After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

In the blink of an eye, two days later, everyone rushed to catch up with the progress, and finally copied the remaining manuscripts arranged by Xianjun Minqu.

Chu Yitang would come every day in the past two days, bring meals to Lan Yu, accompany him to copy books, and wait until Lan Yu finished copying books before going home together.

Mu Shan also became more and more disbelieving in the relationship between the two. He had observed several times that when Lan Yu looked at Chu Yitang, his eyes were as wet as spring with spring in them, and he looked full of tenderness.

Whenever you look at him, he is smiling all the time.

Ask Yuan Qing, he waved his hand nonchalantly: "He has always been like this to his brother, it's not been a day or two, there is nothing strange about it."

To be honest, if Chu Yitang were not a man, you would not have any doubts if you said that the person sitting next to him was Lan Yu's married wife Mu Shan.

He also found opportunities to talk to Lan Yu. Mu Shan was gentle and beautiful, and there were many people in Tianjing who showed kindness to him. Even if they didn't mean anything to him, they would always greet him with a smile and be polite.

Only Lan Yu, if you don't look for him, he will never look at you twice.

When talking to him, Mu Shan would ask a question, and he would reply concisely, so you wouldn't want to hear a single extra word.

Not to mention physical contact, Lan Yu always respects others at a distance of three feet.

Mu Shan sometimes wanted to get closer to him, but before he could even touch a corner of his robe, Lan Yu had already moved a long way away, including the person and the table.

He was very depressed. Mu Shan knew that Lan Yu had a cold temperament, but he didn't expect that he was so cold. Others could watch from a distance. When it came to Lan Yu, he couldn't even think of watching from a distance.

But only for Chu Yitang, Lan Yu was like cold water turning into spring, no matter how much he resisted people thousands of miles away, he instantly turned into slender fingers.

Several times, Chu Yitang reached out to rub Lan Yu's head. Lan Yu smiled so hard that his eyebrows were crooked, and his hair was messy and he didn't care.

Mu Shan would inevitably be jealous. He had a high vision and ordinary people could not catch his eye. It was not easy for him to find someone he liked so much, but he was not in his eyes.

On the last day of copying, Yuan Qing was the most motivated. He didn't have to sit here all day tomorrow. Yuan Qing wished for it, so he copied quickly.

At half past noon, as usual, Chu Yitang should have brought food, but no one came to the quiet room today, and Lan Yu still didn't see anyone until the afternoon.

Lan Yu was a little confused and sent a message to the servant in the palace. The servant said that lunch had been prepared long ago, but Master Chu did not come.

Did you oversleep?

Lan Yu didn't think much more and decided to wait.

But in the evening, Chu Yitang still didn't come.

Immortal Lord Changhuai noticed something was wrong and asked, "Hey, why don't you see Immortal Lord Lantang coming to deliver food today?"

Lan Yu didn't want to answer. He couldn't sit still. Chu Yitang hadn't come all day, and he was very upset now.

It was the last day, and if he left midway, he would have to trouble others to do the rest of the work for him.

The volume on the last day was also the largest. Everyone was very tired and could not do such irresponsible things.

Before the boss came to send a message, Lan Yu gave the last share to Yuan Qing and told him to use it to pay for the money he owed.

If Yuan Qing found a treasure, one book could pay off his debt, let alone one, he would copy even ten copies.

When Lan Yu came out of the Library Pavilion, he didn't dare to delay for a moment and went straight to Guyu Mountain.

Knowing that nothing would happen to Chu Yitang, Lan Yu still had to rush back. He had to see Chu Yitang with his own eyes to feel at ease.

When he got home, there was no light in Chu Yitang's room. The door was closed and everything was dark. The overwhelming darkness shrouded Lan Yu in it, and it was so empty that it made people feel panicked.

The huge Guwu Mountain now turned into a giant beast dormant in the darkness. It would break out of the cage at any time, tear him apart, gnaw away every inch of his flesh, and drink up every drop of his blood.

Lan Yu's palms were full of sweat, and he called Chu Yitang loudly, with a faint hope of getting some response.

But the only answer to him was his frantic heartbeat, and nothing else.

Trying to calm his mind, Lan Yu reassured himself that there would be no problem. Chu Yitang might have just gone out. Nothing would happen to him. He would not abandon him.

Lan Yu clenched the ring on his knuckles tightly, and he pushed open the partially hidden firewood leaf. He wanted to find Chu Yitang, and he had to find him no matter what.

Ah Tang, please, don’t leave, don’t leave me behind.

