The slightly wet wind swept over the corner of his eyes. Zhuxiang stood at the entrance of the cave and looked into the cave: "younger martial brother Xinghe is still in it?"

Shen Jialing rubbed her head and said, "yes."

"It's been a day," Zhu Xiang shook his head reluctantly. "Martial uncle has no sign of waking up. Can't younger martial brother Xinghe come out one day if he doesn't wake up?"

Shen Jialing shook her head: "I think he thinks so."

Zhu Xiang gently shook his head, noncommittal.

It's a sunny day, brilliant and beautiful, just like yesterday when they saw Gu Bai sitting on the ground, holding Liu Qingjun.

The warm light clearly illuminated their figures, and their blood dripped down the corners of their clothes and penetrated into the land.

Zhu Xianggang and Shen Jialing met. They had never seen Liu Qingjun so embarrassed and fragile.

Pale face without blood, slender eyelashes slightly down, pale lips are tightly closed, very quiet, very cold.

It's like sinking into a boundless dream and never waking up.

Zhu Xiang shuddered suddenly.

The delicate young man, with his blood on his back, came to them step by step.

"Save him." Gu Bai grabs Shen Jialing by the corner of her coat, says it quickly, and then faints.

Shen Jialing and Zhu Xiang were a little at a loss, and then they hurriedly found a cave to stay.

After Gu Bai wakes up, Zhu Xiang asks carefully what happened.

The young man, who always had a gentle smile on his face, just looked down at Liu Qingjun, who was in a coma. He said simply: "master is surrounded. This is what I looked like when I went back."

"Go back?" Shen Jialing eyebrows in surprise.

After sipping his lips, Gu Bai finally gently mentioned it, but his smile was a little astringent and sarcastic: "he said that I would only drag him down if I stayed, let me go. I'll run to you. "

Shen Jialing

He gently sighed to Gu Bai, "he just wants to protect you."

"I know." Gu Bai reluctantly lifted his lips, looked at Liu Qingjun fainting with soft eyes, and sighed: "in the end, I was too weak, if, if I had the ability to stand beside him..."

Words do not become a sentence, eyes have begun to red up.

Shen Jialing was silent: "Xie Xinghe, don't blame yourself too much. You must have expected such an outcome for a long time."

"Besides," Shen Jialing sighed in a low voice, "if you hadn't tried your best to protect his heart, my martial uncle would have been..."

Indeed, Gu Bai almost lost his spiritual power in exchange for a ray of vitality from Liu Qingjun.

Since yesterday, Gu Bai has been taking care of Liu Qingjun and never left the cave.

"That won't work." Zhu Xiang murmured to himself.

When you enter the cave, the light is dim, and sometimes a few rays of sunlight come out. The light and dark interweave, and the young man's straight back is very conspicuous.

Zhu Xiang called low: "younger martial brother Xinghe."

The figure moved slightly sideways, which was a response.

Closer, you can see clearly.

Gu Bai lowered his eyes and seemed to be thinner. His small face seemed to be covered with one hand. Clear eyes, such as lingering spring fog, hazy, fundus pan light cyan, obviously did not rest well.

It's like a fresh flower on the branch of a tree, whose petals are suddenly damaged by frost and snow.