Fallen oranges without snow
On the other side, Zhu Xun, who had taken the Rejuvenation Pill, felt the pain slowly dissipate and was gradually able to circulate his spiritual energy. Yao Guang carried the two of them home.
Having regained some strength, he placed Yuehua on the guest bed and then limped out to look for You Youju.
You Youju's gaze was filled with tears, her eyes red-rimmed, and her burning gaze made Zhu Xun's heart tighten.
Something's wrong. Nothing's right.
You Youju's expression didn't seem confident of victory; rather, it was as if they were about to perish together.
Yao Guang let out a howl and blocked his way. Zhu Xun pushed it away, but Yao Guang stubbornly grabbed the hem of his clothes again.
Zhu Xun stood still, clutching his chest, his eyes blazing: "If something happens to him, what's the point of us living?"
A faint red light flickered in his eyes, releasing a few drops of demonic energy.
Yao Guang let out a roar and crouched down with her back to Zhu Xun. Zhu Xun mounted the lion's back, gripped its mane tightly, and galloped away.
Pain, I can't breathe.
His mouth tasted of rust, and the breath he exhaled seemed to freeze instantly and pierce his lungs.
It hurts terribly.
"That kid has nothing on him, which means he's with you. I thought you were so hard to beat that you sent us here." The demonic cultivator with a missing arm sneered.
You Youju twitched the corner of her mouth and wiped away the bloodstains with her fingertip: "Why did the Regent send you here?"
The other demonic cultivator, whose face was half-bruised, was not so lenient. He squatted down and patted You Youju's face, saying, "Look at this little face, it's pitiful. What does the business of the demon race have to do with you?"
You Youju felt feverish from the cold, his black hair spread all over the ground, he felt dizzy, and his eyes involuntarily wanted to close.
"You have no spiritual power at all, yet you use your life force to drive the Crimson-Tailed Serpent Bone to fight against us who have spiritual power? Why bother?"
You Youju opened her eyes, and the demonic cultivator in front of her had become multiple illusions: "You... have... the wrong person."
The rotten-faced demonic cultivator stood up, stepped on You Youju's shoulder, kicked him over, and yanked off his magic bag: "So what?"
My face was buried in the snow, numb from the cold, and in so much pain that I couldn't move or groan.
The rotten-faced demonic cultivator cleaved the treasure pouch in two, and all the pills and herbs inside fell out. He swept them around with his foot a few times, seemingly unable to find what he was looking for.
"Oh shit."
With a muffled groan, You Youju was kicked far away again, leaving a trail of blood and mud in the snow.
You Youju painfully raised her head, her breath trembling, every breath causing pain to her internal organs.
"Ugh... Ah... It hurts..." You Youju curled up, her face flushed, and painful tears streamed down her face.
Even when the illness flares up, I've never felt this much pain. It's quite dramatic that I ended up in such a miserable state.
With the slightest movement, it felt as if his shoulders and knees were being torn apart.
It hurts...it hurts so much...
"Where is the stuff?" The rotten-faced demonic cultivator looked down at him.
You Youju could only frown, close her eyes tightly, and adjust her breathing slightly, completely unable to pay attention to how the person in front of her was going to punish her.
The man picked up the Red-tailed Serpent's bone: "I've long heard that the Red-tailed Serpent was killed by a wandering cultivator. I've always wanted to pay him a visit. I didn't expect it to be you. The Red-tailed Serpent's bone has lost its luster with you."
He held up the crimson-tailed snake bone: "I'll ask you one last time, where is the Floating Rain Spirit Jade?"
You Youju was already half-dead when she heard the words "Floating Jade Spirit Jade." Her pupils trembled. Who told them that the Floating Jade Spirit Jade was with her?!
*Snap!* A whip cracked.
You Youju reflexively turned her head to the side, but the whip did not fall on her. Instead, it struck the side, carving out a muddy ditch that was out of place with the snow-white skin.
"Damn it!! I didn't expect the serpent's soul bone to recognize a master." The rotten-faced demon cultivator said angrily, "You won't talk, huh? Then you can go on your way first. I'll burn down that house in the bamboo forest later. I don't believe I can't find it!"
One stab, straight into the chest.
You Ju opened her mouth in vain, unable to breathe. Blood gushed from her nose, and indistinct gasps escaped her throat.
"Youju!!!!" It was Zhu Xun's voice, but Youju's mind was already somewhat muddled.
The world spun around him, his head was buzzing, and mouthfuls of blood gushed from his mouth, choked him, and splattered onto his face.
A clanging sound of weapons clashing rang out. You Youju strained to look up and heard Song Song's voice. It seemed that the man from the Seventh General had been knocked away.
"Brother Ju! Brother Ju!" Song Song rushed over and saw the terrible scene. He couldn't help but gasp and his legs went weak.
"Zhu Xun! Don't go! Qi can handle this! Let's check on Brother Youju's injuries first!"
You Youju squinted, as if wanting to say something: "No..."
Song Song's face was streaked with tears as she leaned You Youju against her shoulder, saying, "Don't speak yet!"
This child has no sense of proportion.
Zhu Xun stumbled and crawled as if stepping on cotton, finally kneeling beside You Youju, trembling violently. Tears of blood streamed down her face as she murmured, "It's all my fault...it's all my fault..."
I acted like a child for once. Haha.
