I ran away after slacking my apprentice

Wan Yizhuo also smiled, but reluctantly, he wiped the tears from the corners of Li Boqing's eyes, and said: "I hate you too... I have thought more than once, it would be great if you weren't a demon, if you were just My Bo Qing, then we... can be together forever."

Wan Yizhuo hugged Li Boqing into his arms, his nearly transparent body no longer had any warmth, but he still clearly remembered the throbbing feeling when he first embraced that person in his arms many years ago. with warm.

"The mistakes you have made now can no longer be made up for. There are too many people who died under your hands. Those dead souls will not let you go even if they are ghosts. And I..." Wan Yi tilted his face and put his head on the bed. Li Boqing tweeted, and said in a low voice: "I won't let you die alone, I will return...to go together with you."

When he entered this place, Wan Yizhuo had made up his mind. He had met Ning Jiwei before, and knew that Li Boqing had no chance of winning against Shang Ning Jiwei and Murong Yan, so he wanted to see Li Boqing for the last time. I want Li Boqing to see her for the last time.

Time has passed, and there should be no regrets in the past few years.

Wan Yizhuo let go of Li Boqing, his eyes reflected Li Boqing's puzzled but somewhat nostalgic eyes, which were so familiar to him, as if they were engraved in his mind, and he recalled them all the time.

"I'm sorry, Grandmaster Ning." Wan Yi bowed and gave a slight salute to Ning Ji. I made a small move, originally to satisfy my own request.

"I still can't see others attacking Bo Qing, but I know that he has committed a serious crime and there is no escape, so...can you please stop and let me finish him personally, is that okay?"

"...please." Ning Ji retracted Chi Yao slightly, and the guqin shrank slightly, shrunk into a very small beam of light, and returned to Ning Jiwei's heart.

Wan Yizhuo bowed slightly to Ningji again, and then returned to Li Boqing's side.

"Bo Qing." He called him like this, as if he and Li Boqing went back many years ago, when he was unknown at that time, he also had a longing for the future life.

He would think, what kind of person will his Bo Qing be in the future?Will you be with him forever?

But... Even after a hundred years, Bo Qing will still make him yearn for him like the first time he met, right?

Thinking of this, Wan Yizhuo laughed unconsciously. He took out a jade pendant from his bosom. It was the jade pendant he gave to Li Boqing in the past. It was his ancestral jade pendant. Experienced vicissitudes.

"This jade pendant was broken during the battle between you and Elder Pei that day, but I repaired it. Although it is not as flawless as before, it is the only thing I... can give you as a gift." Wan Wan Yi Zhuo sighed, and tied the jade pendant around Li Boqing's neck.

"Actually...you don't need to do this." Li Boqing caressed the jade pendant with trembling fingertips, he smiled softly, tears rolled down uncontrollably, he could hardly see Wan Yizhuo's face clearly, But he still wanted to look at him seriously, and said, "Yi Zhuo, you don't have to accompany me to die..."

Wan Yizhuo gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Li Boqing's eyes, but he couldn't help but see that the tears seemed endless and repeated over and over again like a disconnected thread. He retracted his fingertips and held Li Boqing's face with both hands.

He said softly: "It's okay, I am willing."

"Wan Yizhuo...you are such a fool..." Li Boqing frowned, her voice trembling unreasonably.

But Wan Yizhuo just smiled and didn't answer, but bowed his head reverently and kissed Li Boqing's lips.

At the same time, an extremely hot flame ignited on Wan Yijuo's body, and the flame rose from him and spread to Li Boqing along the joint of the two.

Li Boqing's figure became more and more transparent, and under the burning of the open fire, there was nothing left in the end, dissipating in the sky and the earth.

Where the two were originally, there was only a wisp of light and light cloud smoke floating along the breeze, and then leading to the sky.

【Ding!Congratulations on completing the dungeon, the branch line: The End of Demon Elimination is over, and you get a surprise item: Ten Thousand Pills, this elixir is a key item to deal with the protagonist, please keep it carefully~]

As the system notification sounded, a white pill appeared out of nowhere in Ning Jiwei's palm, and he casually put the pill into his sleeve with just a glance.

Don't say that these are all gone, you fucking look at Murong Yan!People are going to die, how to save them?

【Ding!Intimacy with Murong Yan +300~~~Congratulations, you are a big step closer to redeeming the main task strategy~~~]

Ning Jiwei almost went crazy, he told you to see Murong Yan!How on earth can I save you? Let me know!

The system has turned a blind eye to Ning Jiwei's irritable temper. After reporting a series of values, it finally gave a prompt before Ning Jiwei came up with the idea of ​​smashing the system:

[Murong Yan was injured by a big demon, and the demon poison in his body is prevalent. Although it is not fatal, it is a big hidden danger. First try to warm it up with spiritual power. If it doesn't work, it is recommended to take it back to Xianshuangmen to retreat for a period of time. Force out the demon poison~]

try first?system i *you***

Ning Jiwei was going to die of anger, if he really couldn't see what was going on inside Murong Yan, he wouldn't have asked about this broken system, but in the end the prompt he gave was to try first?

