The Correct Posture for Anti-Transmigration [Quick Transmigration]

Opening his mouth, he thought he had made a sound, but after a while he realized that his throat was dry, as if something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even utter a single syllable.

He... he's still alive!He must be alive, right? !

The numb left hand couldn't move, and the right hand was still holding the opponent, so Zang Dan had no choice but to lower his head, put his chin covered in blood and stubble under the opponent's nose, to test his breathing.

Maybe it was too nervous, even the senses all over his body began to be numb, and he couldn't feel breathing at all.But he didn't believe anything, and stubbornly maintained the current movement. After probing for a long time, until he was about to despair, it was like a miracle that he finally felt a faint air current.

still alive! !

he is alive! ! ! !

Immediately, he seemed to come alive. With a hoarse voice, he cried and laughed and said the first sentence after fleeing, "Alive...Alive!!!"

Drops of water dripped down his cheeks, dripping on the person's lifeless cheeks, but he didn't notice it at all, he just gently put one hand in his arms, choked up and said intermittently, "Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the doctor! I'll take you to the doctor!! You won't die...you won't die!!"

Completely ignoring that the wound on his shoulder started to ooze blood again, he rubbed his body against the tree trunk next to him to stand up with strength, and took two staggering steps, only then did he remember to use lightness kung fu.But his internal energy was already exhausted when he just ran for his life, not to mention light work, even moving was strenuous, every step was like walking on the tip of a knife, from the joints to the muscles, the pain was indescribable.

But he didn't seem to feel it at all, walking forward step by step, he couldn't help comforting in a panic, "Don't be afraid...Qi Yan, don't be afraid..."

"We'll be there soon..."

"You will be fine...you will be fine..."

Maybe he was too loud, making it unbearable for people who have already lost consciousness. Just as he kept talking about those useless nonsense, suddenly, a voice that was so weak that it was almost inaudible came from his arms, bringing A little impatiently said, "You...too noisy..."

For a moment, Zang Dan thought he was hearing hallucinations, and his chattering mouth was tightly closed in an instant. He lowered his head cautiously, and saw that the lifeless person who had just paid back had opened his eyes at this moment, and raised his eyes. The ends of his eyes were dyed a light crimson color, no matter how he looked at them, he didn't look like he was dead.

His heart was pounding, his expression was still focused on crying, but at this moment he forcibly broke into a smile, looking ugly and weird.But he didn't care about these problems, he was like a tape recorder, he only knew to repeat the same sentence "You're still alive!! You're still alive!!!"

"you are still alive!!!"

Alive, but dying.

Using some of the strength of the Space-Time Management Bureau to hold his last breath, Wu Hao really couldn't bear to say anything more when he saw that he was so happy.But the heart of this body has been pierced by arrows, there is no cure for medicine and stones, and no way to survive. If you don't say some things, you will never have a chance to say them again.

Hey.

Sighing in his heart, Fifth Hao felt as painful as being pierced by thousands of steel nails every time he took a breath.His skin seemed to have been sucked of all vitality, it was so pale that it was almost transparent, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and said in a weak and feeble voice, "Do you still remember...cough cough...you owe me...cough... A wish?"

Hearing this, I thought the other party wanted to save him by himself. Of course, Zang Dan agreed with 1 people, and nodded vigorously, "Don't worry! Don't be afraid! I will definitely save you!!! I...I will definitely Save you!!!"

"It's not this...cough...cough cough..." Blood gushed down the corner of his mouth, blocking his trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe.When Zang Dan saw it, he was so frightened that he hurriedly raised the arm supporting him, so that he could breathe freely.

After a while, Wu Hao, who finally came to his senses, gasped twice, his face became even paler, and he said in a low voice, "My only wish...cough cough cough... I hope you can, after I die, Take care of the little fox...it...."

When Zang Dan heard the words, his mind was filled with the phrase 'after my death'. After reflecting on what these words meant for a while, he felt a puff of breath rushing from his chest to his forehead, and suddenly flew into a rage, "You are talking nonsense!" What?!!"

He moved faster, staggering forward, walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, while weeping, choked up and threatened sharply, "I tell you, don't think that I will take care of it! If you die , I will kill it! Let it go to Huangquan Road to accompany you!"

His throat was blocked by something, which made his threats intermittent. He was obviously stern, but like a blade wrapped in cotton wool, it was soft and unconvincing.

"I'm serious!! So you must not die...you must hold on...I will take you to the doctor, I will take you to the doctor..."

