Chapter 170 Life and Death
Jiang Jiu was still thinking when his body was knocked away.
She had never heard Bai Ze shout so angrily, and it seemed that he was shouting the name of his enemy.
As for herself, although she couldn't see clearly, she didn't feel any pain in her body. She clearly felt a strong arm completely wrapped around her, and the chest she was leaning on was as hard as iron.
The next second, Jiang Jiu felt a warm and wet sensation in his hands, and a strong smell of blood lingered in his nose...
Jiang Jiu suddenly realized who was holding her.
He is injured!
A suppressed groan from the man came from above her head, but at this moment he used his other hand to tightly protect her head.
"Fojiang?"
When Jiang Jiu heard a familiar voice, she instantly realized that it was Fo Jiang who was hugging her. But the person who could make him so introverted and make him cry out in pain, how badly must he have been injured?
Just thinking about it made Jiang Jiu extremely worried, so she asked cautiously with a trembling voice.
"How are you....."
Fo Jiang's heavy breathing sounded above Jiang Jiu's head. Jiang Jiu felt that the wet area he touched was larger, and he was afraid that a lot of blood had been lost.
"I'm glad you're okay."
Fo Jiang must have suffered internal injuries from the severe blow. Jiang Jiu faintly heard the sound of him vomiting blood.
"Of course I'm fine, I'm asking you, how are you!"
Jiang Jiu's tone became hurried. She couldn't see anything now. She didn't know where the dazzling white light came from that could actually blind a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage.
"Don't worry, I'm fine..."
Fo Jiang was trying to comfort her, but his voice gradually became smaller and smaller, accompanied by bursts of coughing up blood, and he didn't look like anything was wrong at all.
Jiang Jiu heard again the sound of a sharp weapon entering the body and piercing the flesh.
"Who's attacking you?"
Jiang Jiu became even more worried about Fo Jiang. She struggled to get out of Fo Jiang's arms, but the weak and seriously injured Fo Jiang hugged her even tighter and even begged to her in a low voice.
"Don't move, please."
The man used to be gentle and easygoing. He believed that everything was just a passing cloud. He practiced Buddhism and did not want to be involved in worldly karma. But now he actually used the word "ask" to her.
Jiang Jiu calmed down. She knew that there must be a meaning to what Fo Jiang did, and if she struggled randomly, she might even cause him more trouble.
"I can't see... Can you tell me?"
Another sound of flesh being cut open and Fo Jiang's muffled groan made Jiang Jiu feel indescribably uncomfortable.
Fo Jiang laughed softly and did not answer Jiang Jiu's question.
He then asked Jiang Jiu a question in a weak voice.
"Have you ever really loved me?"
A weak breath surrounded Jiang Jiu, which was like a death flag, and made Jiang Jiu panic in an instant.
If it wasn't a matter of life and death, Fo Jiang, with his reserved personality, would never ask her such a straightforward question.
"You're injured, aren't you? I have some elixirs and 10,000-year-old ginseng here. I can save you..."
Jiang Jiu became anxious. She reached out to touch the Qiankun Ring on her hand, but found nothing.
Her voice also stopped at this moment.
Fo Jiang moved the hand that was protecting the back of Jiang Jiu's head with a soothing look, but it seemed that he was too weak, so he could only change from touching the head to gently stroking it.
"Answer me..."
He seemed to want to know the answer very much, so he asked again.
If Fo Jiang's head had not been leaning against her ear, his voice would have been too soft for anyone to hear.
Jiang Jiu felt that her clothes seemed to be soaked with Fo Jiang's blood, and the smell of blood surrounded the two of them.
"I love you, I loved you, really, please don't die."
Jiang Jiu couldn't calm down at all. Hearing that Fo Jiang was so weak and still wanted an answer from her, his voice was choked with sobs.
She just realized that when she wanted to use the spiritual power in her body, the spiritual power seemed to have disappeared.
It seemed as if I had never cultivated immortality and had become an ordinary person again.
"Um."
Fo Jiang seemed to be laughing, but also seemed not to be laughing. Jiang Jiu could no longer hear him.
But when she wanted to get out of Fo Jiang's arms, Fo Jiang still held her tightly, without any sign of letting go.
Even though he may have lost consciousness.
"Wake up, wake up!"
For the first time in her life, Jiang Jiu felt so helpless. She was being protected by someone and couldn't do anything. Even if he was about to die, she couldn't save him.
She even regretted it. If she had known not to play that game, she would have regretted it.
Will Fojiang be able to successfully become the Buddha Emperor, will he not die here, and will he not fall into depravity?
"sorry...."
Jiang Jiu couldn't break free from Fo Jiang's restraints and could only listen to the whistling wind, the sound of Fo Jiang's injury, etc. The emptiness and loneliness made him feel more desperate.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have provoked you."
The more Jiang Jiu thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Tears fell from her eyes. Regardless of whether he could hear her or not, she was apologizing to Fo Jiang who was protecting her.
"Only this... you are right."
Fo Jiang moved his fingers and tapped Jiang Jiu's head lightly, his weak voice revealing a hint of helplessness.
"I thought you were dead. I was so scared!"
Jiang Jiu was startled instantly and reached out to grab Fo Jiang's arm. He was extremely nervous.
"Don't say things like that again."
The tone of Fo Jiang's words sounded as if he was woken up by Jiang Jiu's words, and he felt helpless.
As time passed, Jiang Jiu could feel that Fo Jiang's breath was getting weaker and weaker. She was extremely anxious and wanted to use meditation or her imperceptible spiritual consciousness to contact Bai Ze or Xiao Lingying.
As long as they can call one, they can be saved.
All I can do now is wait quietly, and occasionally say a few words to Fo Jiang to confirm whether he is still conscious.
Jiang Jiu tried hard to contact Fo Jiang, and suddenly felt a vibration in his chest. Hearing such words made Jiang Jiu's nose sore for some reason.
"If I die, don't forget me."
Fo Jiang's voice was calm and gentle, without any resentment or regret, only indifference.
From the moment he protected Jiang Jiu, Fo Jiang never called himself a poor monk, and the unique compassion in his voice disappeared completely. Now he sounded like the young man before he entered Buddhism.
It was as if he was just an ordinary person, a mortal expressing his love to his sweetheart.
He is not a Buddhist cultivator, nor is he a saint, he is just himself.
When Jiang Jiu was silent, she was trying her best to find someone to help. Although she could not feel the existence of spiritual consciousness, she believed that things that existed would not disappear inexplicably.
"You won't die."
Jiang Jiu's tone was firm, as if he was speaking to Fo Jiang, but also as if he was speaking to himself.
"good."
Fo Jiang laughed softly again, not knowing whether he believed Jiang Jiu or was lamenting her naivety.
At the same time, Jiang Jiu felt Fo Jiang's blood splashing on her face again.
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