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Lin Ci'an's knees slammed heavily into a pool of blood, and the splashing blood wet the hem of his clothes.

He was shaking violently, his fingers hovering above Chu Ziyu's wound, but he didn't dare to touch the hideous penetrating wound.

His Adam's apple rolled several times before he finally squeezed out a broken sentence: "...stop the bleeding...stop the bleeding..."

He ripped off his robe, the sound of the fabric tearing was particularly harsh in the silent kitchen.

With trembling fingers, he folded the cloth into a square, but stopped when he was about to press it on the wound - Chu Ziyu's entire left chest was almost crushed by the Jingzhe Sword, and under the moonlight, one could even see the weakly beating heart between the ribs.

"No... this won't work..."

Lin Ci'an suddenly turned around and rushed towards the medicine cabinet, causing porcelain bottles and jars to crash to the ground.

When he grabbed the golden wound medicine, he overturned the entire drawer, and the medicine powder melted into dark red mud in the pool of blood.

When he poured the powder on the wound, Chu Ziyu's amber pupils suddenly shrank, and his nails scratched five bloody marks on the ground, but he still forced a smile: ".....Don't..."

"I was wrong, Xuetuan. Don't... die"

Lin Ci'an's hand movements were incredibly gentle.

He took off the jade pendant from his waist and crushed it, then pressed the jade powder mixed with spiritual power on the wound. This was Xuan Xiao Sect's forbidden life-saving technique - it used the natal spiritual jade as a guide, and the price was three years of cultivation.

A bright white halo circulated around the wound, and the bleeding finally stopped.

Only then did Lin Ci'an realize that his inner clothes had already been soaked with cold sweat. The night wind poured in through the broken window, making him shiver.

Chu Ziyu's breathing gradually became steady, but his cat ears were still twitching from time to time.

Lin Ci'an stared at the bloody ear tips, and suddenly reached out and grasped the other's cold wrist.

The moment the spiritual power penetrated into his meridians, he was struck by lightning - his demon pill was covered with cracks, and his spiritual power was drained away like a riverbed that had been dry for a hundred years.

"You..." His voice trembled, "You could have avoided..."

Chu Ziyu's eyelashes trembled and he suddenly started coughing violently.

Lin Ci'an hurriedly lifted up the back of his neck, but felt his hands were full of stickiness - it turned out that the lightning of the Jingzhe Sword had already burned his back, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

"6872...How many...healing points are left..." Chu Ziyu asked intermittently in his spiritual consciousness.

He could no longer see anything.

A mechanical voice with an electric current noise: "0.3 points... only enough to repair the vocal cords..."

"Change... the optic nerve..." Chu Ziyu looked at the tear marks on Lin Ci'an's face, "When he cries... he looks so ugly..."

Just as Lin Ci'an was about to let go of his worry, he saw that Chu Ziyu's last tail began to become illusory.

Lin Ci'an's pupils shrank suddenly, and he watched Chu Ziyu's last tail gradually become transparent, as if it would dissipate into the air at any time. His fingertips grasped those scattered light points in vain, and his voice was hoarse and untuned: "No... Don't..."

At this moment, a green light appeared, and Master Xuanxiao came walking on the broken moonlight, his robes rustling.

As his wide sleeves fluttered, the walls of the entire wooden house silently turned into powder, revealing the watery moonlight outside.

“Zi Yu?!”

Xuan Xiao's voice rarely fluctuated.

“Master…?” Lin Ci’an stood there in a daze, with tears still on his face.

Chu Ziyu in his arms suddenly trembled violently. The pair of cat ears between his silver hair stood up as if in response, and then shrunk tightly against his hair due to the severe pain.