Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

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A crisp cracking sound made the Mojun's eyes tremble in shock.

Lin Lingqing moved his eyes down in a daze, blinked his moist eyelashes, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

He stared at his heart, where cracks had already cracked.It was his current spirit that couldn't bear such a huge emotional impact, and was breaking apart bit by bit.

But for some reason, he just felt dizzy and couldn't even feel the pain in his soul.

"Brother—Brother! Wake up!!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Fang Zhiyuan, who had turned into a vacant state, slapped Lin Lingqing's shoulders vigorously, and said anxiously, "Brother!"

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes tightened, and he gritted his teeth secretly.He regretted that he didn't drag Lin Lingqing's spirit out immediately after he died, which resulted in such consequences.

Sea of ​​Consciousness memory can be ingested in just one thought, by the time he personally releases the soul entity to look for Senior Brother, it is obviously too late.

Lin Lingqing didn't move, and didn't speak, his face was astonishingly pale, as if he had become a puppet without a soul.

"Don't scare my senior brother...you answer me!"

Fang Zhiyuan's voice was trembling, and he held Lin Lingqing's face in both hands, "Look at me, talk, say something... let's go out, okay, brother?"

What responded to him was another crisp crack.

Lin Lingqing's chest was almost split in two obliquely, and the fragments of the spirit and soul dissipated as soon as they were separated from the body, and it was impossible to put them together.

He said to himself in a daze: "Why... I... I don't know... I don't... know..."

Fang Zhiyuan was stunned, "...Lin Lingqing!!"

He felt like he was going crazy, "Don't be like this, brother, listen to me, can you listen to me first!? I beg—"

Pale and cold fingers pressed against his lips.

Fang Zhiyuan's pupils flickered slightly, and his voice stopped.

"Why... you want to..."

Lin Lingqing's face was tear-stained, and her broken spirit clung to Fang Zhiyuan's.He bowed tremblingly, put his forehead on Fang Zhiyuan's shoulder and wept, "I'm not worthy of you..."

"I'm not good... I'm not good to you... But what do you call me like this, what...!"

"..."

Pain flashed in Fang Zhiyuan's eyes, he crossed Lin Lingqing's waist with one arm, pinched Lin Lingqing's wrist with the other hand, and moved the fingers covering his lips away.

He whispered: "...without senior brother, there is no me. As long as I live, I belong to senior brother."

"I don't feel pain, really, I've been used to it since I was a child. If I didn't have my senior brother back then, no one would know if I died of pain and my body would be exposed in the wilderness. I... I have never been afraid of pain, but I was afraid that you would not be around. "

Lin Lingqing shuddered suddenly, pushed Fang Zhiyuan away as if he had been burned, and staggered back two steps: "So in your last life, you really exposed my corpse to the wilderness—"

His pupils kept constricting, and he smiled bitterly with tears in his eyes, "Fang Zhiyuan! When I was young, I saved you, raised you and cherished you. Is it just for..."

"Just... just for you...cough," Lin Lingqing's eyes turned black and then white, he held his chest and gasped, trembling, "This way, ruin..."

Fang Zhiyuan suddenly said in surprise: "Brother! I will stop talking nonsense, don't—"

"...I...cough, I..."

"...so sorry..."

The light in Lin Ling's blue eyes gradually faded away, and he knelt forward like a jade pagoda collapsed.

His last bit of consciousness was seeing Fang Zhiyuan's terrified expression and hearing a cry in his ear.

...He couldn't count the number of times this happened, but he was always bad, and he made Zhiyuan worry about him again.

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In the previous life, the wind was blowing on the vast snowfield.

Fang Zhiyuan was so seriously injured that he was on the verge of death, and as soon as the obsession he held on was loosened, he couldn't wake up after passing out.

The clouds bloom and the moon rises, and the moon shines on frost and snow.In the middle of the night, Lin Lingqing woke up in the deep night, got up from Fang Zhiyuan's arms, and looked around in a daze.

His expression was as pure as that of a four or five-year-old child, obviously he had not recovered his previous memory.

But he had a vague impression of being enchanted. After sitting in the moonlight for a while, Lin Lingqing's eyes turned back to the bloody body lying horizontally in front of him.

He remembered how well he had been treated by the now dying man during the three years he had been unconscious.

Lin Lingqing carefully rubbed against Fang Zhiyuan, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, with a thin moan in his throat.

Don't die, don't die... He doesn't want this person to die.