Nima!Try it!Doesn't this really kill people?

Ning Jiwei's temperament has not passed yet, and because of Li Boqing's disappearance, the dungeon no longer has any spiritual power supply, and the scenes in the dungeon began to disintegrate, and eventually all disappeared, returning to Ning Jiwei's first appearance outside the dungeon. Arrived.

It’s just that the original wooden stake is no longer to be found, and the surrounding area is terribly empty and quiet, only the enchantment that Ning Jiwei cast before is still maintained, and four disciples are shrouded in it. The face that was about to die, wept together.

Ning Ji raised his hand slightly to release the barrier.

But after unlocking the barrier...

"Master!" Wu Huang ran over first, but perhaps because she was so hungry that she had no strength, her legs gave way when she ran close to Ning Jiwei, and she tripped directly in front of Ning Jiwei.

Ning Jiwei: ...

Wu Huang wiped the ashes from his face, and continued to cry: "Master! You have been away for seven days, and the disciples are suffering! If you don't eat or drink, you can't even get out of the barrier! Master... "

Wu Huang's feeble cry was in response to what he said, but before Ning Jiwei entered the stake, he had good intentions to cast a barrier to protect these disciples, but he unexpectedly became their shackles.

The disciples' cultivation level is not high, they can't break the barrier, they can't get out, they can't even send a message to the master, and they have been living in this barrier for seven days.

If they hadn't cultivated a little bit, maybe after these seven days, when Ning Jiwei saw them again, there would be only four corpses left.

Still four corpses starved to death.

"Master! Disciples..." Wu Huang cried and cried, but saw Ning Jiwei's serious expression. He glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that his master was holding someone in his arms.

That person was covered in blood, with a look of breathing in but not out, as if he was the elder brother he hadn't seen for a long time.

And his master's body was still stained with the blood of his elder brother.

Wu Huang felt that the sky was about to collapse, and swallowed nervously, "Master, you and senior brother, are you alright?"

Fuck!Which eye of yours sees that I and Murong Yan are all right?

Ning Jiwei's eyes turned cold, and he shouted: "Go away!"

"Master..." Before Wu Huang could finish his sentence, he saw his master took his elder brother and cast a spell and left in the next moment.

And Wu Huang, who was thrown here by the master: ...

The remaining three disciples: ...

Heh, heh heh... Now it's over, they didn't even have to cry, they had to crawl back to the inn by themselves.

Still dragging his body that had been hungry for seven days, all the way...

Even kneeling and crawling...

Go back to the inn...

And Ning Jiwei, who returned to the inn first, looked at Murong Yan's unconscious side face on the bed, had no choice but to follow the system's prompts to warm up Murong Yan with spiritual power for a period of time.

This warming lasted for three full days, and Ning Jiwei himself lost his spiritual power due to poisoning. Although the poison dissipated a lot after Li Boqing's death, the spiritual power consumed for three days was still enough for him. It was a heavy burden, and when he recovered his spiritual power, he was dizzy, as if he had been punched heavily.

Ning Ji leaned slightly on the edge of the bed, and raised his hand to massage his forehead, he really had no strength right now, so he had to take a nap on the edge of the bed.

When he woke up, Murong Yan was still sleeping peacefully, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him, even Ning Jiwei...

Ning sighed slightly.

His sighing movement is really too proficient. In the past, he always sighed first when encountering difficult things at work, and it has almost become a subconscious movement of his in the long run.

But the strange thing is, just now he sighed as the original owner, and the system didn't prompt the character OOC?

It would be fine if he had a character OOC once or twice in the dungeon, after all, the system was in the "unresponsive" mode at that time, and it didn't jump out to warn him about this kind of thing, but it's different now, the system is always online, Didn't even prompt?

Could it be that someone as cold as the original owner would sigh because he was worried about his disciple's injury?It shouldn't be, Ning Jiwei remembers that the original owner never did that...

And worried about...

etc!Worry?Did he just sigh because he was worried about Murong Yan's injury?

Fuck!Is he caring about Murong Yan?

Concerned about this Murong Yan who once went to him?

Fuck!Ning Jiwei, what's the matter with you?Are you out of your mind?How can you worry about him?

But having said that, Murong Yan was injured to save himself anyway, such a serious injury, it's not too much to worry about, right?

Just a moment.

It's just a click, it's not too much... right?

Ning Weiwei was extremely entangled in his heart, but his body was still honest, he raised his hand and gently touched Murong Yan's forehead.

Fortunately, it is no longer hot.

When he was brought back to the inn, Murong Yan's entire face was red from the burn, and coupled with the blood color all over his body, it was really shocking to see.

Fortunately, the fever has subsided now, and the wounds on his body have scabbed over. His appearance is nothing but normal, even his face looks a little fairer because he hasn't seen the sun for many days.

It's just... why, why didn't he wake up?