Chapter 136
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Qin Lang had a long dream that seemed to have no end.
Heartbeat, joy, anguish, and piercing pain, each of which felt very real.
“You still go, you still leave me, I hate you!”
“Since you knew you were going to leave, why did you come to provoke me?”
“Okay, as you wish, go. I will forget you completely, Jiang Chengzhou…”
The scene was chaotic. Qin Lang was holding a bloody man in his arms. He didn’t know if the words just came from his own mouth. The bright red blood on his hands seemed to pierced his eyes fiercely as hot tears came out from the tear-like pain in his heart.
Qin Lang was woken up in pain.
He opened his eyes and looked out of focus at the dim, distant sky.
“Master, you’re awake…” A figure blocked Qin Lang’s vision. He looked nervous, raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corner of Qin Lang’s eyes with the back of his bloodless hand.
Qin Lang closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his dazedness had turned into clarity. The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he said, “What are you doing? Are you going to cry?”
Lang Qianxing’s eyes were red, he really wanted to cry. He wanted to hug Qin Lang, but Qin Lang was covered in marks so he didn’t dare to touch him.
“Master…” Lang Qianxing had a lot to say, but looking at those clear eyes, he didn’t want to say anything, he didn’t want to ask.
Don’t ask why Qin Lang rescued him, don’t ask why Qin Lang used most of his cultivation to protect him while he was cut all over by the wind blade in the whirlpool, and don’t ask why Qin Lang cried when he was unconscious.
The wind in the whirlpool seemed to be mixed with something special. The wounds on Qin Lang’s body were stained with fluorescent light. Lang Qianxing did not dare to give Qin Lang any medicine before he woke up.
Qin Lang lost a lot of blood that his lips were almost transparent. His lips moved, “This is the white firefly split soul wind. There are countless fireflies in the wind. Once a wound is open, the fireflies will attach to the wound, making the wound unable to heal, and slowly devours the soul of the person.”
Lang Qianxing was once again angry and resentful. He held Qin Lang’s hand tightly and hurt Qin Lang’s injury. When he saw Qin Lang frowning in pain, he let go, and said angrily, “Since you know that, why don’t you protect yourself? If something happens to you, I will bury myself along with you.”
Qin Lang frowned and looked at him displeasedly: “I didn’t say there is no cure.”
Lang Qianxing kept his face calm and said nothing.
Qin Lang was also angry, his tone was like an order: “There is a soul grass under the wind. The grass leaves are blue and black, one foot long, and each grass has only three leaves. You go find it.”
Lang Qianxing immediately got up from the ground and set up a barrier around Qin Lang before leaving.
Qin Lang looked blankly at the white figure before he found the grass, then he walked two steps away and returned to him within ten seconds.
Below the abyss, the ground is full of soul grass. At first glance, it looks like a weed which doesn’t look like an immortal grass with any miraculous healing property.
Lang Qianxing’s face was still dark. He took the grass and asked him, “How to use it?”
“It can be applied externally or taken internally.” Qin Lang was leaning on Lang Qianxing’s package and covered with Lang Qianxing’s robe. Just as he was about to get up to pick up the grass, Lang Qianxing pressed his shoulders.
He saw Lang Qianxing folded the grass and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and leaned in front of Qin Lang with a dark face, pinched his chin, and gave it to Qin Lang’s mouth.
The leaves of the soul grass are like blades, which can easily pierce skin. Lang Qianxing obviously didn’t want Qin Lang to inflict any more injuries, so he chewed it and fed him. Qin Lang tasted mint and blood.
The smell of soul grass is very similar to mint, and those fireflies hate this smell. As long as one eats and uses their qi to push its smell into their body, those fireflies that enter the wound will come out of the wound. After that, apply the grass juice to the wound to prevent the blood from attracting new fireflies.
The treatment is very simple, but generally speaking, when they reached the bottom of the abyss, those who entered the whirlpool were already cut into pieces by those winds, so they wouldn’t even get to see the soul grass at all.
After being fed several times like this, Qin Lang’s originally pale face inevitably showed some pink.
Qin Lang looked at the fresh wound on Lang Qianxing’s mouth. Seeing that he was going to repeat it, he hurriedly said, “It’s enough…”
Hearing his words, Lang Qianxing put down the grass and instead came to strip Qin Lang’s clothes.
