It has been more than three years since he fell in front of the Poison King Valley and was rescued, right?
When he first entered the valley, he was confused and confused about life and death. In addition to people coming to heal his injuries every day, there were also strange drugs poured into his mouth from time to time. Later, he found out that it was a new poison prepared by the Poison King. When the man who was over thirty years old regained consciousness again
, looking at the young face in the bronze mirror who was no more than eight years old, he was confused and desperate. He had turned into a monster with different body and mind.
Later, it was discovered that his internal strength had increased by more than a little bit. The Poison King said calmly that it was a side effect of the experimental medicine. It took away his body corresponding to his age, but gave him the profound internal strength potential that ordinary people need to train hard for decades.
, which can be regarded as compensation. At that time, he had no wishes. There were no survivors in the Wen family. He wanted revenge but knew that he was not capable enough. The numb and ghostly young man in black in the valley replaced the name Wen Mogang. In a blink of an eye, three years passed.
"Give! Come here!" The violent vibrations made it difficult to stand firm on the flat ground, but the thin and handsome man still approached step by step and held out his hand stubbornly.
Don't come here, don't come here, my weak body can't bear this kind of force.
However, the words could not come out in his mouth. All his strength was concentrated in his palms to resist the majestic and huge force. The only thing he could do was to squeeze out a word into that hand.
"roll!"
You can't get any closer. You can't protect him at this time!
"Ghost shadow!" Wei Moyan frowned in the dark formation and shouted sternly.
Shao Jinhou was finally a little slower. Although he responded to the order, he didn't react in time. In the end, Shaocheng was smart enough to rush forward and stop Wan Qi Haoyue.
Young Master Ye Tan cannot be allowed to pass. If the young man in black fails to survive to the end to protect him, all the efforts will be in vain. Shaocheng hugged the struggling Wanqi Haoyue tightly from behind, and in the eyes of the young man who struggled to hold on,
With a hint of gratitude, he lowered his head again and gritted his teeth to endure it silently.
If only Jiuhe, Shaocheng and the other four people's internal strength gathered together to attack, Gong wouldn't be so embarrassed. With his internal strength far exceeding that of an ordinary person, it would not be impossible for him to withstand their combined impact. But the problem is that that strength, except for them
The four of them also had the power of Wei Moyan's palm in the eyes of the main formation.
The palm of the Gusu Wei family's master, who is extremely talented and rare to see in a hundred years and is known as the best in the world, is dozens of times stronger than the combined internal strength of the other four people. How can he survive such a violent force without any harm?
It is impossible to escape unscathed.
Watching the stubborn figure slowly losing strength, Wanqi Haoyue's heart was about to be hollowed out. If he died...
If Ming dies, what other things and people can he hold on to in this world?
The brief moment seemed like an eternity. When the tremors of the earth and the mountains finally stopped, the first person to fall down was not the drinker, but Wanqi Haoyue who was completely exhausted.
The towering hemlock tree that was hard to shake finally returned to its original position. The two people who had been trapped for a whole night were safe and sound. The indifferent black figure picked up the woman who had not woken up from the violent shock and walked calmly, passing by the destroyed tree next to it.
When I looked up, my eyes were not as cold as before.
"Thank you."
Violent coughs arose in waves, and his sleeves stained with dead leaves were dragged on the ground. His staggering steps made it completely impossible to tell that he was the person known as the most mysterious and noble hermit. His pale face was delicate and beautiful, but it could not be concealed.
Confused and hasty.
"Gang...Gang...?" Several low calls went unanswered. The young man in black lying on the ground made no sound, not even the slightest moan. Wanqi Haoyue had never been so panicked, and Xia Qingluan was forced to
At least she was still alive when he was losing his mind, but the person in front of him who had been with him for many years seemed half dead and refused to respond.
Xiao Qian finally couldn't bear it and half-bent down to help Wan Qi Haoyue to his side. Seeing the noble and godlike Master Ye Tan, he hugged the black figure in despair and couldn't help but tremble while holding the silent boy's hand.
