The man from the Su family, who still had some energy left, closed his eyes tightly and said weakly: "Second, second senior brother, stop shaking, I'm not dead yet."
"If you keep shaking it like this, you might really be able to send me away."
Du Qirui didn't dare to move. He was so nervous that his whole body stiffened and said, "Stop talking and heal your wounds quickly."
"The twelfth thunder has no signs of condensation yet. I think it will take some time."
"We, you, have a chance to survive."
Su Xinglan said sadly: "It's difficult."
"After surviving the twelve thunders, there are still the most powerful thirteen thunders."
"One form of love is not enough to protect me twice."
"It's inevitable, it's my fate."
Du Qirui angrily shouted: "What fate? When did you, Su Laosan, believe in fate?"
"As you said, my Kunlun lineage has always gone against the grain."
"Main peak, yes, main peak luck..."
Su Xinglan spoke with difficulty: "The fate of the main peak is related to the survival of Kunlun. If you want me to destroy the sect and destroy the family for my own selfishness, second brother, forgive me, it is really difficult to do."
"A practitioner should see through life and death."
"I do not regret."
After saying the last sentence, he struggled to crawl forward.
Find a large stone that is relatively intact, lean on it, and meditate to adjust your breath.
Du Qirui stood by to protect his junior brother.
I prayed silently in my heart, hoping that the twelfth thunder would gather slowly.
It would be best to wait for half an hour to allow Su Xinglan's serious internal injuries to be relieved.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes...
Perhaps Du Qirui's prayer really had an effect. It was not until twenty minutes later that a gleam of light slowly rose from the end of the dark void.
The stars are dotted, twinkling and twinkling.
The sky-blue light is beautiful, but extremely dazzling.
Su Xinglan took off his tattered green robe and put on a single coat. He handed it to Du Qirui and said: "Under the punishment of heaven, there will be no bones left."
"When I die, my clothes will be buried in Phoenix Mountain."
"I, I want to stay with her."
Du Qirui took it with tears in his eyes and was so choked that he could not speak.
Su Xinglan patted his shoulder and pretended to be free and easy: "Go ahead, Second Senior Brother, we are all human beings and will leave one day."
"It's a pity that there is no afterlife, otherwise, I would still like to be your junior brother and Kunlun's Madman Su."
"Why are you crying? If you want to cry, wait until I die."
"Let's go, let's not disgust me here."
He waved impatiently and watched Du Qirui go away, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually solidifying.
I don't know when a second thunder appeared in the sky.
red.
Blue and red intersect and blend into each other.
Du Qirui didn't see it, and Su Xinglan didn't expect that the last two thunders would come together.
"It doesn't give me any way to survive."
He raised his head with a look of sadness on his face.
Despair and exhaustion filled his heart, making him almost want to give up resistance.
Yes, he was so tired that he didn't want to move anymore.
Eyelids droop and vision is blurred.
In the distance, he saw the fourth peak and the small bamboo building he once loved to visit.
There, stood the woman he loved most in his life.
She was wearing a white dress and smiling brightly.
"White pomelo..."
He shook his head in confusion and muttered to himself.
The picture disappeared and was replaced by the small courtyard of Taoshan Village.
In the small courtyard in summer, the heat is unbearable.
The old man in a gray shirt was squatting by the well sharpening his knife, sweating profusely.
The woman was cooking in the kitchen, and there was his favorite scrambled eggs with leeks.
On the house, there is only a little smoke.
In front of the door, from time to time I passed villagers working in the fields.
Those familiar faces flashed through my mind like a movie replay.
