Master Shizun wants to force marriage?

But Yan Tong stared straight at the corner of the clothes leaking from the side of the couch as if he didn't feel it.

It was clearly in June, but Yan Tong felt that his breath was covered with ice balls, and his heart hurt badly.

Everyone saw him, but no one spoke first, just watched him approaching in silence.

It was Gu She who stood up first, looked at Yan Tong for a moment, with reddish eyes, slowly bowed his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "My lord."

Yan Tong didn't look at him, but walked straight over.

Gu She lowered her head and stepped aside.

Yan Tong walked to the couch.

Lying on the couch was a seven or eight-year-old child with a pale face, a small body, and his hands were hanging limply on the side of the bed. It seemed that he had made no sound, and only the faint rise and fall of his chest could prove that this person was still alive.

This is the red general.

A fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and Yan Tong sat on the edge of the couch, staring at Chi Jiang fixedly, suppressing the discomfort in his throat, he tried to lift the corner of his mouth, imagining that he would softly call Chi Jiang in the past.

Let him not be so naughty.

Let him stop bringing back useless things all the time.

Let him not hate...

Chi would jump on his heels and talk back to him, but would eventually say yes.

"Chi Jiang," Yan Tong reached out and touched Chi Jiang's cheek, only to realize that his voice was hoarse and ugly: "Chi Jiang, don't sleep...Brother Tong is back."

But Chi Jiang didn't wake up, his breathing was very weak, as if he had lost his perception of the outside world.

I don't know if it's because of Chi Jiang's hard work, but at this moment Yan Tong actually has a feeling that his heart is beating slower and slower, becoming more and more stiff and cold.

He felt that he was usually too strict with this little thing that was always bouncing around, and now he didn't want to talk to him.

Thinking of this, Yan Tong smiled softly, lowered his voice, and Ji Niang made her voice sound softer: "Chi Jiang, wake up..."

Chi will still not respond.

Yan Tong panicked, he sat down on the couch, picked Chi Jiang up into his arms, and patted him on the face while calling his name: "Chi Jiang, wake up...Brother Tong is back... ..."

no response.

Gu She watched anxiously from the side. After being a monster for thousands of years, it was inevitable that his eyes would turn red. He looked at the young lord, and couldn't help but softly said: "My lord, the Chi General's spiritual breath has dissipated...you, what do you want to do?" Take care, he won't be happy if he sees you like this."

Yan Tong created illusions, controlled and confused countless people, but at this moment he felt as if someone had controlled him in a nightmare.

General Chi has been with him for more than 100 years, how could he leave so easily?

He didn't seem to hear Gu She's words, he just hugged Chi Jiang's small body with a pained expression on his face.

"My lord... No, General Chi will not die... You save him..." The faint hoarse voice sounded again, Yan Tong followed the voice and looked at the person who was pulling at the corner of his clothes A slender white hand with a clear bone ring, and then followed that hand to look at the white-clothed and silver-haired man.

That life is very beautiful, but his eyes are swollen from crying, and he looks pitiful. Under the charming skin, he adds a bit of sadness.

Yan Tong subconsciously tightened his grip on Chi Jiang, looked at the man and said, "Who are you?"

The man was still holding on to the hem of his clothes, and was about to cry again, every word he said was choked into three paragraphs: "My lord, I am... I am the fox of the red general, I, My name is Bai Li."

Red general's fox.

Yan Tong remembered that General Chi liked this fox very much, and would hug him wherever he went.

But he can't control this poor fox now.

His red general is still awake.

But the skin under the fingers gradually lost its temperature, and the weakly rising and falling chest was completely silent.

Bai Li's extremely low sobs also stopped suddenly.

The room was dead silent.

Ji Heng watched this scene from a distance, secretly clenched his fists, his eyes were flushed.

Yan Tong didn't speak for a while.

For a moment, as if he had come to his senses suddenly, he looked at Gu She with scorching eyes and murmured, "Blood in my heart...Bleed in my heart...Gu She, hurry up, my blood in my heart can save him! Save him quickly!"

But Gu She just lowered her head when she heard the words, and looked at these two people who looked like masters and servants and close friends, and said in a hoarse voice: "My lord...it's useless, the spiritual breath has dissipated, and the red general has... There is no way to recover."

Hearing this, Yan Tong's eyes became more and more bloodshot, and veins popped out of his forehead. His eyes turned around aimlessly in the hall, and finally settled on Ji Heng, and subconsciously called out: "Mr. Respect..."

It is the unconscious call for help from someone you trust when you are helpless.

Ji Heng tightly clenched his hands, paused and walked over.

He tried to awaken Chi Jiang's spiritual consciousness with the Changfeng sect's secret technique.

But it was useless at all, any spirit flow would be ejected before entering Chi Jiang's body.

Chi Jiang's spiritual breath has been broken, and he is now a dead thing, unable to accept Ji Heng's healing at all.

Yan Tong saw all this in his eyes, and tightened his grip on Chi Jiang.

Ji Heng saw him like this, then looked at Chi Jiang's lifeless face, opened his mouth, but just lowered his head, and said softly, "I'm sorry..."

He didn't even know who he was saying sorry for.

