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"Too dark……"

Even though Can Tian and Xia Wentian were extremely skilled in martial arts and had extraordinary eyesight, they still felt slightly uncomfortable when they broke into this darkness.

Looking at the two figures getting closer and closer from a distance, Lan Yichen blinked his eyelashes, his heart suddenly jumped wildly.

That voice just now...

This time he was sure, it was indeed Can Tian...

The bloodless body rose slightly, and the chaotic consciousness gradually became clear.

It's not the ghost face that came, seeing someone other than the ghost face...

Does it...does it mean that he has a chance to leave here?

"what!"

As soon as his eyes got used to the darkness here, Xia Wentian exclaimed.

Although it was a little far away, he could still see the weak and smiling teenager lying on the bed in front of him.

He hadn't seen the boy for many days, but when he saw him suddenly, he couldn't help exclaiming. Such a boy had an indescribable floating feeling. In this black world, his paleness seemed a little strange, like a person who disappeared in the night. white elves.

Can Tian obviously also saw the young man, he quickened his pace, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the stone bed.

The young man's jet-black hair had lost its former luster, and it fell powerlessly on the pillow, making that beautiful little face look even paler and petite.

On that beautiful little face, there was deep exhaustion and a trace of imperceptibility, and there were heavy black shadows under the blurred eyelids.

There was no blood on his lips, they were colorless pale and slightly dry.

The corners of his lips raised a weak angle, and the soft quilt covered his body, and the boy moved slightly.A subtle 'squeak' sounded in this small space, but the two who focused on observing the boy didn't notice it.

The boy moved his lips with difficulty:

"Can...Can Tian...Xia...you, how could...come here...here..."

He hasn't spoken for a long time, and his body is extremely weak, so his hoarse voice can only highlight the broken language.

Can Tian was almost stunned, he looked at this beautiful boy who looked like a puppet doll, delicate but lifeless.

There is a feeling as if in a dream:

"Che...Che'er?"

Can't believe it!

This is the carefree boy who was held in the palm of the hand by the ghost face some time ago and spoiled wantonly?

He was just in a coma for a few months, not a few years?Why is there such a big change?

Xia Wentian's handsome eyebrows were also drawn tightly.

Fortunately, Lan Yichen only looks weak, and his life is not in danger, but in fact...

Originally, he thought that with the character of the ghost face...

Lan Yichen has long since evaporated from this world... It seems that Lan Yichen has already taken root in Ghost Face's heart...

Lan Yichen felt extremely exhausted just saying those few short words, sweat stains appeared on his forehead, and his slender eyebrows were tightly knit together.

In front of his eyes were countless twinkling little stars, which turned black one after another.

He knew that he couldn't delay any longer, and he had to ask Can Tian and Xia Wentian for help before he could no longer support himself.

"Take me... from... away from..."

Xia Wentian's eyebrows frowned even tighter, almost forming a hill between his eyebrows.

"why?"

Lan Yichen looked up at them, his body was even weaker, he only felt that doing these things was his strength and consciousness, which disappeared at a faster speed.

Grinning his lips bitterly, he also murmured in a somewhat dazed voice:

"why?"

Yes, why did it come to this point today?Is it Ghost Face's fault, or, is it his own fault?

"Why is that?"

Can Tian slowly squatted down, looked straight at the weak boy, stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the boy's soft and smooth face.

It's so cold!

Can Tian felt a wave of anger running in his heart.

Are all descendants of the Xuanyuan family like this?

The deeper the love, the more it hurts, he is like this, and Che'er is even more like this.

Che'er like this reminded him of himself back then.

At that time, Xia Wentian regarded him as a prisoner, but at least, he still had the right to walk around in a courtyard for a period of time, at least, he still had good martial arts, a strong physique and a heartless heart. Heart.

And this boy, what does he have?

Suffering from illnesses, frail body, gentle temperament, and kind and simple character.

Such a person, Xuanyuan Yu, how could he deal with it?

Hearing the deep pity in his voice, a faint light flashed in Lan Yichen's black eyes.

