu Weiyin didn’t say anything. Unlike before, she didn’t force her to continue. Instead, she found a tree and sat down, leaning against its trunk.

Luo Jinxiao sighed in relief, her steps lighter now. She sprawled on the ground, ignoring the dirt, and quickly fell asleep.

Once Qu Weiyin finished circulating her energy, her gaze involuntarily fell upon the sleeping girl. Having removed two layers of robes, Luo Jinxiao was now dressed quite thinly. Her slender neck was tilted at an awkward angle, and she slept soundly, completely unguarded.

Qu Weiyin touched her own arm, hesitating briefly before removing her outer robe and draping it over Luo Jinxiao’s chest.

In her sleep, the young girl smacked her lips. Her pink lips, as smooth and lustrous as polished jade, were parted slightly, revealing the elegant curve of her nose and the feathery shadow of her lashes.

Qu Weiyin watched her for a while, then looked away. Noticing that the ground where Luo Jinxiao lay was uneven, she bent down, her hand trembling slightly as it brushed against the girl’s body.

After a brief pause, she gathered her strength and lifted Luo Jinxiao into her arms.

The girl was thin and frail, but surprisingly light. Picking her up took almost no effort. However, the movement pulled at Qu Weiyin’s wounds, causing a jolt of pain.

Despite all this, Luo Jinxiao didn’t wake. Instead, she simply snuggled closer to Qu Weiyin, letting out a small, contented sound.

Qu Weiyin didn’t dare look down. She found a flat spot and gently laid Luo Jinxiao down.

Time passed slowly. A small black speck appeared on the horizon, gradually growing larger and larger. As it approached, a fierce wind whipped through the air.

Qu Weiyin suddenly felt a sense of relief. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the dust and debris as a massive beast descended from the sky. Its back was several meters wide, its wings stretched towards the heavens, its eyes glowed red, and its roar drowned out the sound of the river.

It saw Qu Weiyin and lowered its head, but upon seeing Luo Jinxiao, it suddenly opened its jaws, revealing rows of sharp teeth dripping with saliva, and let out a deafening roar.

Luo Jinxiao, naturally, woke up with a scream. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing Qu Weiyin’s hand and hiding behind her.

Qu Weiyin instinctively tried to shake her off, but then stopped herself.

“Qiongqi!” she snapped. At the sound of her voice, the beast quieted, lowering its massive head. But its eyes remained fixed on Luo Jinxiao, tongue lolling out as if savoring a delectable treat.

“What is that?” Luo Jinxiao asked, hiding behind Qu Weiyin. This was her first time seeing such a fearsome beast, and she was thoroughly terrified.

“Don’t be afraid. It won’t hurt you,” Qu Weiyin said. She extended her hand, and the Qiongqi lumbered over, placing a tuft of fur from its ear into her palm.

Luo Jinxiao finally relaxed. She looked at the massive, tiger-like beast with a mixture of curiosity and relief. “Now that you have it, can you return to the demon realm?” she asked.

Qu Weiyin’s eyes flickered, and she nodded.

She leaped onto the Qiongqi’s back, looking back at the vast expanse of sky, then extended her hand towards Luo Jinxiao.

“I never forget a debt owed. I’ll take you back to the Wuhui Sect.”

Luo Jinxiao looked up at the woman silhouetted against the rising sun and, without thinking, she reached out, her palm meeting Qu Weiyin’s. A wave of warmth flowed between them. With a firm tug, Qu Weiyin pulled her up. Qiongqi let out a low growl and, with a powerful beat of its wings, soared into the clouds.

Excitement coursed through Luo Jinxiao as they flew. She spread her arms wide, feeling the wind whip through her hair. She turned and met Qu Weiyin’s gaze.

The woman’s figure was graceful and alluring. Her long, pale arms were bare, her shoulders straight, and her waist slender. She was strikingly beautiful and captivatingly alluring.

Luo Jinxiao couldn’t help but giggle, her smile as bright and radiant as the sun, full of youthful charm.

Qu Weiyin suppressed the urge to smile and turned away, saying sternly, “Don’t be so trusting of others in the future.”

“You’re the Demon Lord, and you’re saying that?” Luo Jinxiao muttered, her curiosity about the legendary Demon Lord growing. She wondered what kind of person lay beneath the fearsome reputation.

Unfortunately, she wouldn’t have much more opportunity to find out.

“It’s because I’m too trusting that I’m in this situation,” Qu Weiyin murmured, her words carried away by the wind, barely audible.

“We’re almost there,” Qu Weiyin said, looking down at the mountains below, a hint of longing in her eyes.

“Little waste, I have a question for you,” she said.

“You have good potential, but you’re still young. If you become a powerful cultivator in the future, will you join your fellow disciples in hunting me down, the Demon Lord?”

Luo Jinxiao shook her head without hesitation. “I don’t like suffering or war,” she said with a smile. “If I ever become someone important, someone with influence, I’d only use that power to bring peace to the world.”

Qu Weiyin’s phoenix eyes widened slightly, then she lowered her gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Well then…I’ll be on my way.” Luo Jinxiao asked, retrieving her sword and walking to the edge of the Qiongqi’s back. She looked back at Qu Weiyin, standing alone in the wind, and felt a surprising pang of reluctance.

It’s strange, she thought. Just yesterday, I was terrified she was going to kill me as soon as she was done using me.

Qu Weiyin gave her a small nod.

“Hmm…” Luo Jinxiao touched her messy hair. “Let’s meet again when I’m older.”

“I’m quite busy. I doubt I’ll remember you,” Qu Weiyin said nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow.

Luo Jinxiao pouted and rolled her eyes, then turned and leaped into the air, her slender figure quickly disappearing into the wind against the backdrop of the fiery sunset.

“You better keep your word,” Qu Weiyin murmured long after Luo Jinxiao was gone. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her chilled shoulders.

Qiongqi flapped its wings and turned towards the setting sun, flying away.

The figures of the woman and the beast, silhouetted against the molten gold of the sunset, gradually disappeared into the distance.