Maybe it was the Red General, after all, the life and death of the Red General had nothing to do with him.

Maybe it was Yan Tong, when he was so desperate, he couldn't do anything.

No matter who you say it to, the result is the same pale and feeble.

Yan Tong hugged the red general, gritted his teeth, the blood on his face faded, and he looked no better than the red general in his arms.

It seemed that even the dead things in the hall were restraining their voices, and the silence was terrifying.

What broke the suffocating silence was a small painful sob.

No one noticed when Bai Li jumped at Ji Heng's feet.

But everyone heard what he said clearly.

When Ji Heng suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes, he staggered unintentionally, and stared blankly at the weeping Bai Li.

Bai Li looked at him sadly, and every word he said was crying blood: "Xianzun, I know that General Chi will not be rescued, but...but can you help me keep his soul?

Immortal Venerable, please help me keep his soul, if it is too late, he will never come back again! "

Ji Heng has always been deserted, and has never dealt with such a situation. He was a little flustered for a while, but he still bent down and squatted down, looking at the crying bastard Bai Li.

He really couldn't say that he couldn't keep the soul of the red general.

The red general is a sword spirit, who gathers spirits to be born, and the spirits disperse and die.

Once you lose the spiritual breath you rely on, you will be powerless.

Bai Li tightly grasped the corner of Ji Heng's clothes, praying to catch the last bit of hope from him.

But the unbearable look in Ji Heng's eyes and the long silence made that heart-wrenching answer unspoken.

Bai Li stopped sobbing in pain, and slowly let go of Ji Heng's hand, his whole body was like a puppet that had suddenly lost its grip, completely lost in spirit.

Everyone looked at this unknown little fox who was carried back from some wild place by the red general.

Bai Li seemed to have lost the strength to stand up, so he knelt down, step by step, looking at the lifeless red general on the bed, and walked over on his knees.

Because Chi Jiang was held in Yan Tong's arms, he could only slightly raise his head to look at him.

When he reached the side of the couch, he seemed to hesitate for a moment before slowly reaching out to grab Chi Jiang's hand hanging by the side of the couch, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Just cry silently.

The accident happened at this moment. Later, Yan Tong often thought of Chi Jiang and the little fox beside him. In fact, he was a little afraid that Chi Jiang would blame him.

His little fox is so small and innocent, he was barely strengthened by eating the demon pill, he is so afraid of hardship, tiredness and pain.

But he suffered the most in his short life.

boom--

The door of the hall was slammed open, and a woman dressed in red fell into the hall following the shattered door.

Ji Heng was the first to react, and he also recognized the person who was bumped in—Xuan Yu.

In an instant, it seemed that everyone woke up from the grief, and all looked out the door vigilantly.

Ji Heng frowned slightly, and quickly stepped forward to help Xuan Yu up.

Xuan Yu seemed to have been seriously injured, with bright red blood continuously flowing from the corners of her lips.

Ji Heng immediately healed her and asked her what happened.

Xuanyu was violently pushed away from Ji Heng, and said with pain: "Master, hurry up, save Yan'er! Someone broke into the apse, Yan'er is in danger!"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Tong, who was already in a trance, suddenly woke up. He looked at the red general in his arms, his lips trembled, and he put him down carefully.

Bai Li stayed by the couch all the time, Yan Tong said to Bai Li in a hoarse voice, "You take care of General Chi first, I will be back soon."

Bai Li was in a trance. , I don't know if I listened, but I nodded.

Yan Tong got off the bed quickly, glanced at Chi Jiang for the last time, and exchanged glances with Ji Heng, before turning around to go to the apse.

But as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the main hall of the Hall of Everlasting Regret, a shrill and miserable scream came from the hall, shaking the entire hall.

The two looked back, but when they saw the scene in front of them, Yan Tong suddenly became hoarse, unable to make any sound, and a piece of his heart was dug out.

Bai Li's white clothes were already stained with blood, and no one could see his face, but they could all see his blood-spattered hands.

That hand was still carefully grasping Chi Jiang's hand that had long since lost its temperature, the blood flowed down Chi Jiang's hand, and the couch was soon red.

An immature nine-tailed fox sacrificed his body and soul in exchange for a sword soul that survived.

Self-destruction of flesh and blood, exploding and dying.

Everyone's eyes widened and they looked at Bai Li in disbelief. Yan Tong hadn't realized what happened in his mind, but he couldn't help running towards him.

But in the end Ji Heng was more sober than him, and stopped in front of him halfway, Yan Tong stopped abruptly, looking at Ji Heng with red eyes.

Ji Heng blocked his sight, although he couldn't bear it, he pushed him cruelly: "Go to the back hall to watch Yan Yan, I'll take care of it here."

He knew that Yan Tong was in pain now, but if there was any further delay, Yan Yan would suffer again, and he would only suffer even more.

Ji Heng can only let him leave here first.

Yan Tong's eyes were red, his fists were clenched tightly, his eyes were full of despair and grief, he looked deeply at Ji Heng for a moment, then turned and left.

The author has something to say: This monster is not the author who cuts off the update easily without notice. Yesterday, it was because... I was frightened by the horror and became mentally weak, so I didn't dare to get up and update~~~ So I will make it up today!