After all, it was this young man who saved the young lady. Without him, I don’t know when he would have broken through the dark formation and shattered the cage. Whether it was Wanqi Haoyue or the young man, Xiao Qian always felt grateful.
The fingers dug deeply into the soil suddenly moved, and the closed eyes on the almost colorless young face slowly opened, and they faced each other, looking at the black hair hanging down.
"If you don't die... I will live..." The hoarse voice had no strength, and was as weak as a whisper. At that moment, all Wanqi Haoyue's feelings disappeared, and he just coughed and smiled.
However, facts always like to break miracles, and a sudden burst of bright red flowed down from the lips, seeming to declare that this body can no longer watch the rising sun, the setting moon, and the fruits of spring and autumn in the human world.
He tapped several acupuncture points with his fingers, but in the end the injury was too severe. No matter what, he could not stop the surging blood. Wanqi Haoyue tried every means but could not stop the body that was about to break from gradually losing its temperature, and it was only then that he lost the heartache of his master. And tearing once again enveloped the young master Qingjing who had fallen into the mortal world, lingering.
"Don't be busy, your bloodline is broken..." He spoke softly but couldn't hold back the blood. He raised his hand with great effort and gently pulled down the long black hair that fell on his chest, "You promised... no Fall in love with her again..."
If he is still madly in love, what's the point of giving up his life? I just hope that he can stand aside and live in a peaceful world. Although no one loves or loves anyone, at least he will not be hurt by the three sins of the mortal world again.
Even if I no longer have myself by my side.
"Don't talk, you won't die."
But the poison in the world cannot be solved by the person who hangs the pot. After spending so many years in the Poison King Valley, Gong knew very well that he had no way to stop the summons of black and white and impermanence in the underworld. He was not poisoned but injured. After being poisoned for a lifetime, his abilities would always fail. The end.
Except for one place.
Sensing Wanqi Haoyue's unusually calm tone, he suddenly remembered that Poison King once mentioned that there was a method of resurrecting people from the dead in the Poison King's Valley.
"No...I would rather die..." The harder he struggled, the more determined he became in those clear eyes. The mentally and physically different man opened his mouth but had no strength to speak anymore. He wanted to tell him that that was not what he wanted. If he could die quietly, Just don't, don't let him come back from the dead again, he can't bear that kind of outcome.
"Tell Wei Moyan that I am going to a place and don't look for me for these two days."
He spoke calmly, and the gorgeous young master who seemed to have lost everything and was on the verge of collapse a moment ago stood up. Although he was weak, he still tried to hug the dying young man in black.
He probably wanted to spend his last days without being disturbed. Xiao Qian's mind was filled with heat, and for no reason, he suddenly took the boy from Wan Qi Haoyue's hand and hugged him in his arms: "I'll come."
The frighteningly calm Master Ye Tan did not object and nodded slightly, looking so majestic that the sun and the moon were frightening.
If a person reaches the most desperate moment, he will become calmer. With this calmness, he thought of the so-called "resurrection" method that no one has ever tried. No matter what the outcome, even if it is a failure, at most he will lose his long-standing obscurity as now. Those who are protecting you may still have a chance to survive death and live on for the rest of their lives.
Ice coffin.
It is said that the world's greatest treasure can make the dead never rot and allow the undead to sleep forever without aging. For many years, countless people who want to escape death have been searching for this treasure, which is located in the Poison King Valley.
"I won't wake you up until I find a miracle doctor who can save your life. Before that, just rest peacefully. I promised you that you will live well, and so will you." I don't know if the young man heard the low voice floating in the wind.
If not, just think of it as his talking to himself.
A cold feeling came from the wrist hidden under the sleeves, which was the life entrusted to him.
"If these beads fall to the ground, the days of being a gong will come to an end."
That night, the young man earnestly handed over the family heirloom ruby bead necklace to him, along with the rest of his life.