Shen Shizhen

Under everyone's gaze, Ivan moved.

As his chest rose and fell slowly, Ai Fan's ashamed face began to warm up, everyone held their breath subconsciously, and Ji Chuan held Ai Fan's hand and stood by his side.

When the rise and fall of Ivan's chest gradually increased, his slightly protruding nostrils also began to move with his breathing. This is probably the case when the deceitful corpse is about to see the sun again due to hypoxia.

Ji Chuan clearly felt the warmth of his big hand, and even faintly showed signs of sweating.

Suddenly, Ai Fan opened his mouth and took a sharp breath, and jumped up from the bed, his eyes were widened by him, and it took him a while to let go of the breath.

Ji Chuan also heaved a sigh of relief, and he was worried that Ai Fan would not be able to catch his breath.

Ai Fan breathed heavily as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he was surrounded by dizziness as if he had been in another world. There was a rare light in front of his eyes, and his memory was still that he was leaning on Ji Chuan and wanted to listen to soft words...

"He should be fine like this, right?"

"should be."

"I think... there may be some problems..."

"Why do you ignore people?"

"Can't you hear me?"

"Evan?"

"can you hear me?"

……

Ji Chuan called him several times in a row, but Ai Fan didn't respond at all, just staring at him blankly, Ji Chuan couldn't help frowning: "Isn't my brain broken?"

"If it's broken, do you still want me?" Ai Fan's sluggish expression didn't change, but his mouth responded one step ahead of his brain.

Ji Chuan's remaining worry was instantly dispelled by Ai Fan's words, and he smiled: "What use are you if your brain is broken, and your eyes can't see, I think your ears are not working well now. .”

Ai Fan's ice blue eyes were fixed on Ji Chuan, and his pupils were full of his Chuan Chuan.

Ji Chuan waited for a while and found that Ai Fan was silent again, and was about to say a few more words when he suddenly pushed him into his arms. The strong Ji Chuan couldn't help suspecting that he wanted to push himself into him in the bones.

Ji Chuan paused, and finally patted his lover's broad back indulgently.

Although there are still four living people in the room, three of them are seniors and one is a minor, but for the sake of his narrow escape, let him be stupid for a while.

Probably because Ivan had finally had enough hugs, he let go of the person holding his shoulder and started staring at him again.

To be honest, Ji Chuan has been stared at by these eyes for so long, but when he saw his own reflection in Ai Fan's clear pupils this time, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Ji Chuan felt that his shoulders were definitely marked by Ai Fan, and in a blink of an eye, he had a bold idea.

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Ivan's eyes: "You...can you see it?"

Ai Fan grabbed Ji Chuan's wrist and moved it to his mouth. After a few loud kisses, he nodded excitedly.

Ji Chuan was completely stunned, and was pressed into his arms again by the excited Ai Fan. His eyes were emptied for a while before Ai Fan whispered in his ear, "I can see", "My eyes are fine", "I really I can see it" awakened the broken thoughts.

Ai Fan looked at the three completely unfamiliar people in front of him, and Chuan Chuan, who cooperated with him, all stood at the side of his bed with a serious face and looked down at him, he was in a daze.

Ji Chuan compared a number and asked him, "What is this?"

Ai Fan was instantly helpless: "Three."

Andrew shook his head: "That's not okay, you have to ask something complicated."

Ji Chuan thought for a while, then took out the sheep fat jade hanging around his neck, held it up to Church, and asked him, "Have you seen it?"

Ai Fan just watched helplessly as Chuan Chuan took out the piece of jade from his arms and held it far away from him. He shook his head: "Where did you get the jade lock? Why did you take it to him? He is Church?"

Seeing that Ai Fan's eyes were always focused on Ji Chuan's jade, and his eyes followed Chu Qi all the way, everyone looked at each other.

Ji Chuan asked Andrew: "Is this possible?"

Andrew rubbed his hand under his mirror frame: "Theoretically, it's possible, but I can't do it so accurately."

After hearing this sentence, Ji Chuan took a few deep breaths, as if to relieve his overwhelming emotions, he slowly stuffed Yu back into his arms.

Ai Fan knew what everyone was doubting, he raised his beautiful brows: "I really see..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Chuan hugged his head.

Later, Ai Fan joked with his Chuan Chuan: "I was out of breath in front of me, and I almost escaped from being suffocated to death in your arms."

After everyone finished their self-introductions, Ai Fan naturally asked about his coma situation, and the air suddenly became quiet.

Seeing the situation where no one spoke, Ai Fan had a bad feeling in his heart: "What kind of ceremony did the seniors do?"

Later, it was the mute who took the initiative to take on the important task of explaining, presenting the situation at that time to Ivan's "eyes" one by one.

Ji Chuan seemed to be playing with some exquisite object, and said lightly: "If I understand correctly, it means that I will share an energy source with him in the future - and one of them will die in the end?"

Andrew nodded to him, and at the same time the little man started to flip cards again, but stopped after only a few cards, and he shook his head: "No, I can't see it."

Church clicked his tongue: "This kind of thing..."

However, Ji Chuan thought about it quite openly, and asked without much hesitation: "How?"

Church subconsciously asked: "Really, what if there are only a few years left for you!"