The eyes gradually turned black, the tear-stained stubble was also blurred in the vision, the blood kept gushing out from the corner of the mouth, Fifth Hao exhausted all his strength, but only with a voice that was so soft that it was almost inaudible, intermittently Said, "I...Chen Qiyan...cough...in this...in this life, I don't regret it...cough cough cough...sincerely...loved someone."

Hearing the words, Zang Dan was afraid that he would stop talking, so he quickly echoed, "Yes, yes, yes! You don't regret it!! You...you hold on...you continue to talk!"

"Only wish..."

The perception of the body gradually disappeared. Fifth Hao knew that he opened his mouth, but he didn't know whether he had said the words behind, so he lost consciousness and fell into the darkness.

"I only wish...the road to Huangquan...no more...the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus."

The raised head fell back limply, and the already cold body lost its warmth, Zang Dan's heart trembled, he didn't pay attention to his feet, and the whole person fell forward.

Subconsciously protecting him in his arms, the shoulder pierced by the arrow felt a sharp pain, and his cheek was cut a few times by the dead branches on the ground.He ignored the blood flowing down his cheeks, shook his lips, and sniffed the opponent's breath with his cold right hand, but this time the miracle did not happen again, even if he kept himself waiting for a longer time, he still did not wait. The breath of expectation.

He retracted his hand in disbelief, fear strangled his heart like a vine, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be imprisoned, cooling all the way from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.He tentatively shook the person who didn't respond anymore, seeing that there was still no response, he was so panicked that he couldn't even complete a sentence.

"Hey! Don't die...don't die!!"

Drops of water and blood dripped down his cheeks onto his filthy clothes. He grabbed the other party's collar uncontrollably, twisted his expression in pain, and hissed, "Didn't you say that your father gave you I named you Qi Yan, do you hope you can live a long life?! You are now...you are going now, are you worthy of your father?!!"

He clenched his fists tightly, and he didn't even care that the collar was about to be torn.

Every word and every sentence was so forceful, as if it was about to be crushed between the lips and teeth, he roared, "Did you forget that your little fox is still waiting for you?!! Did you forget that you said before that you just want to be an idle prince? ?!! You still have so many things to remember to do! How can you die?!!"

"Yes... Do you want revenge? Do you want revenge?!!... As long as you wake up! I can help you achieve it!!"

"Really...I will help you achieve..."

The bone-piercing sense of powerlessness permeated every nerve, obviously it was just a simple arrow wound, and there were countless ways to save him in his own time and space, but now, he could only watch him die!

How can I be so useless? !

Why can't I do anything? !

He lowered his head, the blood on his shoulder soaked his clothes, but he didn't feel it, and with hatred for himself, he couldn't cry.

"Don't die... don't die. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have believed you, I shouldn't have left you alone... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I'll give you whatever you want, please...you wake up...you wake up..."

The sound of mourning, the words weeping blood, the regrets that have been written cannot be reversed after all, and the lives that have passed away will not look back after all.

No matter how painful and sad the living person is, time is always ruthless, not being reversed by people's wishes, but just moving forward in silence.

At the end of the cry, Zang Dan was crying silently, but even so, he couldn't hold back the last bit of warmth.

Can't keep it.

He can't keep anything...

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one year later.

With a crimson wine gourd hanging around his waist, a man wearing a bamboo hat moved forward lightly and swiftly. After about two incense sticks, he seemed to have arrived at the place, and began to slow down gradually. I walked to the foot of a jacaranda in full bloom.

A gust of wind blew, and the light purple petals fell to the ground one after another. Some swirled and landed on the corner of the man's clothes, and some fell on the short grave mound, and the slanted , on a painted oil-paper umbrella that shelters those sleeping peacefully from the wind and rain.

Squatting down, stretching out his hand to caress the crooked wooden sign. Having experienced so much, the more mature and steady Tibetan Dan wiped the writing on it with his sleeve, which was already somewhat blurred by the wind and rain. As if missing something, he sighed deeply, deeply.

Pointing to the sword, he followed the outline that had been engraved, and carefully retrace the simple words "my friend Chen Qiyan's tomb" stroke by stroke.After the last stroke was made, he didn't put it back, but held it in his hand, looked and looked at it in a trance, until he was awakened by a bird song, and then inserted it back to the original place.

Straightened up and looked around, Zang Dan wanted to find out if there were any weeds that needed to be pulled out, or other things that needed to be cleaned up.But I was a little surprised to find that, except for the increasingly blurred handwriting, the surroundings were surprisingly clean, not to mention weeds, and even fallen flowers were less than the surroundings.

Why is this so?