Shangguan Chen walked into the cave and stood in front of the spirit stone. The two words "三生" on the stone were bright red like human blood.
The entire cave suddenly exuded waves of strange aura.
The old monk slowly walked forward, looked at Han Zhiyan, looked up at Shangguan Chen and said, "Let her lie on the spiritual stone. As long as the bright red color on the words darkens, she will naturally live. Everything will be left to fate."
Shangguan Chen didn't say a word. He hugged Han Zhiyan and lay on the Sansheng Stone. He wanted to leave gently. Unexpectedly, Han Zhiyan's hands tightly grasped his clothes.
Helpless, Shangguan Chen could only hold her and let her lie half on the spirit stone.
Han Zhiyan in Shangguan Chen's arms was still pale with her eyes closed, as if she was just sleeping.
Everyone else's eyes were focused on Han Zhiyan, almost holding their breath waiting for the spiritual stone to change.
Time passes bit by bit, but there is still no change.
The night sky fell, and suddenly it began to rain heavily, and a gloomy night enveloped the entire land.
A few minutes later, the words on the spirit stone miraculously dimmed slowly, and Han Zhiyan's body suddenly changed, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, her forehead was gradually covered with cold sweat, her body was sometimes as hot as a fireball, and sometimes as cold as a cold mountain.
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Shangguan Chen felt Han Zhiyan's body exuding a stormy aura.
He kept wiping the cold sweat from her face, but she just couldn't wake up.
Shangguan Chen's heart became more and more panicked, and his despair deepened. Was even his last hope about to be dashed?
Time has passed so long, Han Zhiyan did not wake up due to the changes in the spirit stone, but she kept feeling her breath gradually passing away.
"Yanyan, wake up, wake up, okay?" Shangguan Chen, who was holding Han Zhiyan in his arms, begged in her ear in a low voice.
The next moment, Han Zhiyan miraculously slowly opened her eyes, her little hand moved slightly on Shangguan Chen's palm, and her breathy voice escaped from her mouth, "Chen... I really want to be your Xintong forever."
Shangguan Chen looked down at her in shock, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, and called softly, "Yanyan... you will definitely get through it, right! Be good, don't give up."
After a pause, Shangguan Chen called out in a trembling voice, "Xintong, my Xintong!"
Han Zhiyan forced out a faint smile, opened her mouth, and a stream of blood overflowed from her mouth again.
Shangguan Chen panicked all of a sudden, shook her body gently, and called out loudly and painfully, "Xintong..."
When the others heard Shangguan Chen's call, they stepped forward in unison and stared at Han Zhiyan, whose breath was weak.
Some people are sad and sad, and some people are crying and crying.
Some people couldn't bear to see this scene and turned their heads.
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Just when everyone thought that Han Zhiyan could not survive this test, Shangguan Chen turned a deaf ear to all the sad and sighing sounds around him and stared blankly at Han Zhiyan with a peaceful face.
Then he took off the platinum necklace around his neck, took a half-heart-shaped pendant engraved with the word "tong", and slashed his wrist with the edge.
Then, he stroked Han Zhiyan's wrist again.
Then he held her scratched hand tightly, and the blood from both of them slowly fell on the spiritual stone along the slender fingers, staining the words on the spiritual stone drop by drop.
Everyone was stunned by Shangguan Chen's sudden move. Su Hong was the first to react. She grabbed Shangguan Chen's arm and shouted angrily, "Chen, don't be so stupid. Do you want to follow her too?"