The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Wang Luan's heart almost rose to his throat, he didn't know how to wake up Qi Chensheng, it seemed that there was a wind blowing in the mirror, and large sycamore leaves fell down, almost blocking his sight.

He could only hear another "Wang Luan" voice, which was poisonous and bewitching: "Then do you want to stay by my side forever?"

"Shen Sheng!" Wang Luan outside the mirror no longer cared about whether it was useful or not, and called out with all his strength: "Shen Sheng, wake up—"

That's not me...

Such shouting affected his wounds, the pain in his chest and lungs was almost suffocating, but Wang Luan refused to stop at all, he swallowed the fishy sweetness surging in his throat, and patted the mirror again and again with his damaged hands .

"Shen Sheng—"

"Don't believe him, don't believe it!"

"Wake up, wake up quickly—"

Because of his actions, those scabbed wounds burst open again, bleeding silently, and Wang Luan's consciousness gradually became blurred due to the blood loss.

He couldn't even see clearly that in the bloody mirror with falling leaves fluttering, Qi Chensheng's expression, which was originally immersed in the bewitchment of the canary, gradually developed cracks.

"It's useless!" At this time, the black-robed man who had been watching coldly, suddenly came to Wang Luan's side again, and dragged him away from the blood mirror, his mouth full of mockery.

"The illusion created by the canary, I think you know better than me."

"This is what he should have endured five years ago, and he can't escape!"

Wang Luan fell to the ground powerlessly, and the strength he had finally accumulated before was exhausted in this struggle.

He wanted to open his eyes wide and look at Qi Chensheng in the mirror, expecting the final miracle.But after all, he couldn't see anything clearly, only the old voice of the man in black echoed in his ears.

"The illusion created by the canary..."

"Illusion..."

The bleeding did not stop, and Wang Luan's consciousness became more and more blurred, but he seemed to have finally found the most important one among the stars in the night sky.

The illusion, what Qi Chensheng is experiencing right now is actually not the illusion created by Canary, but the blood mirror.

But no matter what it is, in the final analysis, what is used is the power of holding the demon.

That being the case, what if there is a stronger demon than that blood mirror, creating a stronger illusion?

At this moment, thousands of luck suddenly appeared in his heart - Qi Chensheng didn't completely cut off the connection between him and Canary at the beginning.

The golden sparrow surrounded the crimson ring on Wang Luan's hand, and jumped out from his blood-stained fingertips. Unfortunately, it was so fragile that it could hardly condense into a stable figure.

The man in black sneered, and a dark force struck and scattered his canaries.

As the canary collapsed, Wang Luan finally couldn't suppress the pain, and fell on the ground as if he was dying, choking out the seemingly endless blood every time he gasped.

But he didn't despair because of the escape of the canary, and he didn't even raise his head to look at the man in black robe. After enduring the initial pain, Wang Luan stretched out his hand tremblingly again, supporting the ground, a little Climb towards the blood mirror bit by bit.

His movements were so slow that the black-robed man lost his patience and looked into the mirror with a sneer.

There was no darkness, no blood, everything was still immersed in the warm autumn sun, Qi Chensheng's hands were still unconsciously hugging the warm body of "Wang Luan" in his arms, but there was no answer for a long time.

"Shen Sheng, let me ask you." The sharp dagger was held in a boneless hand, "Wang Luan" smiled, looking at his easy prey, he asked a fatal question again : "Then do you want to be by my side forever?"

Another gust of westerly wind blew by, and more sycamore leaves rose up one after another. Qi Chensheng's covered eyes could not see any reaction, only his thin lips opened and closed silently, but he was not answering anything.

If Wang Luan could still see it at this moment, he must have recognized that Qi Chensheng only said two words.

"Ninth brother."

It's a pity that Wang Luan outside the mirror can neither see nor hear anything.

He exhausted all his strength, and finally climbed to the blood mirror again. The massive blood loss left only bursts of darkness in front of his eyes. Wang Luan could only lift his hand that was so painful that he was unconscious, and stroked the mirror. .

"It's all just an illusion..."

"What you use is just the eyes of the dying, and I..."

Wang Luan suddenly smiled too. Although his face had been scratched beyond recognition, it was better than the flawless face in the mirror.There was only darkness in front of his eyes, but he still looked at Qi Chensheng in the mirror with empty eyes.

At that moment, Wang Luan seemed to feel that Qi Chensheng, whose eyes were covered in the mirror, also looked at him.

They just looked at each other, even though they never saw each other.

"Shen Sheng..." Wang Luan finally said in a low voice, as if he wanted to keep these two words between his lips and teeth forever.

The shattered light of flowing gold overflowed from his hands again, the man in black didn't care at first, but it was almost only a short moment, the light suddenly lit up, radiantly melting everything in front of him into the golden light .

