Lan Wangji lay on the ground covered in blood, under his thin eyelids, his eyeballs kept rolling, as if trying hard to wake up, the Wuji Qin with broken strings fell beside him, and the dust was inserted into the throat of the mysterious ice jade lion that fell beside him
"Envy... wait... wait for me"
He fell into a nightmare of infinite reincarnation against the Buddha. With tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, he waved at him with envy, and his thin lips parted slightly, as if to say: Ice cube face, goodbye...
"Envy!!!"
Lan Wangji opened his eyes abruptly. The pain from all his limbs made it difficult for him to breathe. The picture just now kept popping up in his mind. When the huge feet of the Xuanbing Jade Lion landed on his abdomen, he tried his best to put the dust into its throat
"Bang."
The jade lion fell to the ground, the ground shook, and the dust on the ground was startled, and Lan Wangji, who opposed the Buddha, was like a dilapidated doll, silent...
He struggled to sit up, bite after bite of blood stasis pouring out of his mouth, and his eyes turned black
"Envy is still waiting for me"
He pulled out the dust shelter, took the jade lion's inner core, put it in the Qiankun bag, and walked towards the mass grave step by step. With each step, the pain on his body became more and more blurry, and his eyes became more and more blurry
The three words "Sixianju" are close at hand, but they are so out of reach for him
A white figure came out from the door. He saw his envy in a trance, but he knew that he was not envy, and his envy was still waiting for him to save him
"Forget--"
Xiao Xingchen looked at the person covered in blood in front of him, his pupils suddenly tightened, and he stepped forward to support him
"How are you?"
Lan Wangji trembled his hands and took out the Qiankun bag from his arms
"Save... save... envy... poof"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, but he still held on to keep himself from falling
Xiao Xingchen looked at the blood-stained Qiankun bag in his hand, and felt a burst of pain in his heart. He put the person on his back, and the imperial sword rushed into the mass grave
...
He fainted, but he woke up within a short cup of tea. Xiao Xingchen was guarding the couch to deliver spiritual power to him. On the couch not far away, his envy lay on it...
"No need to waste spiritual power, I'm fine"
Lan Wangji pulled his hand back, there is no need to waste it, but it is not because he is fine, but that the spiritual power is useless if he loses. His body, he knows
He stood up clutching his chest and walked towards Wei Wuxian's couch, but stopped a few steps away from the couch
He's stained, he'll be dirty and envious
Thinking about it, he didn't care that Xingchen was still there. He took off his robe, quickly found a clean robe, put it on, lowered his head, looked at his whole body, and made sure that there was nothing missing, so he walked over and picked up the person on the couch
"Why is his breathing so weak"
The man in his arms was getting paler and paler, and his breath was almost out of reach
"You have been gone for almost three days, and I have been sending him spiritual power, but it has no effect. I can't feed a drop of soup, and I almost..."
Three days?
He actually left him for three days?
And what did Xiao Xingchen mean? Did he almost never see him again?
Lan Wangji pressed down the sweetness in his throat, and looked at the soup warmed with spiritual power on the table beside the couch
"Please give me the soup"
Taking the soup from Xiao Xingchen's hand, he drank the soup into his mouth as usual, and bowed his head to cross into his mouth
This time, Lan Wangji actually saw a slight movement in his throat. Although it still overflowed a lot, it was finally fed in
"Uh... poof."
Seeing that half a small bowl of soup was about to be fed, Lan Wangji couldn't hold it anymore. He covered his mouth and quickly turned his head, and another mouthful of blood spurted out
"Cough, cough, cough..."
"Give me your hand and I'll see your injury"
"No, you need to find a way to absorb the inner alchemy first."
Lan Wangji pushed Xiao Xingchen's hand away again, put down the person in his arms and rushed out
"Cough cough cough... poof"
Xiao Xingchen closed his eyes, shook his head, took out the inner core from the Qiankun bag, dragged it in the palm of his hand, concentrated his spiritual power in the palm of his hand, and slowly pushed the inner core into Wei Wuxian's body
"Are you still going to miss it after all?"
Thinking of the pulse he accidentally encountered when he delivered spiritual power to Lan Xingji just now, Xiao Xingchen shook his head and sighed