Qin Lang ducked unnaturally.
Lang Qianxing sighed deeply, his voice softened, “Master, your wound is important. I’m not mad at you, I’m angry at myself. It’s my uselessness that hurts master. I lost my mind so I didn’t notice that Yun Hua had brought me to the vicinity of the whirlpool.”
“Master didn’t take me with him when he left. When I think about it, I feel like I can’t help anything, I was only a burden…I’m really useless. I can’t even tell the real from the fake…”
Qin Lang opened his mouth but didn’t know how to comfort him so that he wouldn’t blame himself. Of course he knew what Lang Qianxing was referring to was the ‘Yun Jue’ lying in a pool of blood. Lang Qianxing knew that Yun Hua was not a kind person, probably because Yun Hua saw that he was close to him so he suspected that Yun Hua killed him because of love and hatred. He then fought against Yun Hua because of old hatred too.
Maybe Yun Hua also took into account his image in front of his disciples at that time. Instead of killing Lang Qianxing directly, he quietly took him to the whirlpool. He wanted to kill him without a trace, but Qin Lang turned back.
At the end of the day, it’s the same sentence that confusion follows care. Because he cares too much, even if it’s a fake, Lang Qianxing is still stimulated by the scene of the person he loves dying beside him.
Recalling how he felt holding that bloody man, Qin Lang also had a lot to say and ask. He took a deep breath, but just silently watched Lang Qianxing carefully take off his blood-stained clothes and allow his wound to be exposed to the air.
“Okay.” Qin Lang felt that all the fireflies in his body had come out, but he had lost some blood again, so his face could be said to be pale. He can’t use blood-enriching medicinal pills for this process. The fireflies like blood, and the more they are replenished, the less they want to come out. The loss of blood, even if Qin Lang doesn’t have a mortal body, iIt’s still very uncomfortable.
Hearing that, Lang Qianxing hurriedly put a blood-enhancing pill for him, wiped all his wounds with the juice leaves of the soul grass, then applied medicine and bandages it. He put Qin Lang’s clothes on, then held him in his arms and raised his own temperature to warm Qin Lang’s cold body.
Soul Splitting Wind is a prodigy killer. In the painful process of being torn apart by the wind, it can use their soul to recall everything in their past, even the small things that were forgotten deep in their sea of consciousness, or…the deliberately forgotten past. As it ends, it completely shatters their soul and turns them into nourishment for the fireflies.
The abyss under this gully is where the male protagonist in the original story finds another golden finger. Although like many male protagonists of fantasy novels, he can get good things that others cannot ask for at once, but the above description was gotten from the verge of dying, almost destroying their soul.
It was just a simple sentence, but Qin Lang couldn’t just watch his husband suffer. Relying on his own system to block pain, he used most of his cultivation to protect Lang Qianxing, but he didn’t expect that this wind is really domineering, it actually affects him.
If there is no system that can detect that the host’s soul is in danger of being attacked and provide barrier protection in time, Qin Lang may really experience what is called pain from the soul.
Thinking like this, Qin Lang suddenly understood why Lang Qianxing was so angry. His understatement, his calm and indifferent, in Lang Qianxing’s eyes, was irresponsible to himself.
Don’t you ever think about the feeling that Lang Qianxing survived unscathed, but was guarding a corpse covered in bruises?
It’s suffocating despair.
Qin Lang sighed deeply and smiled bitterly in his heart. I can also understand why I say the words that I forgot at that time.
Because of loving too deeply, once the person who can’t let the deep love leaves, it becomes hate, so forget, but in the end it’s just angry words. He still hopes that person can stay by his side regardless of others’ feelings and never leave.
However, Qin Lang has only one problem now, a very mysterious one.
He is now almost certain that Jiang Chengzhou is his man, and the dream he has had for several years has indeed happened, and that Qin Lang is also him.
The story is very simple. He grew up in a rich family and was outstanding from childhood to adulthood. When he was eighteen years old, he and Jiang Chengzhou met and fell in love. When the relationship between the two was the most fiery, Jiang Chengzhou had a car accident and left him. He seemed to be too emotional, and then he fainted or something, after that he had no memory of what happened.
He can remember the family he grew up in, the school he grew up in, and his friends, they were completely different from his real world. But those two lives, he knew very well that it was him.
