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He bit the tip of his tongue hard, but he bit too hard, and his already weak spirit body "puffed" out a small ball of golden mist.

6872 went crazy in his mind:

"Help me, sir, your nosebleed is turning into stars!!"

Lin Ci'an raised his head with a dusty face and met Chu Ziyu

"..."

"..."

Two crows flew away awkwardly from the charred dead tree.

Chu Ziyu forced himself to hold on to the last bit of his mental strength, and stretched out his hand with a stern face: "Are you hurt?"

——In fact, he was frantically poking 6872 in his spiritual sea:

(Take a screenshot! There are little leaves in your hair!)

Lin Ci'an stared at his hand, which was so transparent that it was about to disappear, and suddenly grabbed his collar.

Lin Ci'an's hand, which was holding Chu Ziyu's collar, was shaking.

He felt the almost transparent spiritual body under his palm, and the fragments of memory fed back from Chu Ziyu stabbed into his heart like a knife.

(He looks like he's about to disappear, but he's still trying to act cool)

(idiot...)

(Who asked you to use your life to fill my...)

The moment their foreheads touched, the silver-gray mental power rushed back like a tsunami.

"Chu Ziyu."

His voice was hoarse.

"Your habit of pretending to be cool..."

“It really needs to be changed.”

Chu Ziyu narrowed his eyes in the surging mental power, allowing the other party's power to wash away his exhausted image, but what he thought in his heart was:

(It was worth it.)

(This wave of profit is huge.)

(When I wake up, I can definitely trick three... no, five...)

6872 quietly backed up this audio-visual performance and named it "A Classic Case of Being Too Responsible and Deserving to Be Fucked."

Unlike Chu Ziyu who was excited inside, Lin Ci'an was almost driven to tears by the miserable state of Chu Ziyu's mental state.

The once vast snowfield is now reduced to cracked frozen soil. The silver wolf spirit is so thin that its ribs can be seen, and it is curled up in a corner in a listless state.

The most glaring thing is the center of the picture - there should have been Chu Ziyu's spiritual pillar standing there, but now only a violently dismantled base remains, and the cross-section still glows with fresh golden light particles.

(This madman...)

(Just tear down the spiritual pillar and use it as building materials for me...)

The force of their foreheads pressing against each other increased a bit, and Lin Ci'an squeezed out the words through his teeth, almost biting them: "You'd better... stay alive..."

"Wait until I settle the score with you..."

When he said this, his mental power was extremely gentle, and the silver-gray light carefully repaired Chu Ziyu's broken image, and even the smallest cracks were carefully smoothed out.

The black cat's spirit had slipped in at some point, and was now circling the weak silver wolf with its tail, licking its tangled fur bit by bit.

6872: “…F*ck, boss, he’s crying?!”

Chu Ziyu suddenly opened his eyes and saw a tear fall on the back of his transparent hand.

The tear passed through the spirit body and fell on the scorched earth, and a small wisp of silver mist evaporated with a "sizzle".

(...c.)

All the psychological preparations collapsed in an instant.

Chu Ziyu tried to wipe the other person's face in a panic, but because his mental body was too weak, his fingers went straight through Lin Ci'an's cheek.

“You are not allowed to look.”

Lin Ci'an ordered fiercely, but the red corners of his eyes betrayed him, "Turn around."

Chu Ziyu suddenly laughed, and his transparent fingers lightly traced the other person's wet eyelashes: "Why are you crying..."

“I’m not…”

Before he could finish his words, he was swallowed up by the surging silver light.

Lin Ci'an wrapped his broken spirit body in his own image and whispered in his ear with gritted teeth:

"If you dare to do it again..."

"I will lock you in the spiritual sea..."

"Repair your broken tower every day."