Andrew also looked cautious: "You think about it again, maybe there will be other ways in the future."

"Maybe, if not, it's nothing to think about. My life was saved by him. Let alone a few years, so what if there are only a few days left." He said on his Chuanchuan face. I didn't find the slightest hesitation, not even loss.

"It's a blessing to let me know the way to save him, so what's the price?" Chuan Chuan said.

Probably because Ji Chuan seemed too indifferent on the surface, the four of them stopped refuting anything, and Andrew started the on-site teaching.

"Put the jade in that porcelain bottle." Andrew pointed to the jade in Ji Chuan's hand.

Ji Chuan looked at the jade in his left hand, and then at the porcelain vase in his right hand. He doubted very much whether the mouth of this jar could smoothly lock his longevity into it.

He dubiously removed the soft cloth and cork that sealed the porcelain bottle, and a refreshing woody fragrance emanated from it instantly, which was light and sweet, and Ji Chuan thought it should be perfume.

The mouth of the bottle was smaller than the circle formed by his index finger and thumb, but when he tried to put the jade into it sideways, he found that the jade was really put in by him.

The diameter of the mouth of the bottle is not too much, as if it was fired according to his longevity lock. If it is a coincidence, he really doesn't believe it.

When the suet jade touches the liquid in the bottle, the fragrance in the air changes, just like a newly bloomed rose, from bud to gorgeous bloom.

The mute handed Ji Chuan a copper dagger with a scabbard.

The exquisite glyph on the scabbard surprised Ji Chuan. Although it is only a small dagger, it has a weight beyond his expectation.

"Drip your blood in, finger blood," Andrew said.

Ji Chuan considers himself a good boy who cared about his body since he was a child, but he didn't do such self-harming things in adolescence.

It wasn't until the moment when the dagger touched his fingertips that he realized why he had to equip such a little guy with such a thick scabbard.

Before he even had time to feel the pain, a series of blood drops fell into the porcelain bottle, looking at the mouth of the bottle that was stained red little by little with his own blood, Ji Chuan asked belatedly: " How much do you want?"

Andrew: "Wait for the taste to change again."

Just as Ji Chuan wanted to say that his nose was now filled with the smell of his own blood—he didn’t understand why the smell of blood could be so strong—the smell in the air changed.

Unlike the forbearance or budding in the previous two times, the strong fragrance this time made Ji Chuan even start to lack oxygen in his brain.

It's so fragrant, even in those banquets where the perfumes were mixed and messed up, I have never smelled such an exaggerated smell.

I can't tell what kind of smell it is, and I can't tell whether it is fruity or floral, but it is fragrant anyway, and the fragrance is terrible.

Looking at Ji Chuan who was suddenly in a daze, the little man closest to him grabbed his three injured fingers and moved his hand aside.

It wasn't until here that Ji Chuan came back to his senses, his head swelled up and down, and he was so dizzy that he could hardly stand still.

Andrew took the bottle of incense and placed it on Ivan's bedside, and then did nothing.

Ji Chuan felt that the density of the fragrance in the air seemed to be slowly decreasing, and the fragrance became weaker and weaker, as if it had been inhaled by an unknown source.

When Ji Chuan felt that he could finally catch his breath, he said, "Where did this come from? The fragrance is too exaggerated."

Church was taken aback: "Is it an exaggeration? I think it smells good."

"Huh?" Ji Chuan was a little skeptical about life, "It just made my head dizzy, does it smell good?"

Andrew understood: "I didn't think it was possible at first, but it seems that only you can smell the smell of the second change."

Ji Chuan: "You didn't smell it just now?"

Church shook his head: "After you dripped blood into it, the smell gradually faded, and now I don't smell anything."

Just when Ji Chuan was in doubt, the little man suddenly let go of his hand and said, "The bleeding has stopped."

"???" Ji Chuan was startled, he raised his hand and looked back and forth, "How could it be so fast?"

He didn't expect the dagger to be so sharp when he swiped it at that time. Looking at the speed at which he lost blood, he felt that he had hit him too hard, but how long did it take?Stop streaming?

However, probably because what happened tonight solidly challenged the last bit of materialist worldview left in his heart, Ji Chuan did not delve into it.

Then Ai Fan saw himself lying like a corpse and began to pant.

"Then how are you? Is there any discomfort? Do you feel particularly tired?" Ai Fan's first reaction was to grab his Chuan Chuan and start asking questions.

Church’s smile was similar to what Ai Fan imagined, and he belonged to the type of bad boy: “According to the routine, Ji Chuan should become very weak. In turn, you need to be revived and you need to feel sorry for and take care of him, but Ji Chuan insists on doing something for himself. nothing."

Ji Chuan was as good-looking as he remembered, no, even better than a year ago.

Ji Chuan shrugged: "I really don't feel anything, I feel like I can live another 500 years."

Ai Fan is dying, Ai Fan feels that his heart can't take it anymore, who can tell him why his Chuan Chuan has changed so much before and after!

It's been like listening to a radio drama for the past year, and now he finally sees his true face, which almost kills him.

Who can tell him what he has done to Ji Chuan in the past year, and why his Chuan Chuan can be so sexy now just casually!