Chen Qing Ling Reborn: Protect you from worry for a lifetime
  • "It must be hard to drink so much alcohol on an empty stomach, right? Come on, have some soup first"
  • Wei Wuxian came out of the bath, and the table was full of dishes
  • Seeing him come out, Lan Wangji quickly got up, put the small bowl in his hand into his hand, picked up a cloth towel and wiped his long hair that was still dripping.
  • Wei Wuxian took the bowl, but he didn't have any appetite. He scooped up a spoonful of soup and sent it to the mouth, which was still the taste of the past. He still remembered that after he took his heart and blood to save Nian'er, Lan Wuji also stewed all kinds of soup for himself every day. Sitting on the couch, he fed it to himself mouth by mouth. The soup was still the same soup, but people had already changed. From beginning to end, he was good to himself, is it because of him? That person named Wei Ying?
  • If he still had fantasies before, they are also broken today
  • He can't forget what Lan Wangji said just now
  • - - Xian Xian, come back to Gusu with me, your and Wei Ying's souls are incomplete, he can't hold it anymore...
  • So - he has always been for this remnant soul in himself?
  • Take this remnant soul away? To save the person he put on the tip of his heart?
  • Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but shudder. He put down the bowl in his hand, stood up, and looked down at Lan Wangji, who was still sitting at the table with a cloth towel in his hand
  • "You don't have to act anymore, I'll give you what you want"
  • What does he want?
  • Facing Wei Wuxian's neglect, Lan Wangji felt a pain in his heart. Now that he looked at himself like this, the sweetness in his throat could not be suppressed, and overflowed from the corners of his lips
  • What he wanted, was it not what he had always envied?
  • ...
  • "Don't follow me, I said I would give it to you and I will do it, you can't wait..."
  • Want me to die?
  • Wei Wuxian stopped his mouth, covered his chest and ran away
  • These few days, Lan Wang didn't leave the plane. Wherever he went, he would follow him? Wei Ying couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't wait, right?
  • Wei Wuxian had a headache seeing the dense corpses in front of him. In the past, if he waved his hand casually, these ferocious corpses could turn into powder, but not now. He felt that it was easy to deal with
  • When he was hit in the chest again, the dizziness hit again, so tired... I really want to sleep
  • Shaky he fell into the haunting arms of sandalwood
  • With a sound of "Zheng", Lan Wangji held Wei Wuxian in one hand, sacrificed the Wangji Qin in the other, and fought against the murderous corpse
  • "Ice... Block Face"
  • Wei Wuxian raised his weak hand and stroked Lan Wangji's handsome face
  • Is this a dream? I really don't want to wake up
  • The hand that stroked his face slowly dropped, the big eyes gradually lost their luster, and Lan was in a trance
  • "Xian Xian, don't sleep... don't sleep, I'll take you back... uh"
  • Lan Wangji snorted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Wei Wuxian, who was in his arms, was full of faces
  • As Lan Wangji fell, Wei Wuxian could see the murderous corpse standing behind him
  • "Ah!!!!"
  • White light appeared all over Wei Wuxian's body, and all the murderous corpses disappeared without a trace
  • He fell beside Lan Wangji
  • "Ice cube face, ice cube face, look at me, I am envy... I am your envy"
  • Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian, who was crying in front of him, and a drop of tears slipped from the corner of his eyes
  • I really want to hug him, but he can't
  • I want him not to cry, but there is a big mouthful of blood pouring out of his mouth
  • The blow from the back shattered his heart
  • He just looked at Wei Wuxian like that, unable to say a word
  • "Ice cube face... I won't let you die, do you hear me, get up... get up"
  • Envy that he finally climbed to his side, he hugged himself
  • - - It's so good, it's no regrets to die in his arms
  • You know what? I love you so much. I love you so much.
  • - envy, envy, envy...
  • The light glazed eyes were dim, and finally slowly closed...
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It's no regrets to die in his arms