A gentleman riding a red dust smile

Song Lingshuang opened his eyes, and what he saw was an ordinary tent roof.He looked down, the brass pipe on his chest was no longer there, and his body was covered with a soft brocade quilt.The wound has obviously been treated, and although it still hurts, the feeling of dyspnea has been relieved a lot.

He breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.As expected, his A Jue did what he said and brought him out of the ice tomb!

Someone pushed the door open, Song Lingshuang turned around and saw Ke Yanche.

"Zixuan said you should wake up, he is really amazing." Ke Yanche held a bowl in his hand, "Come on, drink up the medicine." Song Lingshuang was about to speak but was interrupted by him forcefully, "Drink the medicine first!"

Song Lingshuang was helped up by him, gulped down the medicine in the bowl, and asked hastily before she even had time to wipe her mouth, "Where's A Jue?"

Seeing Ke Yanche avoiding her gaze, Song Lingshuang had a bad feeling.Maybe things didn't go as smoothly as he thought.

"What happened to Ajue?"

Ke Yanche didn't know how to answer, his expression was slightly gloomy.

Song Lingshuang tore away the quilt with pain and got out of bed, but his body went limp as soon as his feet touched the ground. Thanks to Ke Yanche's support, he didn't fall to the ground.

"Take me to see A Jue!" Song Lingshuang's tone was already a little anxious.

Ke Yanche pursed his lips, and Ai Zixuan asked him to hide it first, but how could he hide it.He made up his mind and held Song Lingshuang by the arm, "I'll take you there, don't worry, walk slowly."

Song Lingshuang found out that this was Ai Zixuan's small courtyard after leaving the room just now.

Ke Yanche helped him to another room.

When Song Lingshuang entered the door, he immediately saw Changsun Jue lying on the bed.He was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he shook off Ke Yanche's hand and staggered to the bedside.

Changsun Jue was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and his face was bloodless.

Song Lingshuang wanted to touch his hand, but found that it was covered with gauze.So he reached out to touch his forehead again, and the cold pierced into Song Lingshuang's heart through his palm.Song Lingshuang panicked, and subconsciously wanted to check on Sun Jue's breath.

"He's not dead. At least not yet..." said Ai Zixuan who had been taking care of him by the bed, but his expression was not clear at the moment.

Only then did Song Lingshuang notice that Ai Zixuan was there.He stood up with difficulty and grabbed Ai Zixuan's shoulder, his eyes were full of eagerness, "What's wrong with him?"

Ai Zixuan couldn't bear it, but in the end he wanted to say, "Five days ago, he carried you out of the ice tomb when you were dying, and returned here. But his own spiritual power was exhausted, and the cold poison invaded his heart veins... He hasn't woken up since falling into a coma a few days ago."

Song Lingshuang unconsciously increased his strength, "Then save him quickly! Where is Mr. Chang? Mr. Chang has saved him twice, so he must know how to save A Jue!"

Ai Zixuan lowered his head, "After the enchantment of the imperial city disappeared, Master disappeared..."

Song Lingshuang: "Then you come to rescue, haven't you been helping him recuperate all these years?"

Ai Zixuan shook his head, "Don't talk about me, even if the master is here, he may not be able to do anything about it. Last time when his cold poison relapsed, the master warned him that he must not let the cold poison attack his heart again, otherwise the Da Luo Immortal There is no way to bring him back from the gate of hell..."

Song Lingshuang tried hard to understand, "What do you mean? You want to say..."

Ai Zixuan lowered his eyes and said in pain, "I'm afraid he will die..."

Song Lingshuang's mind exploded with a bang, blowing his remaining sanity into ruins.He could only tug desperately at the only straw he could think of.

"Why can't it work? Ai Zixuan, aren't you your master's high apprentice? Didn't you say that you are very powerful? Aren't you his best brother? Why do you say there is no other way? Why don't you save him ?”

