After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

The moonlight outside the window was splashing recklessly, and the young man stood alone in the middle of the room. He turned his head and saw a crescent moon, which was turning from white to red, revealing a little ominous.

Bing Po couldn't help recalling that day.

Ordinary people don't know that there is actually a moon in the devil world, but it's blood red.It never rises, never falls, hangs on the half of the sky, round, like an eye that never closes.

Therefore, the sky in the Demon Realm is always dark, and most of the creatures can't stand the blazing sunlight, but this doesn't mean that they don't yearn for light.

Otherwise, why would the demons plan to attack the world again and again?

In this dim light, a beam of light suddenly shot straight into the sky, and even he, who was hundreds of miles away, could see it clearly.He searched along the direction of spiritual power, only to see a mess and He Lanjue in the mess.

"I can't find him." He Lanjue's voice was hoarse, his glass-like eyes reflected fire, as if he had seen him, but also as if he hadn't seen him at all.

"I can't find him." He repeated again, "For so many years, I have always been afraid of facing his soul, and I don't know how to face him. When I finally mustered all the courage, I... ..."

He Lanjue's eyes were terribly empty, as if his soul had been taken away.

"Master..." He called softly.He has never been good at sweet words, and he also deeply understands that sweet words can't comfort He Lanjue at all.

The souls that cannot be found by spiritualism are no longer in the Three Realms of Penglai.

——He Lan Yanqing is probably out of her wits.

Bing Po has always been very jealous of Zhang Yan.

Before meeting Zhang Yan, he had never seen the Lord laugh from the heart.But the incomparably precious smile to him was so commonplace in Zhang Yan's eyes that it was not worth mentioning.

He got He Lanjue's love so easily, so he never thought of cherishing it.

Jealousy twisted his mind, he even wanted to kill Zhang Yan, until He Lanjue slapped him awake.

Things that are obvious to him, don't He Lanjue know?

He clearly knows how shallow and fragile Zhang Yan's love is, but he is willing to stay by his side, willing to abandon everything in exchange for this little pitiful time.

Loving someone can be both noble and humble.

He is an artifact, born without love.Everyone says that love makes people happy. After being a demon for these years, from He Lanjue's body, he gradually understands that love is like this, so painful.But with such pain, moths still have to jump to the flame.

In exchange for that moment of joy, I would rather bear eternal pain.But his painful 1000 years cannot be exchanged for a year with Zhang Yan.

does it worth?He asked He Lanjue.

worth.Even just for a moment is worth it.Without Yan Qing's life, even if it is long, what's the point?

Surrounded by powerful enemies, his master asked him to rescue Zhang Yan.

When Zhang Yan arrived, the two sides were at war.

He suddenly appeared from mid-air, radiant like a fairy riding on colorful clouds, and everyone was shocked.

However, the cool posture didn't last long, and the next second he fell into the mud.

This way of playing is also too cool.Zhang Yan complained quietly to Bing Po, and stood opposite He Lanjue.

It is said that it is two sides, but He Lanjue is actually alone on this side.The rest of the vast expanse are monsters without entities.The barrier that sealed the gap shattered, and monsters flew out of the gap continuously.

This old tube building has long been razed to the ground, and even the entire surrounding old houses have been turned into rubble.I don't know if the demolition team of Tianzihao did it, or He Lanjue did it.

Above the ruins, the moonlight was like blood, dyeing the sky a scarlet red.It was obviously not a full moon, but the moonlight was so bright that it was frightening. The black mist around them was billowing, making them extremely excited.

It was a collection of thousands of monsters.

Conquer, kill, destroy, destroy!This is their instinctive desire.

In fact, Zhang Yan remembered this place.

The first time he met He Lanjue was downstairs in this building.

It's a pity that the cave where Helan Yanqing first met Qingjue is still there thousands of years ago, they can still have some memories at least, but the place where he and Helanjue first met disappeared from the earth within a year.Man's creations are so unreliable, especially in the Celestial Dynasty.

This is probably also a sign.

It doesn't matter anyway.If He Lanjue is not stopped, the world will be ruined, who cares whether the Tongzilou will be demolished or not.

The black mist surging around him drowned one monk after another, but did not hurt him. It seemed that the Taoist companion contract was real.

Obviously the previous contract has been broken.Zhang Yan guessed that it should be their first time that night He Lanjue continued again.

For monks, signing a contract is like getting married to a mortal, it is a big event.

I knew that he should celebrate that day, after all, there will be no second chance in the future.

He Lanjue was dressed in a night-like black robe, his face had changed, it was no longer Fang Qian's youthful look.

This is his original appearance, just like in his first dream, his eyes were extremely red and then turned dark again.The black hair like a waterfall is now snow white.

He is still so beautiful.

Even though he had seen it countless times in his dreams, he still couldn't help his heart palpitations.

Maybe demons are so alluring.When Helan Yanqing first met Qing Jue, he was also fascinated by this face, so he can't be blamed for not being firm.

"A Jue," he said softly, "Stop being persistent."

What is the point of being so persistent?Yan Qing is also persistent, but it has caused countless tragedies. If he is smarter, does not follow Qing Jue's traces, and cultivates steadily, he should be a big bull in Penglai by now.

Qingyang Gate will not be destroyed overnight.

Qing Jue can be his god with peace of mind, and he is still happy in the nine heavens right now, he will never become a demon emperor, nor will he come to the world, what demonization, what loss of reason, what catastrophe in the world, nothing will happen .