So the question is, is that a past life story? Qin Lang couldn’t help but think too much. Could it be that he was a character living in a world of quick transmigration. When they tell him to capture the target person, in fact, he was the one who was captured?
He added hundreds of thousands of words in his mind. Maybe Jiang Chengzhou’s world was his first world. Because the system mechanism was not perfect, it was common for the host to leave the world to complete the task, so the raider Jiang Chengzhou died in order to save him. However, Jiang Chengzhou found that he seemed to really fall in love with ‘Qin Lang’, thus he went back to get some black technology (for example, hacking the rules made by the lord god), take away ‘Qin Lang’s’ soul and put him into multiple worlds. Then he took ‘Qin Lang’ again to take him out of those virtual worlds completely…
The more Qin Lang thought about it, the more he could not stop, and he was seriously wondering whether he was the product of a novel from an author, and also doubted whether his main world was a virtual world.
The system detected that the host was in a chaotic mood and had great mental fluctuations. Twenty-five had already fallen asleep, so zerozero, who he had not seen for a long time, still had a sweet and soft voice, but his tone revealed his speechlessness: “Host…you think too much.”
Qin Lang’s fantasies, which were continuing to make up in his mind madly, came to an abrupt end: “…”
Zerozero is very euphemistic: “It’s very late, host, your body is still injured, rest early! And…it’s okay to read less novels.”
“Emmm…” Embarrassed, he only gave a polite smile.
Zerozero said that he was stupid because he read novels, which reminded him of his fantasy, very retarded.
T/N: LOL When one reads too many novels, they can make up a story from every little sign they found.
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Qin Lang had a long dream that seemed to have no end.
Heartbeat, joy, anguish, and piercing pain, each of which felt very real.
“You still go, you still leave me, I hate you!”
“Since you knew you were going to leave, why did you come to provoke me?”
“Okay, as you wish, go. I will forget you completely, Jiang Chengzhou…”
The scene was chaotic. Qin Lang was holding a bloody man in his arms. He didn’t know if the words just came from his own mouth. The bright red blood on his hands seemed to pierced his eyes fiercely as hot tears came out from the tear-like pain in his heart.
Qin Lang was woken up in pain.
He opened his eyes and looked out of focus at the dim, distant sky.
“Master, you’re awake…” A figure blocked Qin Lang’s vision. He looked nervous, raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corner of Qin Lang’s eyes with the back of his bloodless hand.
Qin Lang closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his dazedness had turned into clarity. The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he said, “What are you doing? Are you going to cry?”
Lang Qianxing’s eyes were red, he really wanted to cry. He wanted to hug Qin Lang, but Qin Lang was covered in marks so he didn’t dare to touch him.
“Master…” Lang Qianxing had a lot to say, but looking at those clear eyes, he didn’t want to say anything, he didn’t want to ask.
Don’t ask why Qin Lang rescued him, don’t ask why Qin Lang used most of his cultivation to protect him while he was cut all over by the wind blade in the whirlpool, and don’t ask why Qin Lang cried when he was unconscious.
The wind in the whirlpool seemed to be mixed with something special. The wounds on Qin Lang’s body were stained with fluorescent light. Lang Qianxing did not dare to give Qin Lang any medicine before he woke up.
Qin Lang lost a lot of blood that his lips were almost transparent. His lips moved, “This is the white firefly split soul wind. There are countless fireflies in the wind. Once a wound is open, the fireflies will attach to the wound, making the wound unable to heal, and slowly devours the soul of the person.”
Lang Qianxing was once again angry and resentful. He held Qin Lang’s hand tightly and hurt Qin Lang’s injury. When he saw Qin Lang frowning in pain, he let go, and said angrily, “Since you know that, why don’t you protect yourself? If something happens to you, I will bury myself along with you.”
Qin Lang frowned and looked at him displeasedly: “I didn’t say there is no cure.”
Lang Qianxing kept his face calm and said nothing.
Qin Lang was also angry, his tone was like an order: “There is a soul grass under the wind. The grass leaves are blue and black, one foot long, and each grass has only three leaves. You go find it.”
Lang Qianxing immediately got up from the ground and set up a barrier around Qin Lang before leaving.
Qin Lang looked blankly at the white figure before he found the grass, then he walked two steps away and returned to him within ten seconds.