Ai Zixuan was aggrieved at first, but now he was provoked by Song Lingshuang and exploded in an instant, "Why didn't I save you? You still have the nerve to ask me? If it wasn't for you, how could he know that he has a cold disease and the only way to keep him warm?" The thing was given to you? If it wasn't because of you, how could he lose all his spiritual power and even have no ability to protect his own heart veins?

"Do you know how he came out of the ice tomb? He is a person without spiritual power, enduring the severe pain of cold poison, cutting through the ice wall with one sword, and carrying you here step by step!

"Do you know what he looked like when he arrived? Those hands holding the sword were dripping with blood, it was horrible! A good person is like a lamp that is about to go out when the wind blows, with only the last breath left!

"Song Lingshuang, how did you promise me back then? You said you would protect him, is that how you protect him?"

A few days ago, the man who was always well-dressed and meticulous, with crooked crown and slanted hair, appeared in front of another person behind his back in embarrassment, as if he had just walked out of hell.

Thinking of this, Ai Zixuan's heart felt like a knife was twisted.

Song Lingshuang was stunned, he was still weak, Ai Zixuan's words were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, smashing his heart to pieces.He didn't stand still for a moment, and he was about to fall.

Ke Yanche quickly came up to help him, "Zixuan, he himself has just come back from the gate of hell, what are you doing with him! Huai Jing finally rescued him, you are going to scold him back again Have you seen Lord Yan? You don’t know what kind of person Huaijing is? What he does is all his own will.”

Ai Zixuan was at a loss for words for a while, but he felt resentful and couldn't let go, so he could only shake his sleeves and leave.

Ke Yanche helped Song Lingshuang to sit down on the bed, "Don't get too excited. When you came back, your heart and lungs were seriously injured. Even brother Zixuan didn't know how he managed to protect your heart. Thanks to him being there You have a tube in your lung so you don't choke on your own blood. He really doesn't want you to die, so you must be fine."

Then he sighed softly, "You stay with Huaijin well, I'll go to see Zixuan, he's not feeling well." After finishing speaking, he went out silently.

Song Lingshuang sat for a long time, and when he finally dared to look at Changsun Jue again, he was still stung by his paleness.

He couldn't help touching Chang Sun Jue's face, and his fingertips ran along his cheeks to touch the lips without a trace of blood.He couldn't help but leaned over, the coldness on his lips pierced his heart.Obviously a few days ago, the tent was warmed up with red candles, it used to be so hot.

Sadness, grievances, self-blame, and guilt all flooded into his mind and overwhelmed him.

Song Lingshuang suddenly had a fishy throat, and before he could turn his head, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood sprayed on Changsun Jue's pale face. These two ominous colors shocked Song Lingshuang.He wiped it hastily, but the more he wiped, the dirtier it became, and blood was everywhere.Looking at the blood-stained eldest Sun Jue, he suddenly collapsed, roaring and crying loudly.

The last time he cried like this was the night he lost all his loved ones.Why did God treat him like this?He was given such perfect relatives, but they took them away one by one.Now even the last one is not spared...

He was dissatisfied, unwilling, and unwilling, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only cry bitterly in front of the one he loved.

Song Lingshuang simply gave up wiping the blood off Changsun Jue's face, and instead wiped the blood from his hands onto Changsun Jue's lips, as if this would make him less pale and more angry.

He held him in his arms, trying to feel the faint heartbeat.He buried his head in his neck, trying to smell the cool body fragrance.

"I don't even dare to die, how dare you? You promised me a lifetime, that is, a lifetime, you can't count your words! Sleep when you are tired, but you have to wake me up. Changsun Jue, do you hear that?"

In the room, some people were sleeping peacefully, some were weeping uncontrollably.

Ai Zixuan and Ke Yanche were silent when they heard the crying in the room outside the door.

After a while, Ke Yanche patted Ai Zixuan's shoulder, "You have tried your best."

Ai Zixuan's eyes suddenly became sore, and he finally managed not to choke up.

He said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow, take him back to Luhuadang..."

Going back to your hometown is always better than dying in a foreign land.

Song Lingshuang fell asleep crying, but he woke up as soon as the light of day dawned.When he woke up, he saw Changsun Jue's face covered with dried blood, and he was stunned for a long time.