This night, Lin Lingqing hugged Fang Zhiyuan's cold body in his arms to keep him warm.She grabbed the snow and held it in her mouth, turned it into water, then fed him mouth to mouth, and licked his chapped lips.

However, Fang Zhiyuan only moaned weakly and moved his little finger when he was fed a few sips of water at the very beginning.

There was no response after that.His breath gradually weakened, Lin Lingqing pressed his face against his chest, and the heartbeat there was already intermittent, intermittent.

This man is literally dying.

Lin Lingqing was so stupid that he didn't know what to do.Suddenly, he vaguely remembered what this person did when he was weak.

Lin Lingqing lowered his head suddenly, and began to bite his wrist vigorously with his teeth, like a crazy little fox cub.

He can't use force, and he can't find the location of the blood, and he has lost the killing instinct when he was a monster.Bite violently but uselessly for a long time, biting the wrist so horrible that he got what he wanted.

The gurgling blood.

Lin Lingqing fed his own blood to the dying man.

He bit his rotten meat again, chewed it up in his mouth, and fed it to Fang Zhiyuan along with the blood.

The physical body of a cultivator can be regarded as a kind of treasure.And Lin Lingqing was carefully nursed by Yin Changxin since he was a child. He washed the scriptures and cut the marrow every now and then, and ate the spiritual pills and fruits as snacks. How could such flesh and blood be comparable to ordinary monks.

When Fang Zhiyuan briefly woke up from the coma for the first time, he thought for a moment that he was having a nightmare.

The eyes are full of night and snow, with a crescent moon overhead.

Lin Lingqing held his wrist in his mouth, his fair chin was stained red with blood.Seeing him open his eyes, he narrowed his eyes contentedly and smiled.

Fang Zhiyuan's mind exploded with a "buzz", and he was scared away from his weakness. He turned over and rushed over and shouted hoarsely: "Lin Lingqing! What are you crazy about! Let go—you let me go!"

Lin Lingqing blinked and said "Aww".

Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were still blurred, his limbs were even trembling uncontrollably due to excessive blood loss, but he didn't know where the strength came from to press his brother's teeth, and he said angrily: "Stop! Mouth!! I will work hard to make you learn Stop biting and start biting yourself!! You, you might as well keep biting me—"

Lin Lingqing's eyes were bright, and he smiled happily at him.He opened his mouth, showing off his bloody fangs to Fang Zhiyuan.

——Isn't this very spiritual? It seems to work.

"..." Fang Zhiyuan stared at him for a long while with ashen face, closed his eyes, fell into Lin Lingqing's arms, and passed out again.

Lin Lingqing blinked: "Huh?"

In the end, Fang Zhiyuan didn't know how much blood and flesh Lin Lingqing fed him during his repeated coma.

Anyway, when he breathed out his dying breath and really woke up, Lin Lingqing's right wrist had already exposed the bones.

But the kid was still smiling at him.

Fang Zhiyuan didn't dare to cry if he wanted to, for fear of scaring the child.

His senior brother is back, although he is as wise as a child, even though he is so stupid that he can't even speak clearly.But the flying brilliance between the eyebrows and eyes can still vaguely see some shadows of the frivolous young Xianjun in the past.

That's enough, really enough.

He didn't dare to ask for more.

……

A few days passed, when Fang Zhiyuan was barely able to walk, Lin Lingqing dragged Fang Zhiyuan, and handed him the long chain that once locked him, but was now broken.

Lin Lingqing raised her bright eyes and said inarticulately: "Yes... yes."

He fiddled with the buckle of the chain on himself and Fang Zhiyuan, and kicked the snow on the ground angrily when he couldn't get it off.

Fang Zhiyuan looked at him quietly with a smile, and said in a low voice: "You don't need it, Senior Brother. That one is uncomfortable, especially uncomfortable... I will take your hand from now on."

Lin Lingqing was not happy: "Yes!"

He only has the memory of the past three years, during these three years, the relationship between him and Fang Zhiyuan has always been maintained by this chain.

Although the magic spell on the chain will make him very painful, but he still likes it.

Now that Fang Zhiyuan doesn't tie him up, he feels very uneasy.

Lin Lingqing grabbed Fang Zhiyuan's sleeve and tried to speak: "Just... want it! Zhi, Zhi... Yuan, I... want it!"

Fang Zhiyuan felt distressed and had no choice but to coax him for a long time. Finally, he dragged his wounded body to the nearest small town and put on a chain again, and put it on Lin Lingqing, so that he could settle down.

That day, when he watched Lin Lingqing put on the chain obediently, he felt a subtle... burning impulse in his heart.