Below the abyss, the ground is full of soul grass. At first glance, it looks like a weed which doesn’t look like an immortal grass with any miraculous healing property.
Lang Qianxing’s face was still dark. He took the grass and asked him, “How to use it?”
“It can be applied externally or taken internally.” Qin Lang was leaning on Lang Qianxing’s package and covered with Lang Qianxing’s robe. Just as he was about to get up to pick up the grass, Lang Qianxing pressed his shoulders.
He saw Lang Qianxing folded the grass and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and leaned in front of Qin Lang with a dark face, pinched his chin, and gave it to Qin Lang’s mouth.
The leaves of the soul grass are like blades, which can easily pierce skin. Lang Qianxing obviously didn’t want Qin Lang to inflict any more injuries, so he chewed it and fed him. Qin Lang tasted mint and blood.
The smell of soul grass is very similar to mint, and those fireflies hate this smell. As long as one eats and uses their qi to push its smell into their body, those fireflies that enter the wound will come out of the wound. After that, apply the grass juice to the wound to prevent the blood from attracting new fireflies.
The treatment is very simple, but generally speaking, when they reached the bottom of the abyss, those who entered the whirlpool were already cut into pieces by those winds, so they wouldn’t even get to see the soul grass at all.
After being fed several times like this, Qin Lang’s originally pale face inevitably showed some pink.
Qin Lang looked at the fresh wound on Lang Qianxing’s mouth. Seeing that he was going to repeat it, he hurriedly said, “It’s enough…”
Hearing his words, Lang Qianxing put down the grass and instead came to strip Qin Lang’s clothes.
Qin Lang ducked unnaturally.
Lang Qianxing sighed deeply, his voice softened, “Master, your wound is important. I’m not mad at you, I’m angry at myself. It’s my uselessness that hurts master. I lost my mind so I didn’t notice that Yun Hua had brought me to the vicinity of the whirlpool.”
“Master didn’t take me with him when he left. When I think about it, I feel like I can’t help anything, I was only a burden…I’m really useless. I can’t even tell the real from the fake…”
Qin Lang opened his mouth but didn’t know how to comfort him so that he wouldn’t blame himself. Of course he knew what Lang Qianxing was referring to was the ‘Yun Jue’ lying in a pool of blood. Lang Qianxing knew that Yun Hua was not a kind person, probably because Yun Hua saw that he was close to him so he suspected that Yun Hua killed him because of love and hatred. He then fought against Yun Hua because of old hatred too.
Maybe Yun Hua also took into account his image in front of his disciples at that time. Instead of killing Lang Qianxing directly, he quietly took him to the whirlpool. He wanted to kill him without a trace, but Qin Lang turned back.
At the end of the day, it’s the same sentence that confusion follows care. Because he cares too much, even if it’s a fake, Lang Qianxing is still stimulated by the scene of the person he loves dying beside him.
Recalling how he felt holding that bloody man, Qin Lang also had a lot to say and ask. He took a deep breath, but just silently watched Lang Qianxing carefully take off his blood-stained clothes and allow his wound to be exposed to the air.
“Okay.” Qin Lang felt that all the fireflies in his body had come out, but he had lost some blood again, so his face could be said to be pale. He can’t use blood-enriching medicinal pills for this process. The fireflies like blood, and the more they are replenished, the less they want to come out. The loss of blood, even if Qin Lang doesn’t have a mortal body, iIt’s still very uncomfortable.
Hearing that, Lang Qianxing hurriedly put a blood-enhancing pill for him, wiped all his wounds with the juice leaves of the soul grass, then applied medicine and bandages it. He put Qin Lang’s clothes on, then held him in his arms and raised his own temperature to warm Qin Lang’s cold body.
Soul Splitting Wind is a prodigy killer. In the painful process of being torn apart by the wind, it can use their soul to recall everything in their past, even the small things that were forgotten deep in their sea of consciousness, or…the deliberately forgotten past. As it ends, it completely shatters their soul and turns them into nourishment for the fireflies.
The abyss under this gully is where the male protagonist in the original story finds another golden finger. Although like many male protagonists of fantasy novels, he can get good things that others cannot ask for at once, but the above description was gotten from the verge of dying, almost destroying their soul.
