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24?

The Feng family and the Bu family have never had birthdays. Under the influence of their elders, Feng Yi, who has never lacked love since childhood, does not feel that birthdays are something that must be celebrated.As for the birthday of the lunar calendar or the solar calendar, he never cared more.

The date of birth on his ID card is February 24th, and he always remembered that he wanted to find his destined person before February [-]th when he was [-] years old, so he never thought that this date might not be counted like this .

Cheng Qi looked at Feng Yizhen's bloody face, which was similar to the yellow sand before his death, and asked with a dark face, "What does it mean to be 24 years old?"

Kang Zhuang kept his mouth shut and Feng Yi really felt that his brain was groggy and he couldn't speak. It took him a long time to wake up a little bit, and said, "It's okay, let's talk to them."

Cheng Qi pulled Feng Yizhen's hand on his pulse almost rudely, "Spiritual power riots like this? This is killing you! Why did your spiritual power get out of control for no reason?"

He gritted his teeth and looked at Nie Fengning, "Did your master's poison mutate?"

Nie Fengning also tried Feng Yizhen's pulse and said, "Impossible, even if it is a poison mutation, it is impossible to produce this effect."

"Then what's going on!"

Nie Fengning said, "The important thing now is how to solve it, and we can explore what's going on later!"

Cheng Qi stopped talking.

Because he doesn't know how to solve it.

The spiritual violence originated from oneself, and no one else could control it except for suppressing it by oneself.

Feng Yizhen said, "It's okay, I can do it myself, you don't have to worry. I want... to be alone for a while, can you go out for a while?"

Kang Zhuang said, "Feng Yi..."

"Kang Zhuang." Feng Yizhen interrupted him softly, "Leave me alone for a while, my mind is not clear right now, I need to be quiet and think about something."

Think about it, how to explain the funeral.

He has already felt the surging boiling in his body, this feeling is too clear, it has made him understand many things.

He is not long to live.

No one here can save him.

The curse really came.

Nie Feng Ning said, "Should I take the medicine first?"

Feng Yizhen shook his head, "I'll talk about it later, please, let me be alone for a while...you go out first."

He used the word begging.

Kang Zhuang stood up and said, "Then we are outside the door, if something feels uncomfortable, call us immediately."

Feng Yizhen didn't speak. He sat down on a stool made of mahogany with his head down. The sunlight falling from the three-meter-high window of yellow sand filled almost the entire room, but barely stayed at his feet.

Kang Zhuang was the first to turn his head and leave the house, and Nie Fengning was the last to close the door for Feng Yizhen.

Cheng Qizhui asked for the third time in Kangzhuang, "What's the situation? What 24? Feng Yi is really like this and doesn't want to solve it and let him be alone? Is it funny?"

Kang Zhuang said, "This is their family's curse." He waved his hand, signaling Cheng Qi to stay away from the door before speaking.

Cheng Qi followed him to the pavilion, "Curse? What curse?"

Kang Zhuang said, "Feng Yizhen said that the Feng family has been haunted by curses for generations, if they can't find their destined person before the age of 24, they will bleed to death from seven orifices."

"Release the dog P!" Cheng Qi swears, "I've never heard of such a curse in the Feng family!"

Kang Zhuang lowered his eyes and said, "Even if you live for tens of millions of years, you don't always know everything."

"Then why? Well, now assuming that Feng Yi really fell under this curse, then the person he was destined for has not been found yet? It's still outside, can we bring him in now?"

Kang Zhuang remained silent.

Cheng Qi looked at Kang Zhuang excitedly, "What about now? Can we just watch Feng Yi really die?"

"No." Cheng Qi suddenly thought of something, "Impossible, Feng Yizhen can't die now, he obviously..."

He didn't finish all the words, but just said while circling, "There must be other ways, Feng Yi really can't die now, there must be other ways to save him."

He stopped suddenly and turned to look at Kang Zhuang, "Is it possible that you are his destined person?"

Kang Zhuang said, "Feng Yi really said no."

Cheng Qi said, "Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

Kang Zhuang said, "Why are you so sure it must be me?"

Cheng Qi paused, and then said after a while, "I just said casually, you have a very good relationship."

Kang Zhuang remained silent.

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Feng Yizhen sat in the room.

Huangsha's room is so big that the sunlight can't fill the whole room even through the three-meter-high windows.

In one of the few dark corners, Feng Yizhen was sitting right in the middle. His lower back was straight, but his upper back was slightly bent, as if he couldn't bear the weight of his head. Something was pulling him to the ground.

Feng Yizhen thought about it with his dull brain, oh, it was death.

24 years old, the year of birth.

People say that there must be a calamity in the year of life, whether it is a major calamity or a minor calamity, but I didn't expect it to be a death calamity.

He didn't need to look inside, but he could feel the violent spiritual power in his body. They were raging and galloping in every corner of his body, leaving only trauma and pain all over his body.

God knows how much effort Feng Yi really had to hold back himself from shouting.

He is a man, after all, he still has a good face.There is a man and two monsters outside, they are all friends, so we can't make them laugh.

Feng Yi is really an upright man.

What is this pain?

What is death.

But still... a bit reluctant.

More and more blood flowed out of his body, not only his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, every pore on his body seemed to be seeping blood.Blood trickled down his skin to the ground, staining the dark brown floor a bright red.

Is he the funniest person to die in the world?What Bu Lingxiu said is correct, people are inherently mortal, or they die because they have no partner.

If he had known that he should work harder, maybe if he could break the destiny, he would be able to solve the inexplicable curse of their family.

But he has no chance now.

He can't even speak now, he wants to turn on the phone and record a recording, so that Kang Zhuang can send the recording to his family in the future, but he doesn't even have the energy to raise his hand.