Inexplicably, he became in a good mood, and thought to himself: I'm afraid he will follow me for the rest of his life with the appearance of senior brother?

He can hold him like this for the rest of his life, coax him to get up in the morning, dress him and wipe his face, cook and feed him; if the weather is good, take him to bask in the sun, and when it rains and thunders, he will cry and crawl into his arms ;Although it will be troublesome to avoid the pursuit of the fairy world, but even if you are injured, the senior brother will feel distressed...

How good.

There are such good things in the world.

At that time, Fang Zhiyuan didn't know what this emotion meant, which obviously surpassed that of his senior brother.

He was simply delighted, he thought he could spend his whole life with Lin Lingqing like this.

Another few months passed like water.

Since that time, Fang Zhiyuan was reborn from the dead, and attracted a large group of ghosts, and the monks of the immortal way seemed to be chasing and killing them intentionally.

Perhaps someone finally felt that it was a disaster to put a cursed star with a fallen demon.In short, their life began to be difficult.

During this time, Fang Zhiyuan received two letters.

One was from Mu Qingxue, Fairy Mu earnestly begged him to turn around as soon as possible, saying that as long as he was willing to get rid of Lin Lingqing, she would be able to save him in front of the immortals even if she put up with this face.

At that time, Lin Lingqing was having a bad temper because of the boring and tiring days of avoiding the pursuit. Fang Zhiyuan didn't finish reading it, so he handed the letter to him and told him to tear it up for fun.

The second letter was from Xun Mingsi.

Somehow their third junior brother used some method to find out some killing plans of the Xianmen family, and somehow they worked so hard to send the letter to the place where Fang Zhiyuan passed by.

The handwriting of that letter is no longer as beautiful as that written by the luthier in the past, it is hasty and scribbled, but the content is full of tears, please take care of the two brothers.

Xun Mingsi did not mention the situation of Xu Yunzong, Master, and other juniors and juniors in the letter, but "not mentioning" itself is a bad omen.

Fang Zhiyuan read the letter four or five times, and burned it with his own hands in silence.

Following Xun San's instructions, he took Lin Chengqing to hide in a remote mountain.

They stop and go, just in a barren mountain that doesn't even have a name, Lin Lingqing has built a foundation with Yin Qi.

That night, Fang Zhiyuan was awakened by a change in the aura of heaven and earth.Lin Lingqing sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff by herself, with her eyes closed, breathing out slowly.

The weeds around him were being bent over by the blown air, and the long hair trailing behind him kept shaking.That was what Fang Zhiyuan casually tied for him this morning.

Fang Zhiyuan, who walked over, stopped being surprised, and said to himself...as expected of a senior brother.In such an ignorant state, he was able to learn to operate Yin Qi by himself.

He didn't dare to sleep, and knew that he shouldn't interrupt at this time, so he sat beside Lin Lingqing and watched Lin Lingqing overnight.

It's time for the sky to turn white.

Lin Lingqing moved her eyelashes and frowned slowly.

He exhaled silently, and slowly opened his eyes.

The cool and quiet luster rippled in the bottom of the eyes for a moment, like the black jade that was washed out of the mud and drained, it was clean and cool.

Suddenly, as if a faded scroll was dyed back to full color, Lin Lingqing's eyes quickly changed from dazed to solid.He closed his eyes and opened them again, the tails of his slender eyes contained awe-inspiring strength.

Fang Zhiyuan's whole body was stiff, he looked at the man who was three steps away from him in astonishment, and suddenly his legs softened and he knelt down and sat down.

No need to speak, not even a look, this kind of familiar demeanor and temperament, no other person in the world can imitate.That is definitely not something that a foolish and ignorant child can have, but...

Yes……

Lin Lingqing turned his head, his delicate profile fell in the morning light, his skin looked fairer and flawless than before, and his lips were softer and redder.

With this small movement, the headband that tied the hair behind her unraveled.Thick ink-like long hair was all scattered on the snow-white robe, and a few strands even blocked the eyes.

Lin Lingqing frowned, raised his hand and brushed the obstructive long hair behind his ear, and whispered, "...Zhiyuan?"

Fang Zhiyuan fell into a dream.

His Adam's apple moved, as if he was about to cry or laugh, his lips, tongue and teeth were trembling, and his voice was barely audible: "Senior Brother..."

He was afraid of waking up such a rare dream.

At that time, the cool but grand dawn dawn was wrapping them gently.

It seems that in this world of mortals, there are only two people left, this weedy and barren nameless cliff, and him and him.