Shangguan Chen walked into the cave and stood in front of the spirit stone. The two words "Three Lives" on the stone were bright red like human blood.

The entire cave suddenly exuded a strange aura.

The old monk slowly walked forward, looked at Han Zhiyan, looked up at Shangguan Chen and said, "Let her lie on the spirit stone. As long as the bright red color on the words becomes dark, then she will naturally come alive and everything will be left to fate."

Shangguan Chen didn't say anything, lying on the Three Lives Stone holding Han Zhiyan, randomly trying to leave gently, but Han Zhiyan's hands tightly held his clothes.

Helplessly, Shangguan Chen could only hold her and let her lie half on the spirit stone.

Han Zhiyan in Shangguan Chen's arms was still closed with her eyes pale face, as if she was just sleeping.

The others' eyes were all gathered on Han Zhiyan, almost holding their breath waiting for the change on the spirit stone.

Time passes by bit by bit, but there is still no change.

As the night sky descended, it suddenly started to rain heavily, and the dim night enveloped the entire earth.

A few minutes later, the words on the spirit stone miraculously darkened, and Han Zhiyan's body suddenly changed, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and her forehead gradually covered with cold sweat. Her body was as hot as a fireball, and from time to time ice as a cold mountain.

Shangguan Chen felt a stormy aura exuding Han Zhiyan's body.

He kept wiping away the cold sweat from her face, but she just couldn't wake up no matter how hard she was.

Shangguan Chen became more and more panicked, and his despair became deeper. Did he even lose his last hope?

It has been so long since time passed, and Han Zhiyan did not wake up because of the transformation on the spirit stone, but she kept feeling her breath gradually fading away.

"Yanyan, wake up, wake up, okay?" Shangguan Chen, who was holding Han Zhiyan, whispered in pain in her ear.

The next moment, Han Zhiyan slowly opened her eyes miraculously, her little hand moved slightly in Shangguan Chen's palm, and her breathless voice overflowed from her mouth, "Chen... I really want to be you forever Xintong."

Shangguan Chen looked down at her in shock, and a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes, and he whispered, "Yanyan... you will definitely survive it, right? Be good, don't give up."

After a pause, Shangguan Chen trembled and called out, "Xintong, my Xintong!"

Han Zhiyan squeezed out a faint smile, opened her mouth, and a stream of blood spilled out of her mouth again.

Shangguan Chen suddenly became panicked, gently shook her body, and called out "Xintong..."

When the others heard Shangguan Chen's call, they all stepped forward and stared at Han Zhiyan with weak breath.

Some people are sad and some are crying.

Some people couldn't bear to see this scene and turned their heads.

...【The wedge part appears here】…

Just as everyone thought Han Zhiyan could not stand this level, Shangguan Chen ignored all the sad and sighing around him, staring blankly at Han Zhiyan with a peaceful face.

Then he took off the platinum necklace on his neck, held a pendant with only half a heart-shaped shape engraved with the word "tong", and stroked his wrist with the edges and corners.

Then, he stroked Han Zhiyan's wrist.

Then he held her scratched hand tightly, and the blood of the two slowly fell on the spirit stone along the slender fingers, staining the words on the spirit stone drop by drop.
Chapter completed!