Please, don't leave me alone.

Lan Yu stumbled all the way down the mountain. He ran in the endless darkness, tirelessly and without end. Only his stubborn faith supported his last effort.

Ah Tang, I really beg you, don’t leave me.

When he found Lengquan, Lan Yu didn't even dare to look at it. He was afraid that Chu Yitang would not be seen behind the hill.

If there is not even here, what should he do, and where should he go to find Chu Yitang.

The mist of the cold spring was deep and cold. When Lan Yu was about to touch the hillock, he was shaken back several feet by a powerful barrier. Lan Yu held on to his wrist that was numb from the shock. He raised his eyes in shock. What he saw in front of him was The barrier laid by Chu Yitang!

Lan Yu felt as if he was walking in the ice and snow and suddenly saw the ascetic in the bonfire, begging the light not to go out.

He staggered forward and touched the barrier with his finger-tightening hand, his fingertips trembling unnaturally.

The moment he touched the finger, the barrier opened happily, creating a hole for one person to pass through. Lan Yu dived in without hesitation, and found him immediately.

Entering the pool, Lan Yu suddenly froze, his muscles and bones were cold, and he stood there, unable to take another half step forward.

There is no trace of Chu Yitang's soul here.

But there was clearly someone in the pool.

It's the person he thinks about, the person he thinks about day and night.

It's so close, but it hurts to even look at it.

Tears almost burst out of his eyes. Lan Yu waded into the water desperately, even if he was facing a sea of ​​fire and a mountain of knives, he had to cross it. The water in the pool was cold, but not as cold as his heart.

Chu Yitang leaned against the wall of the pool, his skin pale, as pale as white jade carving, silent and lifeless.

Lan Yu didn't even dare to touch him. When he touched Chu Yitang's skin, he understood for the first time in his life what it meant to be biting. It was so cold that he almost collapsed.

He held Chu Yitang in his arms, and his tears were like hot pearls, hitting Chu Yitang's shoulders and neck. His teeth trembled, and he felt Chu Yitang's pulse tremblingly, choking to the point that he could not make a sound.

Fortunately, okay, Lan Yu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He held Chu Yitang's hand hard and tried to use his spiritual power to awaken Chu Yitang's spiritual energy.

But it couldn't be sent in, Chu Yitang's spiritual veins were blocked, and his spiritual power could not forcefully enter his body.

The ignited hope was shattered again. Lan Yu was almost driven crazy by the helpless suffocation. His spiritual power was useless and he could only try to transfer his energy.

Holding Chu Yitang's face, Lan Yu felt heartbroken. Why did it happen suddenly? He was fine yesterday, but his death was something he could not predict or prevent.

He has no power to hinder the fall of God, no one else can.

Now that the mantis is blocking the road, he can only try his best.

With salty tears in his eyes, Lan Yu held Chu Yitang's lips in his mouth, touching his lips and teeth with grief, hoping to transfer his cultivation to him.

As long as you stay alive, everything will turn around.

In Chu Yitang's dream, he was enveloped in tremendous pain. His soul was constantly torn apart and reorganized. His heart was like being bitten by thousands of ants. Severe pain crawled through his body, and his flesh and blood were cut out with one knife.

I don’t know how many days it will take before I wake up this time.

Vaguely, he thought of Lan Yu.

I didn't pick him up today and didn't leave him a message. I don't know if I'll lose my temper.

Wisps of warmth flowed into his heart, seeming to alleviate some of his pain.

Lan Yu saw Chu Yitang's spiritual aura gradually stabilizing, and the cold spring was freezing. He was afraid that Chu Yitang would return to the starting point. After a little stabilization, he carried him ashore.

But he didn't dare to stay too far away. He could only hold him, lean on the shore, hold him in his arms, rest his chin on the top of Chu Yitang's hair, and gently wipe away the water stains on his face, without even a moment. Dare to let go.

The remaining life after the disaster was like a raging tide that completely washed away Lan Yu. He held him, wishing he could rub him into his bones and blood, become his bloodline, and never be separated.

Lan Yu seemed to feel the pain of Chu Yitang. He gently patted Chu Yitang's shoulder and coaxed in a low voice, tenderly:

"Ah Tang, I'm here. Don't be afraid. I'll be with you, okay? I'll be with you."

But no one is more afraid than Lan Yu. At that moment, he really thought that he was going to lose Chu Yitang, but God gave him another chance to live again.

Ah Tang, I'm with you. Don't be afraid. I'm always here.