It was just a simple sentence, but Qin Lang couldn’t just watch his husband suffer. Relying on his own system to block pain, he used most of his cultivation to protect Lang Qianxing, but he didn’t expect that this wind is really domineering, it actually affects him.
If there is no system that can detect that the host’s soul is in danger of being attacked and provide barrier protection in time, Qin Lang may really experience what is called pain from the soul.
Thinking like this, Qin Lang suddenly understood why Lang Qianxing was so angry. His understatement, his calm and indifferent, in Lang Qianxing’s eyes, was irresponsible to himself.
Don’t you ever think about the feeling that Lang Qianxing survived unscathed, but was guarding a corpse covered in bruises?
It’s suffocating despair.
Qin Lang sighed deeply and smiled bitterly in his heart. I can also understand why I say the words that I forgot at that time.
Because of loving too deeply, once the person who can’t let the deep love leaves, it becomes hate, so forget, but in the end it’s just angry words. He still hopes that person can stay by his side regardless of others’ feelings and never leave.
However, Qin Lang has only one problem now, a very mysterious one.
He is now almost certain that Jiang Chengzhou is his man, and the dream he has had for several years has indeed happened, and that Qin Lang is also him.
The story is very simple. He grew up in a rich family and was outstanding from childhood to adulthood. When he was eighteen years old, he and Jiang Chengzhou met and fell in love. When the relationship between the two was the most fiery, Jiang Chengzhou had a car accident and left him. He seemed to be too emotional, and then he fainted or something, after that he had no memory of what happened.
He can remember the family he grew up in, the school he grew up in, and his friends, they were completely different from his real world. But those two lives, he knew very well that it was him.
So the question is, is that a past life story? Qin Lang couldn’t help but think too much. Could it be that he was a character living in a world of quick transmigration. When they tell him to capture the target person, in fact, he was the one who was captured?
He added hundreds of thousands of words in his mind. Maybe Jiang Chengzhou’s world was his first world. Because the system mechanism was not perfect, it was common for the host to leave the world to complete the task, so the raider Jiang Chengzhou died in order to save him. However, Jiang Chengzhou found that he seemed to really fall in love with ‘Qin Lang’, thus he went back to get some black technology (for example, hacking the rules made by the lord god), take away ‘Qin Lang’s’ soul and put him into multiple worlds. Then he took ‘Qin Lang’ again to take him out of those virtual worlds completely…
The more Qin Lang thought about it, the more he could not stop, and he was seriously wondering whether he was the product of a novel from an author, and also doubted whether his main world was a virtual world.
The system detected that the host was in a chaotic mood and had great mental fluctuations. Twenty-five had already fallen asleep, so zerozero, who he had not seen for a long time, still had a sweet and soft voice, but his tone revealed his speechlessness: “Host…you think too much.”
Qin Lang’s fantasies, which were continuing to make up in his mind madly, came to an abrupt end: “…”
Zerozero is very euphemistic: “It’s very late, host, your body is still injured, rest early! And…it’s okay to read less novels.”
“Emmm…” Embarrassed, he only gave a polite smile.
Zerozero said that he was stupid because he read novels, which reminded him of his fantasy, very retarded.
T/N: LOL When one reads too many novels, they can make up a story from every little sign they found.
