Under his sword, the protagonist Xuan Hong and had weakened, with blood covering his body, emitting a strong smell of rust.

　　He was about to die.

　　I frowned and immediately stepped forward.

　　Daxi Heng's face turned pale, completely different from his arrogant and defiant demeanor during the fight earlier.

　　His eyes turned red and he nervously and incredulously looked at me.

　　He suddenly turned around and asked his subordinates, "Did you see my Master? Or am I dreaming again? Can you see him too? Can't you?!" His voice was shaking and lacked the previous imposing and intimidating air.

　　Daxi Heng stared at the eyes of his subordinates, who were shocked and wary.

　　Only then did he confirm that he wasn't dreaming.

　　He smiled, then pursed his lips as if he was about to cry.

　　His crimson eyes had a hint of scarlet at the corners.

　　"Clang." He threw away his sword, stretched out his arms like a devout madman.

　　"Master, you're alive, this is great!" He tilted his head back and smiled at me.

　　I glanced at him.

　　This smile was all too familiar to me.

　　As a supporting character who was infatuated with the villain, I had carefully taught him and hidden my affection for him.

　　Even if Daxi Heng had some outrageous demands, as long as he smiled like this, I would reluctantly shake my head and comply with all his requests.

　　"You, causing trouble like this will only make you have too many enemies and lead to unnecessary conflicts." Under the moonlight, I gently tapped Daxi Heng's forehead and whispered.

　　At that time, Daxi Heng was half kneeling in front of me, his smile carrying a hint of mischief.

　　"I have a Master, so I'm not afraid."

　　"I sighed and said, 'Indeed, you don't have to be afraid.

　　I will protect you, even if it means...

　　using my own life, I will protect you.'