Bing Po is still a divine tool, after so many years, it should have been cultivated long ago.

Wang Xiaomeng, who was implicated, will live well.

Everyone will live well.

Oh, Fang Qian probably will die thoroughly, but he is more sad than death now.

Just because of the word love, so many people have been implicated, what is the meaning of persistence?

"You remembered." He Lanjue stared at him with deep red eyes.The crazy look faded a little.

The Taoist priests in Yingzhou are still fighting against the monsters that cover the sky and the moon, but none of them can get within ten feet of He Lanjue.The center of the storm was exceptionally calm.

"Well, I remembered."

"I wanted to tell you myself."

"It's not important anymore." Zhang Yan shook his head, he wanted to smile, but he couldn't.

He Lanjue was silent, his black robe was dancing, his tall and straight figure stood between the sky and the earth, but he was unspeakably fragile.

"Ah Jue, I don't love you anymore." Hearing his own voice, his whole heart was numb.

Warm liquid filled the eye sockets.He raised his head and blinked, but couldn't stop.

"Did you hear that? I don't love you. Yan Qing doesn't love you anymore, he hates you. You betrayed him and fell into the devil again. What right do you have for me to love you?"

"What the hell contract, let me cancel it quickly." He sighed, "Forget it, it's too troublesome, I'll do it." After speaking, he gathered his spiritual energy, gathered it in the palm of his hand, and slapped his chest with a palm.

I didn't expect that the first time I successfully used a move, it would be on myself, left and right were just a death, and when he was reincarnated, wouldn't he still be a hero 18 years later?

However, this palm failed to last, and He Lanjue stopped him.

His voice was palpitatingly gentle, just like the countless mornings and evenings before: "I will break the contract. I owe you this. I will leave. Don't hurt yourself again."

The brilliance flashed in front of his eyes, He Lanjue's white hair turned into blue silk, and his eyes also turned into the color of glass beads.The porcelain white skin turned into a warm jade white.Zhang Yan held his breath, this was exactly what Qing Jue looked like.There is no trace of magic energy, it is as clean as a white lotus out of water.

This is Yan Qing's favorite appearance, placed in the deepest and deepest place of the soul, every time I think of it, my heart trembles.

The brilliance dimmed, He Lanjue smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and wiped away the tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

"Zhang Yan, I'm sorry." She clearly wanted you to be happy, but gave you pain.

The wailing sound gradually weakened. Zhang Yan looked around and saw that Taoist cultivators who had exhausted their lives and were wrapped in magic energy came back to life one by one.The thick black mist also began to dissipate.On the other hand, He Lanjue became weaker and weaker.

"you are leaving?"

"Yeah." He said, with a faint smile, his figure faded as if he was about to disappear, "There is one last thing." He pressed his pale fingertips against his chest.

Zhang Yan stared at He Lanjue's hand, gritted his teeth, and restrained himself desperately. He wanted to slap that hand away, take back what he had said, kneel down and beg him not to break the contract, but he could only do so standing.

When the contract is broken, their bond is broken, and everything is over.If you want to do it, you must do it thoroughly.

What kind of a man is a procrastinator.

"Goodbye, Zhang Yan." He looked at him with tenderness in his eyes.Even if he doesn't love him, even if he says Yan Qing hates him, he still can't stop loving him.

The magic mist was almost invisible.The moon was sinking slowly, and the night was drawing to a close.

"The devil! Don't go!" shouted angrily, and He Lanjue turned his eyes, only to see a long sword stabbing towards this side.He didn't dodge or avoid Zhang Yan.

not good!He Lanjue was taken aback, he didn't care to use spells to block it, and moved around to change his shape, he just used his body to block the sword...

"Male patient, 23 years old, RH-positive blood type O, open wound on the left middle abdomen, bleeding volume about 1500CC, suspected injury to the kidney. Apathetic consciousness, early traumatic shock..." Under the huge roar of the helicopter propeller, the emergency personnel rushed report on the situation of young people.

Four medical staff rushed up, listening while lifting the stretcher onto the hospital bed, and took the elevator from the top of the building down to the operating room on the twelfth floor.

The bright shadowless lights were turned on, and the medical staff surrounded him.Nurses are well-trained to open the channel for emergency blood transfusion.

The anesthetist administers the anesthesia, the assistant doctor and the chief surgeon cut the clothes, disinfect the wound and spread a drape.

The chief surgeon opened the abdomen for examination, and immediately looked grim: "The hemoperitoneum is about 1000ML, and the total bleeding volume is nearly 2500ML. Most of the blood in the body is gone, and he is still alive?"

"Teacher, let's start." It was none other than Bai Jingze who was helping him with the surgery.

The kidneys were intact, there was no aortic bleeding, and hemostasis was successful. Lao Bai breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances with the chief surgeon, and began to suture. Just after the skin was sewn, the machine suddenly sounded an alarm—Fang Qian had suffered a cardiac arrest.

"Chest compressions! Get ready for an electric shock." The chief surgeon calmly ordered, and the anesthetist added cardiotonic drugs.

The time passed by one minute and one second, and CPR and electric shock were ineffective for up to 10 minutes. The chief surgeon sighed, gave up the operation, walked out of the operating room, and shook his head at Zhang Yan.

Massive blood loss, shock, and cardiac arrest for 10 minutes, there is no hope.