After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

The wind blew, and the hems of their clothes became tangled together.

Yan An was forced to lean against Han Tianshuo's chest, turned her face to the side, and slightly raised her chin to look at his expression.

At such close range, with their eyes meeting, Han Tianshuo was momentarily stunned.

Until Yan An lowered his head.

He then realized what was happening and quickly withdrew his hand from around the person.

But the next second, Han Tianshuo felt his hand being grasped.

The two people's palms were touching.

Han Tianshuo subconsciously tightened his grip on that hand.

Yan An glanced at him, then pulled him forward.

Han Tianshuo instinctively followed along, until they reached the crevice in the cliff.

Yan An looked into the abyss again and thought, "I might as well take a gamble and jump!"

But when you jump, you must jump with Han Tianshuo to take advantage of the male lead's immortality from jumping off a cliff.

Even if that halo fails...

Anyway, in this world, he'll most likely only live to the age of 28, as depicted in the cannon fodder storyline... not many years left.

Han Tianshuo was unaware of Yan An's thoughts. In his view, and that of everyone else, the Hidden Dragon Abyss should be descended slowly rather than jumped directly down, which would be no different from suicide.

"If we can't live together, then we must die together?" A third voice suddenly rang out from behind. "My traitorous disciple is one thing, but why must the Holy Son do this?"

The tall figure in red appeared unexpectedly.

The figure moved in the next instant.

The other party struck Han Tianshuo with a palm, sending him flying backward, about to fall into the Hidden Dragon Abyss.

Yan An, who was holding Han Tianshuo's hand, also fell down.

But then, the woman in red flew over the abyss.

Yan An felt a hand clamp down on his arm. The other person tapped him, and he immediately lost all strength. He couldn't hold Han Tianshuo's hand anymore and could only watch helplessly as Han Tianshuo fell down on his own.

Yan An was taken back to the flat ground.

He gritted his teeth, channeled his inner energy to regain some strength, broke free from Xie Shihong's grasp, and plunged back into the abyss—he should jump now while he could still catch up with Han Tianshuo.

The wide red sleeves tightly covered Yan An's waist, pulling him further away from the crevice.

"How many times have you two met in total?" Xie Shihong was completely baffled. "How could you have fallen so deeply in love?"

Yan An made no further moves.

It's too late to jump now, and I won't be able to benefit from the male lead's "survival halo" after jumping off a cliff.

Yan An really wanted Xie Shihong to let go and not do it again.

However, Xie Shihong clearly misunderstood him deeply, and directly struck Yan An on the back of the neck, causing him to immediately faint.

Xie Shihong scooped up Yan An, who was about to collapse to the ground, and carried him horizontally.

His figure was so imposing that his hands were so large that they seemed to completely cover half of the person in his arms, making Yan An's body, which he held firmly in his arms, appear even more slender.

The white-clad figure appeared in the distance in the blink of an eye, like a ghost.

E Feng stared intently at Yan An in Xie Shihong's arms.

He exuded a palpable aura of resentment.

It's almost like a vengeful ghost.

"You saw it too." Xie Shihong looked at the unconscious person in his arms, but said to E Feng, "The Holy Son truly loved my disciple deeply. If one dies, the other will never live alone..."

At this point, Xie Shihong paused, still smiling, but it was a forced smile, and his grip on Yan An tightened slightly.

Yan An was still unconscious with his eyes closed, but after feeling the pain, his body naturally reacted. He frowned slightly, twitched his legs and feet, trying to break free from his restraints, and unconsciously let out a very faint groan.

Xie Shihong immediately relaxed his strength.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, but simply stared at Yan An.

After a long while, Xie Shihong looked at E Feng and said sarcastically, "It's clear that for the Holy Son, it's better to jump into that abyss with my disciple than to stay in the Hidden Demon Sect and by your side, the sect leader..."

"Jie Shihong," E Feng's face grew even paler, and his eyes became increasingly terrifying, "Let him go."

"Back then, we agreed not to harm the Holy Son, simply because he was still in your hands," Xie Shihong said with a raised eyebrow and a smile. "Now, I've changed my mind. What are you going to do about it?"

Both of them possessed martial arts skills so high that they could be considered gods or demons.

If they really start fighting, they could even destroy cities and mountains, and overturn rivers and seas.

But that would inevitably harm Yan An.

Moreover, if the two of them were to fight and both were to be severely injured, it would only benefit Zhong Lijun.

Silence fell again.

This silence, however, was not abrupt.

It is only natural for people to be drawn to the Holy Son and be obsessed with him.

Xie Shihong said slowly, "It seems that I have no choice but to let the Holy Son forget about my disciple."

"Once you forget about it, you'll never again think about living and dying with the other person."