I hope that bastard Feng Qiyan can have a gifted child with his sister-in-law in the future.

No... The two of them have a bad relationship.

Then how about I, the spirit in the sky, bless their relationship to become better?

Feng Yizhen was amused by himself, but before he could laugh, the blood in his throat rushed up, Feng Yizhen fell from the stool to the ground, knocked his left knee on the ground, and supported the floor desperately with his right hand.

Can't fall.

I, Feng Yizhen, look like my mother. I was handsome and handsome since I was a child. Even if I die, I can't be so embarrassed.

But he was still too embarrassed, the blood from his throat poured into his mouth, and then he spat it all onto the floor.

Feng Yi really thought, I'm really going to end the game.

The sound of Feng Yizhen falling to the ground startled the three people outside.

Cheng Qi and Nie Fengning walked up quickly, and Nie Fengning patted the doorway, "Feng Yizhen, are you okay?"

After a long time, until Nie Fengning wanted to break in, he heard a very soft voice from inside.

"pretty good."

Breathless.

Nie Fengning raised his hand for a long time, but still didn't push it away. He sighed and left the door.

Cheng Qi stood for a while, and then took two steps back, "It's really not possible, let's take Feng Yizhen out, maybe his actual age is calculated according to the time outside, not the time experienced by the body, we..."

Before he finished speaking, Kang Zhuang, who had been standing still, suddenly strode towards the door, and pushed it open forcefully.

The door was pushed open with a "bang" and hit the other doors behind, making a loud noise.

Inside the door, Feng Yizhen did not know when he moved to the wall, and the dragging blood completely exposed his staggering trajectory.He was covered in blood, barely recognizable as a human being.

Cheng Qi's eyes widened, "Feng Yi, you fucking..."

This looks scarier than Huang Sha, who was beaten and seriously injured just now.

Feng Yizhen opened his mouth slightly, looked at Kang Zhuang at the door, and uttered an unconscious word, "Kang..."

He actually wanted to ask, Kang Zhuang, what are you doing?

But the sticky blood blocked his throat, his weak beating heart could not provide the strength to speak, and the violent spiritual power in his body could hardly be suppressed.

He opened his blood-red eyes, watching Kang Zhuang walking towards him amidst the bright red.

Kang Zhuang walked over so fast, Feng Yizhen couldn't react in time, Kang Zhuang was already in front of him.

He knelt down and clasped the back of Feng Yizhen's head with his left hand. With just such a light touch, his hands were already covered in blood.

Kang Zhuang's right leg was kneeling in the blood, his right hand supported the weight of his body, and with a slight force on his left hand, Feng Yi really felt that he couldn't help but fell forward.

Warm lips caught him.

The soft breath, like soft and warm clouds, slid over every inch of Feng Yizhen's lips. At that moment, all senses failed, and the buzzing brain went blank for a moment. place, Zai Crazy/Crazy gave Feng Yizhen his feelings.

This kiss smells like rust.

The blood flowed from the corner of Feng Yizhen's lips to Kang Zhuang's. The round drop of blood ran across Kang Zhuang's white skin, slid over his slightly rolling Adam's apple, stayed on the collarbone for a moment, and then fell into the endless abyss.

This kiss was very light, nothing but the simplest touch of lips.

This kiss lasted a long time, so long that Feng Yizhen could feel that his rioting spiritual power was calming down little by little, the surging blood energy gradually calmed down, and every part of his body gradually gained strength.

Kang Zhuang finally let go of his hand, he wanted to move back a little bit, but Feng Yizhen suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his arm.

Kang Zhuang meal.

The distance between the two is too short at the moment, so short that Feng Yizhen can touch the tip of Kang Zhuang's nose with just a slight movement.

The rapid breathing of the two was entangled/entangled, Feng Yizhen raised his hand that finally gained some strength, and touched the corner of Kang Zhuang's lips.

Kang Zhuang's lips were covered with Feng Yizhen's blood.

He wanted to wipe it off for Kang Zhuang. The red blood was smeared on Kang Zhuang's white skin, no matter how you looked at it, it was an eyesore.But there was more blood on his hands, and when he started, half of Kang Zhuang's face turned red in the end.

Feng Yizhen said hoarsely, "Sorry."

Kang Zhuang didn't speak, just looked at Feng Yizhen like this, then raised his hand, and gently wiped the blood covering Feng Yizhen's eyebrows and eyes with his thumb.

The blood was swept away, leaving behind a patch of light red, reflecting Feng Yizhen's handsome face.

"Feng Yizhen." Kang Zhuang's voice was very low, like a whisper, "You haven't fulfilled your promise to me, you can't die."

Feng Yi really tried his best to pull out a bright smile, "Okay."

He fell forward, the tip of his nose brushed against Kang Zhuang's cheek, and his head landed on Kang Zhuang's shoulder.

Kang Zhuang raised his arms to hug him, his heart almost stopped beating, "Feng Yizhen!?"

Cheng Qi stepped forward quickly, pulled Feng Yizhen's hanging arm, and put his finger on his pulse.

"The pulse condition is stable and the breath is peaceful, and there is no riot in the spiritual power, huh? The poison has been cured?" Cheng Qi's eyes widened, "Is Feng Yi all right?"

Nie Fengning also came over, took Feng Yizhen's arm from Cheng Qi's hand, felt for his pulse, and said firmly, "Yes, he's fine, he's just weak and passed out."

Kang Zhuang felt that the breath he raised was gone in an instant, and he even felt that he had no strength, and now he just wanted to hold Feng Yizhen like this and stay still for a while.

That's it, stay for a while.

Just live.