Stretching out his hand hard, covering Can Tian's slender and warm hand:

"Take me away……"

Can Tian completely erupted, and as Lan Yichen covered the back of his hand, the chain made of refined iron made a 'squeak' sound, accompanied by the young man's mournful expression, making his body tense up.

Almost gnashing his teeth, he raised his head and waited fiercely for Xia Wentian, his gaze was like a small animal:

"Good! Good! It really is from the Xuanyuan family! Xia Wentian!"

Xia Wentian was also stunned. He didn't expect that Lan Yichen, who had no strength to restrain a chicken, would use these things...

With Can Tian's bright eyes and angry expression, he felt a 'thump' in his heart, and a bad premonition arose...

If, if he remembers correctly, probably, as if, vaguely, vaguely, maybe... Back then, he used the same method to keep the sky alive...

Faint to death, why does Yu use the same tricks as him...

At least he had considered Can Tian's physical ability to bear it, did he have to work so hard for such a weak Lan Yichen?

However, this is not the point, the point is, hurry up and coax the fried hairy Can Tian.

With his mind spinning, he swallowed his saliva and said cautiously:

"Well, disabled, you... you... what do you want to do?"

Can Tian gently caressed Lan Yichen's cheek, comforting him:

"Don't worry, I will definitely take you out of here."

As for Xia Wentian, he said coldly:

"You say what I want to do. I'm going to take him out of here and let him stay here. One day he will die!"

Xia Wentian touched his nose, indeed...

When Lan Yichen heard Can Tian's promise, his body couldn't help trembling slightly with excitement:

"Thank you... thank you... woo... puff..."

Lan Yichen, who was already at the end of his strength, couldn't hold on any longer when he heard Can Tian's answer. As soon as his throat was sweet, a bloody mist was sprayed out, and after that, he completely relaxed his consciousness and fell into the embrace of darkness. .

Can Tian stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, the scene under the quilt was predictable, but seeing that white and soft body covered with bruises from being abused, he still couldn't control the urge to kill.

Supporting Lan Yichen's waist with his hands, he wanted to make him sit up and feel his pulse, but he didn't want to hold him halfway, the not-so-long chain immediately reached its limit, restricting his movements.

"Damn it!" Can Tian's voice contained a trace of whimpering, cursing fiercely.

He carefully put Lan Yichen, who had already fallen into a coma, back on the bed, and when he touched the boy's heaving and weak chest, he closed his eyes fiercely, and the warm liquid slid down his face, like a drop of crystal dew.

He slowly opened his eyes, and gently covered the boy with a quilt, revealing a white and tender forearm.

The fingertips trembled slightly, and they touched the pulse on that forearm.

As the pavilion master of Yuemian Pavilion, he used to kill countless people and was cold-blooded and ruthless, but looking at this weak young man who was chained up, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Maybe it's because he thought of the helpless self back then, or maybe it's the mediocre life of the past few years that made him sentimental, or maybe it's just because... he feels sorry for this young man.

The finger sank, sinking into the white and pale skin like snow, the disordered pulse could not find a trace of source, the boy's body...

The boy's body... almost, the oil lamp has dried up...

Can Tian's body shook, and he yelled loudly at Xia Wentian:

"Come and take a look, and see how to open this damn thing."

Pulling the hard and cold iron chain on Lan Yichen's arm, Can Tian felt powerless in his heart.

He clearly possesses the same force as the number one assassin Can Jian, and he is obviously a strong person, but at this moment, he will still have a feeling of despair.

The tears in the eyes seemed to have their own life, pouring out one after another...

Almost breaking his white teeth, Can Tian kept cursing the ghost-faced Xuanyuanyu in his heart.

The Xuanyuan family never seemed to love anyone.

But he had a damned crush on Xia Wentian, and Che'er had a damned encounter with a ghost face.

This is absolutely evil fate!

Seeing Lan Yichen fainting, Xia Wentian was also very nervous. He hadn't forgotten that he had already told Xia Houling that Lan Yichen was in Wuhuilou.

Whether it's because of himself or because of Xia Houzhan who went crazy because of Lan Yichen, Xia Houling will definitely take action.

If Lan Yichen really has no cure, the trouble he faces is not just a ghost...