Qin Lang had a long dream that seemed to have no end.Heartbeat, joy, anguish, and piercing pain, each of which felt very real.You still go, you still leave me, I hate you!Since you knew you were going to leave, why did you come to provoke me?Okay, as you wish, go. I will forget you completely, Jiang ChengzhouThe scene was chaotic. Qin Lang was holding a bloody man in his arms. He didn't know if the words just came from his own mouth. The bright red blood on his hands seemed to pierced his eyes fiercely as hot tears came out from the tear-like pain in his heart.Qin Lang was woken up in pain.He opened his eyes and looked out of focus at the dim, distant sky.Master, you're awake A figure blocked Qin Lang's vision. He looked nervous, raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corner of Qin Lang's eyes with the back of his bloodless hand.Qin Lang closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his dazedness had turned into clarity. The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he said, What are you doing? Are you going to cry?Lang Qianxing's eyes were red, he really wanted to cry. He wanted to hug Qin Lang, but Qin Lang was covered in marks so he didn't dare to touch him.Master Lang Qianxing had a lot to say, but looking at those clear eyes, he didn't want to say anything, he didn't want to ask.Don't ask why Qin Lang rescued him, don't ask why Qin Lang used most of his cultivation to protect him while he was cut all over by the wind blade in the whirlpool, and don't ask why Qin Lang cried when he was unconscious.The wind in the whirlpool seemed to be mixed with something special. The wounds on Qin Lang's body were stained with fluorescent light. Lang Qianxing did not dare to give Qin Lang any medicine before he woke up.Qin Lang lost a lot of blood that his lips were almost transparent. His lips moved, This is the white firefly split soul wind. There are countless fireflies in the wind. Once a wound is open, the fireflies will attach to the wound, making the wound unable to heal, and slowly devours the soul of the person.Lang Qianxing was once again angry and resentful. He held Qin Lang's hand tightly and hurt Qin Lang's injury. When he saw Qin Lang frowning in pain, he let go, and said angrily, Since you know that, why don't you protect yourself? If something happens to you, I will bury myself along with you.Qin Lang frowned and looked at him displeasedly: I didn't say there is no cure.Lang Qianxing kept his face calm and said nothing.Qin Lang was also angry, his tone was like an order: There is a soul grass under the wind. The grass leaves are blue and black, one foot long, and each grass has only three leaves. You go find it.Lang Qianxing immediately got up from the ground and set up a barrier around Qin Lang before leaving.Qin Lang looked blankly at the white figure before he found the grass, then he walked two steps away and returned to him within ten seconds.Below the abyss, the ground is full of soul grass. At first glance, it looks like a weed which doesn't look like an immortal grass with any miraculous healing property.Lang Qianxing's face was still dark. He took the grass and asked him, How to use it?It can be applied externally or taken internally. Qin Lang was leaning on Lang Qianxing's package and covered with Lang Qianxing's robe. Just as he was about to get up to pick up the grass, Lang Qianxing pressed his shoulders.He saw Lang Qianxing folded the grass and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and leaned in front of Qin Lang with a dark face, pinched his chin, and gave it to Qin Lang's mouth.The leaves of the soul grass are like blades, which can easily pierce skin. Lang Qianxing obviously didn't want Qin Lang to inflict any more injuries, so he chewed it and fed him. Qin Lang tasted mint and blood.The smell of soul grass is very similar to mint, and those fireflies hate this smell. As long as one eats and uses their qi to push its smell into their body, those fireflies that enter the wound will come out of the wound. After that, apply the grass juice to the wound to prevent the blood from attracting new fireflies.The treatment is very simple, but generally speaking, when they reached the bottom of the abyss, those who entered the whirlpool were already cut into pieces by those winds, so they wouldn't even get to see the soul grass at all.After being fed several times like this, Qin Lang's originally pale face inevitably showed some pink.Qin Lang looked at the fresh wound on Lang Qianxing's mouth. Seeing that he was going to repeat it, he hurriedly said, It's enoughHearing his words, Lang Qianxing put down the grass and instead came to strip Qin Lang's clothes.Qin Lang ducked unnaturally.Lang Qianxing sighed deeply, his voice softened, Master, your wound is important. I'm not mad at you, I'm angry at myself. It's my uselessness that hurts master. I lost my mind so I didn't notice that Yun Hua had brought me to the vicinity of the whirlpool.Master didn't take me with him when he left. When I think about it, I feel like I can't help anything, I was only a burdenI'm really useless. I can't even tell the real from the fakeQin Lang opened his mouth but didn't know how to comfort him so that he wouldn't blame himself. Of course he knew what Lang Qianxing was referring to was the Yun Jue' lying in a pool of blood. Lang Qianxing knew that Yun Hua was not a kind person, probably because Yun Hua saw that he was close to him so he suspected that Yun Hua killed him because of love and hatred. He then fought against Yun Hua because of old hatred too.Maybe Yun Hua also took into account his image in front of his disciples at that time. Instead of killing Lang Qianxing