You Youju struggled to raise her hand, and Zhu Xun immediately took it, bending down and pressing her face against it: "Don't speak, Uncle, I will save you! I want to save you! I...I...how can I save you?!" There were two more breathless sobs as she cried, unable to catch her breath.
It hurts.
"I'm at my wit's end..." she managed to say, but couldn't catch her breath.
Zhu Xun's face was covered in blood and tears, his teeth were chattering, and he bit his lip so hard that he couldn't make a sound.
You Youju, who was always pure, always strong, and never forced, fell into the snow like a crane with broken wings, covered in blood and on the verge of death.
Song Song cried so hard she was convulsing, her beautiful face covered in mud. She wailed and kept rummaging through her Qiankun bag, trying to find a magic pill that could save her life.
He could tell that You Youju was indeed leaving.
You Youju seemed to catch her breath and poked Song Song with her finger: "Cold... get in the carriage... I... talk to Zhu Xun."
Song Song was right, Qi could indeed solve the problem. At this moment, he had already sheathed his knife, helped Song Song up, and glanced at You Youju with a complicated expression.
It turns out that before the seventh point, he was just hiding his true abilities.
Song Song wanted to say something more, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Zhu Xun's face covered in blood and tears, her eyes filled with crimson, and he was so frightened that he fell silent.
Qi couldn't bear to look at Song Song any longer, so he stubbornly helped Song Song back into the carriage, while he himself stood outside the carriage, looking around.
Hearing the sobbing from inside the car, You Youju burst out laughing for the first time ever, and blood splattered all over her face again.
Zhu Xun sobbed and wept, her beautiful rose-red color piercing through the barrier.
Looking at that smiling face, tears flowed even more freely. What could he possibly do? What could he possibly do for his immortal?
Tears of blood fell heavily onto You Youju's face and heart. Perhaps this is why he has never shed a tear in all these years.
You Youju wanted to raise her hand to cover Zhu Xun's eyes, but she couldn't muster the strength: "...come at me..."
The bleeding wouldn't stop, and he managed to utter a few more words: "Hide...hide well...don't cry." He felt he was going to die.
Is this the end of death? All the pain has gone numb, leaving only Zhu Xun's sorrowful face clutching his shattered heart.
Both faces were completely disfigured.
Zhu Xun trembled, trembling. He pulled out the dagger from You Youju's sleeve, and came up with a desperate measure. He lifted You Youju's head and held him in his arms: "Uncle... you must be in a lot of pain right now, right?" He raised the dagger, but in the end, he pointed it at his own chest.
"Let us live and die together."
As Yu Youju's vision grew darker, he clung tightly to the clothes that had fallen from the bamboo in the snow, mumbling the two words "no return in sight."
"wait for me."
You Youju did not move again. His body dissipated into the wind, and Zhu Xun futilely grasped at the air, but to no avail.
"Don't go...don't go..." Zhu Xun lowered his head, tightly clutching the woman in blue to his arms, trembling uncontrollably: "Please, gods, grant my wish...please, gods, grant my wish..."
This was his third time praying to a deity, and he was still completely clueless, still not knowing which deity he was praying to. He couldn't even recall their name. Of all the deities, he only recognized You Youju.
The first time, he prayed, "If there truly are gods, please grant me a full meal." He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and appeared devout. However, he knelt casually in the mountains, not in a temple.
The second one was a dilapidated temple, but no one knew which deity it belonged to, and the worship ended after a few days.
Then a celestial uncle appeared, who taught him martial arts and sent him to school. He also fed him well every day.
pale.
It seems that this time, Heaven is no longer merciful.
Yao Guang let out a mournful howl, its lament reaching the heavens. It dragged its legs and clung tightly to Zhu Xun.
He cried so loudly that Song Song hurriedly jumped down from the carriage, grabbed his wrist, and shook his head at him.
He cried so helplessly, his entire face buried in his blood-stained clothes, clutching the tattered garments that were indistinguishable from blood and tears, wailing incessantly, his heart breaking.
The world was a blanket of white, and the two flames were about to be extinguished.
His heart was like a desolate wilderness, a raging inferno, barren and desolate. He became his own sinner, erecting a lonely grave from which he would never return.
wait.
wait.
The demonic energy he had been hiding was no longer restrained and burst forth madly. Snow fell everywhere, and a huge demonic flame rose from the vast expanse of land. The wailing of countless ghosts took root in the boy's body. The spiritual pearl in the room trembled violently, as if it had received a summons, and flew out of the room, merging with the demonic energy and embedding itself in Zhu Xun's eyeball.
From then on, it became a complete, bright red Floating Rain Spirit Jade.
The sun shines brightly, the ice and snow melt away, and the first spring of my seventeenth year has finally arrived.
Beneath the cenotaph in the courtyard lies You Ju's old clothes. There are also two lonely long braids and an unpolished hairpin.
When Youyou woke up, she was still on an oxygen tank. The doctor was administering defibrillation.
"She's awake!"
"She's awake!"
You Youju was breathing heavily when she suddenly widened her eyes. The pain in her heart seemed to have not yet subsided, and her eyes were bloodshot.
After calming down, he realized he was back again. He smiled wryly and winked at Dr. Xu.
Dr. Xu said that he had been unconscious for so long that they almost thought he wouldn't make it.
He joked that he was always taking a walk on the edge of hell.
Suddenly, everything became quiet, except for the beeping of the medical equipment. He closed his eyes, and tears fell.
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