Chapter 483

Liu Qingjun can clearly feel that the vitality is disappearing little by little, and even his vision is somewhat blurred.

I've suffered a lot of chilling injuries before, but maybe this time, I'll die.

I think he is also the chief immortal of Xuanji sect. He should die on the battlefield of eliminating demons and in the hands of demons. It's ridiculous.

I'm so tired.

Liu Qingjun is not a sleepy person, but now he feels very sleepy and cold. The black cloud still shrouded overhead, as if it would cast a lightning at any time.

In a trance, he saw frost Chen's small face and called him with a smile: "elder martial brother."

After a while, the expression on that face became naive again. He pulled the corner of his coat and cried, "master, don't go."

When he suddenly fell down, Liu Qingjun seemed to hear the familiar sound of footsteps. He was not as gentle as usual. He was very eager and even staggered.

"Master!"

He heard Gu Bai's confused and hoarse voice.

"Wake up, wake up!" The nasal sound is slightly heavy, and it is already crying.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he had no strength.

"Master, master, if you die I'll, I'll never talk to you again! "

A pair of soft hands covered his bloody hands, and the gentle spiritual power continued to flow up. There is something cold and wet, drop by drop, fell on the back of Liu Qingjun's hand.

It was very cold, but he felt as if he had fallen on the tip of his heart and made a hole.

"Master, don't sleep, you can't sleep..."

He felt that Gu Bai was in a hurry to stop bleeding and give him pills, but his body was still getting cold.

The heartstrings moved, and Liu Qingjun's fingers trembled slightly.

Liu Qingjun's consciousness finally sank into the boundless darkness, before the final Qingming annihilation, he thought, this is probably predestined.

After all, he didn't say that sentence -

Xinghe.

Frost.

Actually, I'm an asshole.

But I like you all the time. From the past to the present.

If it had not been for death, it would not have gone away.

……

……

Gu Bai felt cold from head to toe.

He tried his best to transport aura to heal Liu Qingjun's wound. However, blood came out all the time, wet his clothes and burned Gu Bai's eyes.

The most beautiful young man lay quietly in his arms.

The pulse gradually weakened and was almost impossible to catch. Gu Bai was in a panic.

Can't die, he won't let him die!

Ice blue aura continuously from his palm to Su changjue's body.

He's useless. Gu Bai's heart was filled with endless desolation and sadness, and his mind suddenly came up with the pictures he saw on the sixth floor of Tongtian tower -

the sky was red, the ruins were dilapidated, and the persistent eyebrows of floating life were still in his mind Baique, I will never let you lose your soul

Gu Bai suddenly understood that state of mind.

He is the most beautiful young man in the world. He always holds a long sword and protects himself firmly.

"Xinghe, just follow me."

"Don't be afraid, master is here."

"Blow the whistle, no matter where you are, master will go to save you."

"Star River, Star River..."

, a voice, a sentence, like Wutong autumn rain, falling to the dawn.

Gu Bai touched the silver whistle in front of his chest and squeezed Liu Qingjun's hand. Regardless of himself, he mobilized his aura crazily, and a touch of blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Master."

"Liu Qingjun, do you hear me? I won't let you die."