directly, he quietly took him to the whirlpool. He wanted to kill him without a trace, but Qin Lang turned back. At the end of the day, it's the same sentence that confusion follows care. Because he cares too much, even if it's a fake, Lang Qianxing is still stimulated by the scene of the person he loves dying beside him.Recalling how he felt holding that bloody man, Qin Lang also had a lot to say and ask. He took a deep breath, but just silently watched Lang Qianxing carefully take off his blood-stained clothes and allow his wound to be exposed to the air.Okay. Qin Lang felt that all the fireflies in his body had come out, but he had lost some blood again, so his face could be said to be pale. He can't use blood-enriching medicinal pills for this process. The fireflies like blood, and the more they are replenished, the less they want to come out. The loss of blood, even if Qin Lang doesn't have a mortal body, iIt's still very uncomfortable.Hearing that, Lang Qianxing hurriedly put a blood-enhancing pill for him, wiped all his wounds with the juice leaves of the soul grass, then applied medicine and bandages it. He put Qin Lang's clothes on, then held him in his arms and raised his own temperature to warm Qin Lang's cold body.Soul Splitting Wind is a prodigy killer. In the painful process of being torn apart by the wind, it can use their soul to recall everything in their past, even the small things that were forgotten deep in their sea of consciousness, orthe deliberately forgotten past. As it ends, it completely shatters their soul and turns them into nourishment for the fireflies.The abyss under this gully is where the male protagonist in the original story finds another golden finger. Although like many male protagonists of fantasy novels, he can get good things that others cannot ask for at once, but the above description was gotten from the verge of dying, almost destroying their soul.It was just a simple sentence, but Qin Lang couldn't just watch his husband suffer. Relying on his own system to block pain, he used most of his cultivation to protect Lang Qianxing, but he didn't expect that this wind is really domineering, it actually affects him.If there is no system that can detect that the host's soul is in danger of being attacked and provide barrier protection in time, Qin Lang may really experience what is called pain from the soul.Thinking like this, Qin Lang suddenly understood why Lang Qianxing was so angry. His understatement, his calm and indifferent, in Lang Qianxing's eyes, was irresponsible to himself.Don't you ever think about the feeling that Lang Qianxing survived unscathed, but was guarding a corpse covered in bruises?It's suffocating despair.Qin Lang sighed deeply and smiled bitterly in his heart. I can also understand why I say the words that I forgot at that time.Because of loving too deeply, once the person who can't let the deep love leaves, it becomes hate, so forget, but in the end it's just angry words. He still hopes that person can stay by his side regardless of others' feelings and never leave.However, Qin Lang has only one problem now, a very mysterious one.He is now almost certain that Jiang Chengzhou is his man, and the dream he has had for several years has indeed happened, and that Qin Lang is also him.The story is very simple. He grew up in a rich family and was outstanding from childhood to adulthood. When he was eighteen years old, he and Jiang Chengzhou met and fell in love. When the relationship between the two was the most fiery, Jiang Chengzhou had a car accident and left him. He seemed to be too emotional, and then he fainted or something, after that he had no memory of what happened.He can remember the family he grew up in, the school he grew up in, and his friends, they were completely different from his real world. But those two lives, he knew very well that it was him.So the question is, is that a past life story? Qin Lang couldn't help but think too much. Could it be that he was a character living in a world of quick transmigration. When they tell him to capture the target person, in fact, he was the one who was captured?He added hundreds of thousands of words in his mind. Maybe Jiang Chengzhou's world was his first world. Because the system mechanism was not perfect, it was common for the host to leave the world to complete the task, so the raider Jiang Chengzhou died in order to save him. However, Jiang Chengzhou found that he seemed to really fall in love with Qin Lang', thus he went back to get some black technology for example, hacking the rules made by the lord god, take away Qin Lang's' soul and put him into multiple worlds. Then he took Qin Lang' again to take him out of those virtual worlds completelyThe more Qin Lang thought about it, the more he could not stop, and he was seriously wondering whether he was the product of a novel from an author, and also doubted whether his main world was a virtual world.The system detected that the host was in a chaotic mood and had great mental fluctuations. Twenty-five had already fallen asleep, so zerozero, who he had not seen for a long time, still had a sweet and soft voice, but his tone revealed his speechlessness: Hostyou think too much.Qin Lang's fantasies, which were continuing to make up in his mind madly, came to an abrupt end: Zerozero is very euphemistic: It's very late, host, your body is still injured, rest early! Andit's okay to read less novels.Emmm Embarrassed, he only gave a polite smile.Zerozero said that he was stupid because he read novels, which reminded him of his fantasy, very retarded.T/N: LOL When one reads too many novels, they can make up a story from every little sign they found.
