Next to him, Zhu Xiang looked up at Gu Bai and sighed, "younger martial brother Xinghe, you are a little thin and out of shape."
"Do you have one?" Gu Bai was stunned by her, subconsciously ready to reach out and touch his cheek, but suddenly felt the slight tremor of the palm.
It's light, but it does exist.
He quickly lowered his head to see that Liu Qingjun still closed his eyes, his eyebrows gathered together, his forehead was cold and sweaty, his pale face was faintly red, and he looked very painful.
Shen Jialing looked with his eyes and said thoughtfully, "it seems that Kunpeng's blood essence has played a role."
He asked Gu Bai to lay Liu Qingjun flat on the bed, "now it's up to him."
Gu Bai lowered his head and wiped the sweat from Liu Qingjun's face. He whispered in his ear, "master, you'll wake up, won't you?"
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It was dark, and there was no light.
Liu Qingjun looked around blankly.
Where is this?
Chest suddenly came a sharp pain, as if the meridians are mixed together.
He wanted to use his aura to check, but he was surprised to find that he had no response after practicing the skill.
The pain continued, like a sharp sword, cutting his body from the center.
It's like countless daggers churning in his body one after another. It's not enough to stab him. Over and over again.
Liu Qingjun almost felt that he was going to die.
Death?
Yeah, he suddenly remembered. Didn't he kill Jiejue and others in the field of demon elimination by force, and he also ended up dead?
Liu Qingjun remembers that he finally heard Gu Bai's voice in a trance.
He must have been frightened by the amount of blood he shed at that time. It almost occurred to me that he was red eyed and shouting his name over and over again.
Liu Qingjun's heart twisted together in an instant.
He remembers that frost Chen loved to read the words in the secular world when he was young. He once glanced at them by chance.
The book was written in black and white: "there are trees in the mountains, there are branches in the trees, and you don't know if you are happy."
But at that time, Liu Qingjun never thought that one day, this sentence would come true in him.
In fact, it's better not to say it, which will save Gu Bai's consternation and guilt. He may suddenly think of him in the long life after that, but it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, just remembering.
But that's not what Liu Qingjun wants.
In the end, it's hard to make peace.
The pain on his body did not decrease at all, but Liu Qingjun became a God.
When did you like Shuangchen?
The first time I saw him, the young man was delicate and smart, and his eyes were shining, just like the little sun.
From the initial curiosity, even with a sense of trial, to the final loss of a heart, he lost everything.
But his younger martial brother is the best. He was willing to throw away his armor in front of Shuangchen and be defeated.
Later, his younger martial brother died in front of him. At that moment, Liu Qingjun almost died.
He tries his best to let Shuangchen live again as Xie Xinghe.
If he can survive, he will never let go of Gu Bai.
Even if, even in this life, he has no self in his heart.
Liu Qingjun suddenly clenched his fist and poured out endless strength from the elixir field. It was against the pain in his chest and abdomen, as if the tide was washing the cliff again and again.
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when Gu Bai was still checking Liu Qingjun's situation, he suddenly exclaimed.
"Ah."
Shen Jialing asked, "what's the matter?"
After listening to it several times, Gu Bai replied pleasantly, "I feel that master's breath is picking up, and his pulse is much stronger than before."
Shen Jialing and Zhu Xiang then relaxed.