Qin Lang had a long dream that seemed to have no end.

Heartbeat, joy, sourness, and piercing pain, each of which is very real.

"You still have to go, you still have to leave me, I hate you!"

"Since you knew you were going to leave, why did you come to provoke me?"

"Okay, as you wish, let's go, I will forget you completely, Jiang Chengzhou..."

The scene was chaotic. Qin Lang was holding a **** man in his arms. He didn't know if the words just came from his own mouth. The bright red blood on his hands pierced his eyes fiercely. Hot and hot tears, involving the tearing pain of the 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 sight. 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, and when he opened them again, his dazedness had turned into clarity. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he said, "What are you doing? Are you going to cry?"

Lang Qianxing's eyes were red, and he really wanted to cry. He wanted to hug Qin Lang, but Qin Lang was covered in scars and he didn't dare to touch him.

"Master..." Lang Qianxing had a lot to say, but looking at those clean eyes, he didn't want to say anything, 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 was in a coma because he dreamed and cried.

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.

There was a lot of blood loss, Qin Lang's lips were almost transparent, he moved his lips, "This is the white firefly split soul wind. There are countless fireflies in the wind, once a wound is cut, the fireflies can attach to the wound. , so that the wound cannot heal, and slowly devours the soul of man."

Lang Qianxing was angry and angry, and he held Qin Lang's hand tightly, and it 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 you have any trouble, I will definitely die for you."

Qin Lang frowned and looked at him displeasedly: "I didn't say there is no cure."

Lang Qianxing kept his face sullen and said nothing.

Qin Lang was also angry, and 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 can 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 before walking two steps away, and returned to him within ten seconds.

Under the abyss, the ground is full of soul grass. At first glance, it looks like a weed, but it doesn't look like a fairy grass with any miraculous curative effect.

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 pillowed 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.

I saw Lang Qianxing folded the grass and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and leaned in front of Qin Lang with a stinky face, pinched his chin, and fed it into Qin Lang's mouth.

The leaves of the soul grass are like blades, which can easily cut the 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 you eat it, use your spiritual power to push its smell into the body, and those fireflies that enter the flesh and blood can come out of the wound. Then apply grass juice to the wound to prevent the blood from attracting new fireflies.

Treatment is very simple. But generally speaking, when they reach the bottom of the abyss, those who enter the vortex have already been smashed into pieces by those winds, and they can't see the soul grass at all.

After being fed several tablets 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 had to repeat it, he hurriedly said, "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, and his voice softened, "Master, the injury is important. I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself. It's my uselessness that hurts the master. I lost my mind. , I didn't notice that Yunhua was brought into the vicinity of the whirlpool."

"Master didn't take me with him when he left. When I think about it, I feel that I can't help anything, it will only be a drag... I'm really useless, I can't even tell the truth from the fake..."

Qin Lang opened his mouth and didn't know how to comfort him so that he wouldn't blame himself. Of course, he knew exactly what Lang Qianxing was referring to. It was the "Yun Jue" lying in a pool of blood. Lang Qianxing knew that Yunhua was not a kind person, and it was estimated that Yunhua saw that he was close to him, and suspected that Yunhua killed him because of love and hatred, so he fought against Yunhua because of old hatred.

Maybe Yunhua 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. .

In the end, it's the same sentence that cares is messed up, because he cares too much, even if it's a fake, Lang Qianxing is still stimulated by the picture of the person he loves dying beside him.

Recalling how he felt holding that **** man, Qin Lang also had a lot to say and ask, took a deep breath, but just silently watched Lang Qianxing carefully take off his blood-stained clothes and let him The wound is 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, and his face could be said to be pale. You can't use blood-enriching medicinal pills for this process. Fireflies like blood, and the more they are replenished, the less they want to come out. The loss of blood, even if Qin Lang is not a mortal body, is 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, put on Qin Lang's clothes again, and carried him into the In his arms, he raised his temperature to warm Qin Lang's cold body.

Soul Splitting Wind is a wonderful killer. In the painful process of being torn apart by the wind, he can take his soul to recall everything in the past, even the small things that were forgotten in the deep sea of ​​consciousness, or... deliberately forgotten. 's past. And as an end, it completely shatters the soul and turns it into nourishment for the fireflies.

The abyss under this ravine is where the male protagonist in the original text 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 is on the verge of dying, almost dying.

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, and 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 calm, 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 had to say the words that I forgot at that time.

Because of too much love, the person who can't bear the deep love leaves. So hate, so I want to forget, but in the end it's just angry words, I hope that person can stay by his side because of such heartless words and never leave.

However, Qin Lang has only one problem now, a particularly 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 fiery, Jiang Chengzhou had a car accident and left him. He seemed to be too emotional, and then fainted or something, and he had no memory of what happened after that.

He can remember the family he grew up in, the school he grew up in, and his friends, completely different from his real world. But two lives, he knew very well, belonged to him.

So the question is, is this a past life story? Qin Lang couldn't help but open his mind. Could it be that he was a character living in the world of Kuai Chuan, and what told him to attack the target person, in fact, he was the one who was attacked?

He added hundreds of thousands of words in his brain. Maybe Jiang Chengzhou's world was his first world. Because the system mechanism was not perfect, it was a common host who needed 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", so he went back to get black technology (such as hacking the rules made by the Lord God), sliced ​​"Qin Lang"'s soul body, and put it into multiple worlds, and then he put "Qin Lang" again. Qin Lang" took him back and took him out of those virtual worlds...

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 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. Ling Ling, who had not seen him 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, who were continuing to make up his mind, came to an abrupt end: "..."

Zero zero 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 and polite smile.

Lingling said that he was stupid when he read novels, and reminded him of his fantasy, which was very mentally retarded.