[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Chapter 50 Mirage

sword.

blood.

Ximen Chuuxue blew away the blood on the tip of the sword.

He killed the little old man.

Hanjiang and Chihe also paid their lives in this battle.

Whether it's worth it, no one knows.

Ximen Chuuxue turned around, suddenly felt dizzy, his eyes went dark, and his mouth was red.

Lu Xiaofeng quickly caught him.

Ximen Chuuxue covered his heart, breathing hard.

"Lu Xiaofeng."

"I'm here."

"Take me to Baiyun City, as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Fortunately, Wuming Island is not too far from the South China Sea, Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zaixing traveled day and night, and finally arrived here at noon on the third day.

Ximen Chuuxue's face was snow-white, but he didn't have any wounds on his body, he was just unconscious.

In Feixian Island, the battle has long since ended.

Lu Xiaofeng wanted to ask, but was a little afraid of knowing the answer.

Sikong Zhaixing asked directly, fought for a total of three days, and then found that Baiyun City had become an empty city, and the people inside had already moved away.

This is good news.

What about Ye Gucheng?

Not many people knew about it, and the people in Baiyun City also disappeared.

Except for the bloodstains that have not been cleaned up on the ground, everything looks illusory.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, raised his head to take a last look at the gate of Baiyun City, planning to find someone to treat Ximen Chuuxue first.

But at some point, a monk blocking the way unexpectedly appeared in front of him. He was a little old, but he looked good.

"I can save him." Xuan Ruo held Ximen Chuuxue's wrist.

Sikong Zhaixing wanted to say something, but he suddenly felt that this person looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but there were only a few monks he was familiar with, not honest monks.

"Hey, are you the monk who failed to elope with the princess?"

"Don't put it so harshly, it's clear that she begged me to run away from home."

"Then aren't you on the mend?"

"We broke up for more than 20 years."

"Then you are still a monk?"

"I can't help it. I can only recite scriptures, knock on wooden fish, and plant herbs." Xuanruo said while taking Ximen Chuuxue off the horse.

"How is it?" Lu Xiaofeng watched nervously, Ximen Chuuxue's breath had been unstable, and he lost some internal energy on the way, but it didn't help much.

Xuanruo unbuttoned Ximen Chuuxue's shirt, and made a light cut on his heart.

White blood flowed out, Xuan Ruo picked out the dead Gu worm with a silver needle, but didn't expect the man to suddenly open his eyes and grab his wrist: "Where is he?"

"Don't worry, let go first."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't let go.

"I'll take out the Gu for you first."

"He's dead?" Ximen Chuuxue was a little reluctant, but it was Lu Xiaofeng who held him down, and Xuan Ruo took out the Gu, and then bandaged it to stop the bleeding.

"I don't know." Xuan Ruo spread his hands, "Anyway, I didn't see the corpse."

Ximen Chuuxue closed his eyes for a moment, then stood up: "Does he know that he must die, and let you get Gu?"

"Yes."

"What did he say?"

"I didn't say anything, just begged me to save you."

Ximen Chuuxue's body flickered, but then he steadied himself abruptly: "I see."

It was rainy and gloomy that day.

Ye Gucheng sat by the bed, holding a book in his hand.

Ximen Chuuxue slept a lot at that time, and it was usually already afternoon when he woke up.

The weather was humid, Ye Gucheng was afraid that he would be cold, so he set up a stove by the bed.

Ximen Chuuxue exposed his face from under the quilt, squinted his eyes at the man who was busy with himself, and suddenly said:

"Then sleep together?"

That doesn't sound like a good proposition.

But Ye Gucheng still took off his shoes and socks, and the two of them lay under the same blanket for the first time, Ximen Chuuxue pressed his hand on his chest, and he was familiar with some rough scars on it.

The winter thunder was blowing outside, but Ximen Chuuxue was still sleeping vigorously, no matter how much he slept, he still had no energy.

Ye Gucheng couldn't sleep, so he put down the scroll.

His breathing was deliberately light, the person in his arms was the one he cared about and was most precious, some black hair wrapped around his palm, not just Ximen Chuuxue's, soft hair, the warmth of snuggling.

Unbelievably intimate.

Ye Gucheng smiled at his rare interest.

In a few days, it will be sunny.

Anyway.

The author has something to say: I wrote it for three years and overhauled it three times. Now, it's over.

I don't have anything to say, I've written everything I want to write.

Goodbye bye.