The black-robed man finally realized something, cursed sharply, and rushed to grab Wang Luan's shoulder, but the moment he touched it, his body turned into a void.

No one ever told Wang Luan what he should do. He just sacrificed his exhausted life to the canary bird by instinct.

The fragile and petite canary in the past fluttered its wings and jumped up in the dazzling light, filled with unprecedented power, as if reborn from the ashes.

Every piece of its feathers was soaked in Wang Luan's blood, and even the light that burst out from its body was smudged with large swaths of blood red.

The man in black wanted to fight back, but the moment she was illuminated by the light, she lost her mind and suddenly didn't know where she was, so she fell to the ground.

But the blood-red bird didn't stop there. It hovered in the air, took away the last phantom of Wang Luan, and then flapped its wings desperately, swooping down with the light wrapped in it, like moths rushing to a flame. slammed into the mirror of the blood mirror--

There was a crisp "crash", like a shattered soul, fine cracks appeared on the blood mirror, and those cracks quickly spread, falling down one after another, revealing empty gaps.

Without hesitation, the blood-colored bird let the jagged mirror cut its wings and rushed into the crack of the blood mirror.

The leaves of the sycamore tree were still falling endlessly, and "Wang Luan" in the illusion had already raised a sharp knife and reached in front of Qi Chensheng.But his body was like a mirror, covered with cracks in the blink of an eye.

The memories of the past finally broke through the shackles of the illusion, and reverberated violently in Qi Chensheng's consciousness. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his young face seemed to be corroded, revealing deep scars and gray remnant eyes.

He pushed "Wang Luan" away from his arms, and suddenly a slender gentleman's stick appeared in his hand, and the fallen leaves of the phoenix tree were scattered among them, but they still couldn't stop it, and the sharp tip of the stick swung towards the illusory figure.

"Wang Luan" as the blood mirror continued to shatter, he looked at Qi Chensheng sadly, as if hoping to impress him in this way.But looking at the exact same face in front of him at this moment, Qi Chensheng only had endless hatred in his heart.

He mercilessly knocked the gentleman's stick to the ground, and in an instant the goshawk spread its huge wings and whizzed out from behind him, setting off a violent hurricane.

The dark wings mixed with the flying sycamore leaves, covering the sky and covering the sun, sweeping the figure in front of me and the broken blood mirror into fragments that were no longer formed, and drifted down freely.

Finally, at the moment of landing, it turned into a pinch of powder——

The hurricane gradually subsided, but those brilliant fallen leaves did not disappear, instead they were retained by a weak force, spreading on the ground again, covering up those tragic bloodstains.

Falling down with the sycamore leaves, there is also the canary bird that has been hovering in the air since the mirror shattered.

It also dragged its long feathers that were shattered gold and dyed red, slowly, slowly dissipated with the light, and re-formed Wang Luan's body, and then fell gracefully into Qi Chensheng's arms.

"Ninth brother!" Qi Chensheng jumped up, taking Wang Luan firmly into his arms a few steps ahead, but found that he became so light, as if he was just hugging a cloud of light and shadow.

When he was trapped in the mirror, he couldn't fully perceive what was happening outside, but the moment he caught Wang Luan, an ominous premonition rose in his heart, causing him to hug Wang Luan with both arms. tighter.

Wang Luan slowly opened his eyes. There was a faint golden light all over his body. Not only did he not see any scars, but he was even as beautiful as when we first met.

"Shen Sheng..." He whispered softly, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"What's going on?" Qi Chensheng finally confirmed the unease in his heart. He found that Wang Luan was still using the canary, and everything he saw in front of him was just an illusion that Wang Luan wanted him to see. Hugging Wang Luan's body, trying to tear away Canary's power: "Ninth Brother, what are you doing?"

"No..." Wang Luan held Qi Chensheng's hand weakly, shook his head in his arms, but couldn't say any more, but still reluctantly called out: "Chen Sheng..."

"Ninth brother, you—" Qi Chensheng became more and more anxious, just about to continue asking, but found that his hand held by Wang Luan seemed to be stained with some liquid.

He opened his eyes wide, lowered his head and looked straight at the hands they held together. Wang Luan's hands were still shining, clean and fair.But his hands were covered with bright red blood.

No, not just his hands, every part of Wang Luan's embrace has been soaked in blood.

At that moment, a bone-piercing panic enveloped him, Qi Chensheng couldn't and didn't dare to imagine, under the illusory light and shadow, what kind of injury the body of the person in his arms would look like!

"Shen Sheng..."

The weak voice sounded again, and Qi Chensheng almost replied in a panic, losing all coherence in his words: "Ninth brother!"

"I, I'll take you away right away, it's okay, it must be okay!"

"We'll be home soon—"