Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

He is now more than 60,000 years old, and his physical fitness is similar to that of a person in his fifties and sixties. He is already half buried in the earth.

"As long as there is no accident, I may be able to die. If there is an accident, I may not survive tomorrow."

Zhao Changshou looked up to the sky and sighed, put his hands on the back of his head and hummed a tuneless song, "One day is a day to live, one day is a day to be happy, one day is a day to be sad..."

Qi Sui couldn't help but laugh and ate the chicken leg cleanly in his mouth.

He imitated the man's laziness and sang a few lines, and his breath turned into a thin white mist in the air.

"Who knows whether we will live or die? It's all fate."

"If you don't believe it, look at Qi Sui. He was obviously dead, but he is alive again. Now I don't know where he is hiding in and gnawing on chicken legs."

Qi Sui smiled, threw the finished chicken bones outside the temple, and said nonchalantly: "Although he is alive now, what if he dies again one day? You can't say, right?"

"You kid!" Zhao Changshou kicked his legs and sat up, and gave him a brain-destroying blow out of anger, "Don't be rude to the God of War!"

Qi Sui took another chicken wing from the side, took it into his mouth, and poured it on the haystack behind him.

The fragrance filled the air between his lips and teeth. Qi Sui looked at the faded golden statue above his head, crossed his legs and shook.

"There are so many people who are rude to him, and I'm not the least of them. Why did you catch me alone? Go and pick them up."

Zhao Changshou was so angry that he took the wooden stick next to him and hit the boy on the leg.

"I can't teach them a lesson, so why can't I teach you a lesson! You little kid who stole Gongguo, I will take you to your parents tomorrow morning when the snow is a little lighter. Say you are fighting outside, let them teach you a lesson."

Qi Sui scoffed, not taking his words seriously.

He concentrated on chewing his chicken wings. When the food on the fire was cooked, Zhao Changshou brought another bowl of white rice and kicked his feet.

"Eat quickly, the food will be cold later."

They ate and drank, and the two made do with each other for the night. Qi Sui yawned and wanted to sleep when he was full.

It was snowing heavily outside, but it was warm inside the temple. While Zhao Changshou was still chattering to him about home affairs, the young man closed his eyes at some point.

He took a look and clicked his tongue.

He added some firewood to the fire to make it more prosperous, covered Qi Sui with a quilt, and curled up next to him and fell asleep.

The snow was falling more and more heavily, and the cold wind was wandering freely on the street. The wooden door to the temple was banging, and wisps of cold air penetrated through the gaps.

Qi Sui opened his eyes inexplicably.

He stood up, pulled off the heavy quilt on his body, and saw the man opposite who had shrunk his body, his brows furrowed, as if he was extremely cold.

The fire in the middle seemed to be extinguishing.

Qi Sui paused slightly, stood up and covered him with the quilt, then picked up the firewood in the corner and stoked the fire.

The wooden door was banged so loudly that it was really noisy.

Qi Sui went over and tried to close the door tightly, but he pushed it several times to no avail. He was so angry that he kicked it again, which made the wooden door sway even more.

"..."

I looked down and saw that it was stuck on a rock outside.

Qi Sui opened the door and tried to move the stone away. The cold wind blew into his clothes, causing a dull pain in the open wounds.

The snow was dazzlingly white, and Qi Sui vaguely heard the sound of stepping on the snow getting closer and closer.

Before he raised his eyes, he saw a dark shadow descending in front of him.

When the wind blows, I can smell a faint scent of ancient sandalwood.

Qi Sui's foot that was about to kick the stone stopped, but he reacted in a moment and kicked the stone to the side of the visitor's shoe with a hissing sound.

The moon was brighter than usual today, and Qi Sui could even see the very thin embroidery thread on the edge of his white shoes.

But the shoes had stepped on snow, and after the snow melted, most of the toes of the shoes were wet.

The young man remained silent, closed the door and did not want to leave, nor did he raise his head.

Until the person came forward and took him into his arms without any explanation. The warmth of their bodies melted the snow on each other's bodies and softened their stiff bones.

It was so cold at night that the cold wind blew into my eyes, and I had no time to blink, and I was caught off guard by the bitterness, sweetness, and sourness.

"Chu Ci..."

At that moment, all the grievances were released.

Qi Sui hugged the other person very tightly.

The sobs echoed in the cold night, and the moon was accidentally smashed, and the heart also fell apart.

"Chu Ci, Chu Ci, Chu Ci..."

"I feel so uncomfortable, I hurt so much. It hurts so much. Chu Ci, why does it hurt so much..."

It's too cold, it's really too cold today, my tears melted into my single clothes and immediately turned into thin ice.

He couldn't even get over his own temperature.

Is it, is it that he came too late——

Chu Ci choked with sobs, and the hands on the young man's shoulders were shaking. He murmured and kept saying: "Suisui, go home, let's go home, okay? Let's go home..."

Qi Sui burst into tears, "Go home, Chu Ci, you take me home, you take me home..."

This day was quieter than any other day.

It was still dark when Zhao Changshou woke up, but the wooden door that kept ringing in the middle of the night was blocked, and the fire was burning brightly.

The man was sleepy, glanced at the quilt on his body, and subconsciously looked across.

The young man who had been staying here well before going to bed suddenly disappeared. Zhao Changshou got up and looked around the temple, but no one was found.

"A Sui! A Sui! Where are you, please say something!"

After calling several times but no one responded, Zhao Changshou became a little anxious, wondering where people could run in this snowy day.

When I looked at the tribute platform, I saw a piece of paper with a few words written on it.

"Uncle, thank you for the hospitality. I'm leaving."

Zhao Changshou clicked his tongue and muttered "little bastard".

A glance.

I was so angry that I was dizzy on the spot!

——All the tribute fruits on the tribute plate are gone!

——The little bastard stole them all!

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After Qi Sui returned to his residence, Chu Ci treated his injuries every day. However, in addition to curing his skin injuries for several days in a row, his physical condition became worse and worse.

In the past, I might only sleep for half a day, but now I only have two or three hours of waking time a day.

In that battle in the God Realm, Qi Sui not only overdrafted himself, but also overdrafted Xueshan.

The mountain range was almost completely broken, and Chu Ci used his own essence as support to barely stabilize the last section of the mountain range.

Trying to resist stubbornly, looking for even the slightest possibility.

The sixth day after returning from the human world.

The whole world was covered with white snow, almost submerged up to the thighs as soon as I stepped out. The lake was frozen, and all the fish and shrimp underwater were dead. The original green of the rows of tall pines and cypresses was no longer visible.

When Chu Ci looked out the window, he couldn't tell whether it was day or night.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the wolfberry and white fungus porridge in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, patted the boy's back, and pushed it.

"Suisui, you've been sleeping all day. Get up and drink something to warm your stomach."

Qi Sui didn't respond, his eyes were still closed.

"Suisui, Suisui."

Chu Ci touched his face and tickled him again, using everything he could, and finally pinched his nose.

Qi Sui couldn't breathe and felt extremely uncomfortable. He slapped him and said, "Chu Ci, you are sick."

After finally opening his eyes, Chu Ci immediately helped him up, raised the spoon and fed him into his mouth.

"Eat as much as you can, it's uncomfortable to be hungry."