Then he got out of bed silently, although he took a rest step by step, he insisted on fetching a basin of clean water.He carefully wiped Chang Sun Jue's face clean with a handkerchief, went to change a basin of water, and wiped all the parts of Chang Sun Jue's body that were not wrapped in gauze.

After wiping, he was a little tired, held Chang Sun Jue's tightly wrapped hand, stuffed it into his arms, sat quietly by the bed, staring at the sleeping person intently, as if he would open his eyes the next moment.

When Ai Zixuan came in, what he saw was this scene.He couldn't bear it, but he still walked over.

Song Lingshuang saw Ai Zixuan coming, and knew that he was going to take the pulse of Changsun Jue, so he took out his hand from his bosom and let it go to the side, so obediently that he was completely different from yesterday.

Ai Zixuan pressed Changsun Jue's wrist with two fingers, and suddenly his expression changed.

"What's the matter?" Song Lingshuang, who noticed this subtle change, felt tense and asked quickly.

"What did you do to him yesterday?"

Ai Zixuan's serious expression and urgent tone made Song Lingshuang panic all of a sudden.

He replied uncertainly, "I, didn't I do anything?" The anxiety in his eyes was obvious, "What happened to him? Has the situation deteriorated again?"

Only then did Ai Zixuan realize that the other party had misunderstood, and quickly shook his head, "On the contrary. Although the change is very subtle, I'm sure that his breath is stronger than yesterday. Think carefully, what did you do to him?"

Ai Zixuan's words ignited a glimmer of hope in Song Lingshuang's empty heart, but at the same time, he really didn't know where to think of it.He tried to recall every detail of last night.

For a moment, he raised his head and looked at Ai Zixuan suspiciously, "I kissed him..."

Ai Zixuan: "..."

Seeing that Ai Zixuan didn't speak, Song Lingshuang asked tentatively, "How about... let me kiss you again?"

Ai Zixuan has a black line on his face, brother, can you be more rational.I don't really think that your kiss can cure cold poison...

"Think about it again."

"Nothing else, I sprayed blood all over his face after that..." Song Lingshuang's pupils tightened suddenly, "I sprayed blood all over his face!"

Ai Zixuan also felt that he had found the key, "You sprayed him all over the face, did you spray it into his mouth?"

Song Lingshuang nodded quickly, even if he didn't spray it into his mouth, he wiped it into his mouth!

At this moment, he was blessed to recall that he and Changsun Jue had been trapped in the winged tiger's lair many years ago, and Changsun Jue was also cold.At that time, he fed him the elixir with his own blood, and Changsun Jue woke up.

He always thought it was the effects of those pills, but now that he thought about it, Changsun Jue had clearly said that those pills couldn't heal his injuries.It must be his blood, only his blood!If not, he has nothing...

He grabbed Ai Zixuan's shoulder, "It's my blood! It must be my blood!"

Ai Zixuan broke free from Song Lingshuang's claws, and suddenly rushed out the door like a gust of wind, and rushed back like a gust of wind after a while.He stood in front of Song Lingshuang, holding a small dish in his hand.

"Song Lingshuang," he said seriously, "I want your blood."

Without saying a word, Song Lingshuang walked to the sword stand, picked up Jun Xiao, and when the sword was sheathed, there was a bloody hole on the palm of his left hand.

He dripped blood into the dish in Ai Zixuan's hand, "As much as you want."

The small dish was half full soon, Ai Zixuan said, "It's fine."

Song Lingshuang was worried, "Is it really enough?"

"That's enough for now." Ai Zixuan walked to Changsun Jue's bed, helped him up, and then fed him half of the blood in the dish.

Before leaving, he said to Song Lingshuang, "You guard him."

Ai Zixuan found Ke Yanche and told him, "From now on, you go and take Huai Jing's pulse every half an hour, and then tell me the changes."

Seeing his eagerness, Ke Yanche thought something was wrong, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Ai Zixuan looked at him with bright eyes, "Huaijing may be saved!"

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Zixuan was also heartbroken for this pair...