Chapter 27
Before the end of this autumn, a heavy aura of death lingered between Shen Cheng's brows, and Lu Shenxing witnessed him approaching death little by little.
Weiyang was more silent than before, and the smile that was always on Liuhuo's face was gone. Whether it was for the castle lord, himself, or Youlong Castle, everyone was worried.
The person involved was extremely calm and composed, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Lu Shenxing thought Shen Cheng would not be able to wait until winter, but Shen Cheng managed to survive the whole year, which was beyond his expectations.
On the Lantern Festival, every household in the city was decorated with lights and it was very festive. The gloomy atmosphere in Youlong Fort also faded a little with the sound of fireworks and firecrackers.
The kitchen was filled with heat as a dozen cooks were preparing dinner. Lu Shenxing leaned against the edge of the table, constantly picking up the freshly fished out floating yuanzi with his chopsticks, blowing on them a few times before stuffing them into his mouth.
"Madam, this is stuffed with pork and lard." The middle-aged man brought over two plates of steaming hot fuyuanzi. "This is stuffed with sesame."
Lu Shenxing's voice was unclear. "Make another plate of sesame ones and use less sugar."
"Hey!" The middle-aged man responded and quickly ordered someone to do it.
His empty stomach finally felt better. Lu Shenxing wiped his mouth and sighed contentedly. He caught a glimpse of the golden Fu Yuanzi from the corner of his eye and strode over. "Is it filled with osmanthus?"
The middle-aged man nodded and nervously fiddled with the floating yuanzi in the frying pan. In his haste, he forgot to wipe the water off the chopsticks, and as soon as he put them in, there was a loud sizzling sound and hot oil splashed everywhere.
Lu Shenxing pulled his sleeve down to cover the back of his hand, smiled and said soothingly, "It's okay."
"Madam, I..." The middle-aged man felt very guilty. He suddenly looked behind Lu Shenxing, and the expression on his face was as terrified as if he had seen a ghost.
Lu Shenxing turned around and didn't see the ghost, but he saw Shen Cheng.
The kitchen was suddenly shrouded in a cold atmosphere. Everyone knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.
The damaged meridians in his body were flowing backwards, Shen Cheng's chest was heaving violently, his breathing was rapid, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his face was distorted.
Seeing this, Lu Shenxing immediately went to pull Shen Cheng, but he was still a step too late. Warm liquid splashed on the back of his neck. He turned around and found that the middle-aged man who had just spoken to him had died.
The bubbling blood on the ground was disgusting, and no one dared to scream.
Lu Shenxing's face turned pale. He took a deep breath and moved closer with his head held high. His face was scratched with blood from the violent explosion of true energy around Shen Cheng.
Holding Shen Cheng's hand, Lu Shenxing ignored the blood flowing down his chin, and the bloody taste emanated from his throat. "I'm here."
Shen Cheng's ferocious and bloodthirsty eyes cleared up a bit. He held Lu Shenxing tightly, and wiped the blood off his face with his other hand. There was a barely perceptible pleading in his voice, "Go back."
A burning pain came from the burned area, and Lu Shenxing cursed in his heart. He had forgotten how many similar martial arts volumes he had chosen. If he didn't know martial arts and had no internal strength, he would be the protagonist of a disaster movie.
What happened that day did not spread out of the kitchen. The bloodstains on the floor were cleaned up, and everyone was still busy with the work at hand, as if nothing had happened.
The smell of medicine on Lu Shenxing's body became stronger and stronger, and even he felt that he would die at Shen Cheng's hands at any time.
When spring comes and flowers bloom, this piece of heaven and earth is their world.
Shen Cheng was extremely thin, his breathing was intermittent. Lu Shenxing sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his fingers. The first time he met this person was a coincidence, the second time was fate, and there probably wouldn't be a third time.
"I'll spoil you for this life, accompany you for this life, but I don't want to see you again in the next life." Lu Shenxing narrowed his eyes and swept his tongue along the inner wall of his mouth, speaking in a volume that only he could hear.
The world is fake, people and things are evolved from words, but feelings are real. Lu Shenxing is afraid that he will get lost in it and forget his original intention, so he reminds himself every time he is about to relax.
If he forgets to remind her one day, it will be a terrible thing.
He cannot forget his identity and purpose, and must realize that this is just a game. He has parents waiting for him, brothers and sisters, and a group of good friends. Everything is for the purpose of going back, back to his original life.
Lu Shenxing looked at the person in front of him and found that he was just like the other person. It was better not to remember anything. Once he was involved in things other than the mission, he would think too much and have too many concerns, which was not good.
The most terrifying thing is that one day reality and illusion will be confused. Lu Shenxing looked at the wound on his arm. The old one has faded, and new ones have appeared. This kind of day will never end.
"222, are the targets of my two missions participated by the people you selected?"
"Ding, Mr. Lu, this is not within the scope of work."
The answer was as unsatisfactory as expected. Lu Shenxing felt it was quite boring and annoyed at being passive in everything.
He thought more than once that maybe the soul in Shen Cheng's body was also worried about the progress of the mission like him.
Shen Cheng opened his eyes, and his already cold face still showed the outline of his past, but with a strong dark aura that made people feel frightened and uneasy. Lu Shenxing faced it all the time and was used to it.
"What time is it?"
"One quarter past the hour of Yin." Lu Shenxing yawned and pinched the quilt on Shen Cheng's body. "Wait a little longer, it will be dawn."
He suppressed the depression in his eyes. Another year had passed. He had been accompanying and guarding Shencheng, which had exhausted his patience. There was no movement at all in that 5%. It seemed that there was really no hope.
Shen Cheng reached out to touch Lu Shenxing's cheek, stroking it slowly, and stopped at his neck. The things under his eyes were covered by the black eyelashes and could not be seen clearly.
"Is it daybreak?"
“Almost.”
After a while, Shen Cheng asked the same question again. The tired Lu Shenxing's pupils suddenly shrank. He smelled the dark aura of a dying person from Shen Cheng.
A voice called "Don't be afraid" came from his ears, and the hand on his neck tightened with a terrifying force. Lu Shenxing's consciousness gradually faded. The fingertips that were holding Shen Cheng's hand scratched it hard, then slowly loosened and fell down weakly.
The moment Lu Shenxing stopped breathing, Shen Cheng raised the corners of his lips and smiled contentedly, feeling the joy of a wish being fulfilled.
As he laughed, a system notification sounded in Lu Shenxing's mind: "Ding, the second volume mission is completed."
The meridians that had long been vulnerable finally shattered, and Shen Cheng bled from all seven orifices. He lay quietly beside him, fully clothed, interlocking his fingers with Lu Shenxing's. He smiled, closed his eyes, and whispered, "I'm coming."
The flames alarmed everyone in Youlong Castle. They saw a huge fire rising from Cuizhu Garden. The fire spread with the wind, sweeping away everything. Soon, only ruins were left there.
It's dawn.
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