If you can't die, you count me as loser!

When Chu Pinglan opened his eyes again, he returned to the familiar well—that was his eight-year-old memory.

At that time, he slipped into Jin Mingchi, trying to avoid Yun Shen's torment, but accidentally fell into the well and was trapped for a whole week.

For a whole week, all he saw was the sun and the moon overhead, surviving on the rain and the fallen fruit.

At that time, he was not so world-weary. He finally dug bricks and stones to build the stairs for a week. Jingkou, at that moment, Yun Shen found him——

He smiled casually as usual, but he stretched out his hand and cruelly separated his tense and white fingers on the bricks along the well one by one, watching him fall straight down.

The well was not too deep, but his small body was still numb and buzzing from the fall, followed by a burst of unbearable pain.

Before he supported himself and got up, another creature fell right in front of him——

That is his puppy.

The full-term small animal landed in front of his eyes, and before it uttered a cry of fear, it was already smashed into meat paste.

The vigorous puppy lost its life in an instant, its palm-sized body was smashed into a bloody mess, but its small head still had a little consciousness, and it whimpered like a baby and cried out in pain until it died.

Chu Pinglan's face still had blood spattered by the puppy, but his eyes were fixed on the puppy's lifeless brown eyes without blinking.

It reflected him—the grown man.

That embarrassed reflection reminded him that after repeated temptations, he didn't die, he had already grown up, he had Gu Qinghan, and then lost him.

The dry well filled with water following his thoughts, and the dark water quickly filled the well like a rising tide.

The originally shallow well turned into an invincible abyss, and all I could see were pitch-black waters, no oxygen, only the uncomfortable sound of hydraulic pressure oppressing my hearing.

Chu Pinglan didn't struggle, but let himself sink in the water, let the dark water invade his facial features, and the evil spirit stained his soul, but he was unmoved——

He has lost the meaning of life.

Living is difficult, but seeking death is extremely simple.

Knowing that this is being trapped, knowing that this is Qiongqi competing for sovereignty with him, Chu Pinglan does not make any resistance, allowing himself to be eroded by the breath of death.

There was even a sense of relief.

Drowsy and chaotic in his mind, his consciousness seemed to be gradually withdrawn, and Chu Pinglan vaguely saw that familiar figure again in front of his eyes——

Gu Qinghan stood in front of him holding the Jiuying Sword, blocking his way and also blocking the darkness waiting for him ahead.

Regardless of whether the other party was real or his own illusion, Chu Pinglan let his body react and threw himself into his arms. Before he could use any force, the other party hugged him tightly, his arms that were always as safe as mountains were trembling. Hugging him hurts.

warm.

Chu Pinglan raised his head to kiss him, Xun Mi acted like a little beast being bullied, the latter kissed back vigorously, his eyes were red, as if he had seen everything just now.

There was silence in the darkness, Gu Qinghan held him with great care and strength, as if he was terrified that he would walk down the abyss at the bottom of the well,

That embrace was like the earth, like the air, trying to pull him out of the abyss.

He understood that Gu Qinghan was afraid that he would die.

He cannot die.

He had never been afraid of death before, and there were many times when the sword and whip were falling and he was on the verge of death, but each time, he only felt anticipation, excitement and relief.

But now he can't feel anything, death is still the same, it seems to be able to free him from the endless pain; but it seems that there is something different, if he dies, Gu Qinghan will definitely be more lonely than he is now sad.

He thought of the young man in Gu Qinghan's illusion, and when he thought that the other party would be more lonely and cold than him like that, he felt pain in his heart.

Chu Pinglan vaguely recalled the feeling of not being able to speak in Gu Qinghan's dream, recalling the moment when he saw Gu Qinghan walking towards him, and the scene where the world changed, his consciousness gradually recovered, and he was at odds with Qiongqi in his body taking advantage of the chaos to seize power. The bottom of the well gradually faded and returned to its original dryness.

There was no Gu Qinghan in the well, and he didn't know whether what he saw just now was real or his subconscious illusion, but Chu Pinglan closed his eyes extremely calmly.

Opening it again, the familiar bedroom was already in front of him, and what was in his arms was the jacket that Gu Qinghan had left behind before going to bed, and the woody atmosphere on it calmed his mind down.

Chu Pinglan touched the ring on his finger, the ring was still hot, proving that the person who saved him in the dream just now was not fake, no matter where Gu Qinghan was, why he couldn't come, at least now he has a glimmer of hope, the other party is not real left.

Wan Ge opened the door to collect the untouched dinner, and Niu Niu, who had been pounding the door with her paw, slipped in after her, and coincided with the puppy in the dream that remained in front of her eyes—but he was alive.

Erha sticks out his tongue, eats and breathes out hot air, and arches his head against his hand, as if to prove that Chu Pinglan is not dead.

Chu Pinglan touched his head, and suddenly remembered a sentence he had read before——

"It turns out that this is how courage comes. When you love someone far more than yourself, you become very brave."

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Last Words From: Robert McCammon, "It Was a Wonderful Day"