Pan Shu didn't even look at it, but just frowned her beautiful eyebrows and gently touched her long-dead heart.
"Why does it still hurt here?" She lowered her eyes. "If I cut it out, will it stop hurting?"
The knuckles of Fu Ce's fingers gripping the umbrella handle turned white.
He said with difficulty: "I'll take you down the mountain."
Pan Shu laughed at herself and said, "I won't bother you, Daojun."
She opened her umbrella and staggered slowly down the mountain. The road was wet, cold and long, and it seemed like it would never end.
Fu Ce watched quietly as her figure became smaller and smaller.
He slowly closed his eyes.
"This time you can go back to your heavenly ways without worry."
The voice in my ear rang again.
Fu Ce looked expressionlessly in the direction where Ban Shu left. That look was a farewell, and it seemed as if he wanted to remember her deeply in his soul.
That love that transcends life and death.
It will be completely erased from his memory.
He continued to be the heavenly being without emotions and desires.
But she is more important.
Nothing is more important than her...
Fu Ce said hoarsely, "Yeah."
Overnight, the people at the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain discovered that Fu Ce had become a different person.
He was dressed in white, pure and elegant, like a banished immortal without any emotions or desires.
"Senior Brother Fu Ce... Miss Ban Shu is missing!" A disciple came hurriedly to report. Who doesn't know that Fu Ce has a little girl whom he loves deeply?
Whenever people in the Taoist temple saw Pan Shu, they were very respectful, fearing that Fu Ce would come with a sword and chop off their heads at the next moment!
But only a woman like Pan Shu can pick this high-ranking flower, right?
Fu Ce frowned and said, "Go and practice. There's no need to report such trivial matters to me."
"A small matter?" The disciple was stunned.
But the cold and young exiled immortal had already gone far away.
…
"Shushu, Shushu..." He Qing's hair was disheveled, with a strand of black hair blown to his cheek by the wind. However, after not seeing him for a while, he looked terribly thin, and his handsome face was pale and bloodless. "I have refined the medicine..."
He spoke incoherently, "Shushu, come home with me, okay?"
His blood can save her.
After countless times of dark and painful suffering, He Qing finally saw a glimmer of hope.
His eyes lit up slightly.
Pan Shu looked at him numbly, then nodded indifferently.
It doesn't matter who it is.
Such an attitude made He Qing's nose feel sore.
"Did... Fu Ce hurt you?"
When the name was mentioned, the girl's quiet eyes moved.
He Qing resisted the urge to cut Fu Ce into pieces, and slowly carried the girl on his thin back, walking along the snow with her slowly back home.
The moonlight fell on him.
The wound on the exposed arm was shocking.
Countless hideous wounds were spread across his body.
There were even some wounds that were still oozing blood.
There's not even a scab.
Pan Shu lowered her eyes and saw that the same thing was happening on his neck and under his clothes.
——Scarred.
She stretched out her cold fingertips, pressed the long, ugly scar on his neck, and said slowly: "Does it hurt?"
He Qing's body stiffened slightly, and he nodded, "It hurts a lot."
The process of becoming a medicine man is so painful that I want to die every moment.
His body was cold, devoid of all warmth.
The internal organs are corroded by various poisons.
But he wanted her to be alive so much.
I never thought of giving up for a moment.
I never even thought of giving up.
He thought to himself, "Is this retribution? He once wanted to turn her into a medicine man, but now, he just wants her to be safe, healthy, and happy for the rest of her life..."
As for him.
He is already a useless person.
"It hurts..." Banshu repeated softly.
She bent her lower lip slightly, it hurts.
The original furnishings of her room had not been changed at all, and there was not a speck of dust.
He Qing gently placed her on the bedside and said, "Be good, I'll go make some medicine for you."
But Pan Shu curled her lips coldly: "Stop pretending, isn't the so-called medicine just your blood?"
She paused, then continued cruelly, "He Qing, why did you start loving me only when I didn't love you anymore? Why when I loved you, you were so dismissive, playing with and trampling on my sincerity, and when I didn't love you anymore, you started loving me again...are you a jerk?"
He Qing explained in a panic: "I love you... I have always loved you, but I didn't realize it. I'm sorry, I'm too stupid..."
He held Banshu's hand tightly, as if using up all his strength.
"You can do whatever you want to me, as long as you stay with me, no matter what happens."
Pan Shu suddenly smiled, and her beautiful eyes lost their deadness and became extremely bright. "Then can you be a dog beside me?"
He Qing agreed almost without hesitation.
He half-knelt at Pan Shu's feet, kissing her fair feet devoutly, his voice hoarse: "Humiliate me, order me, it's all right... Master."
Pan Shu's expression turned stern, and she pressed her delicate little bare feet against his chest. She said viciously, "I didn't ask you to kiss me. It's so disgusting."
She has beautiful feet.
If someone with a foot fetish sees it, he will definitely want to play with it day and night.
He Qing lowered his eyes, "Master needs to take medicine."
Under the candlelight, his pale face flushed with a strange blush. He lay meekly at Banshu's legs, trying to get some sympathy from her.
Seeing her acquiescence.
A green light appeared at He Qing's fingertips.
His fingertips slowly slid down towards the wrist, and soon the priceless ice jade bowl was filled with scarlet blood.
There is a strange and amazing beauty in the slight swaying.
Panshu was somewhat resistant to drinking human blood.
But under He Qing's moist eyes, she hesitated for two seconds and then finished the drink in three or two gulps.
Ben's slightly pale lips were instantly stained red with blood.
He Qing suddenly stood up, supported himself on the edge of the bed with his big hands, and gently hooked a drop of blood from the corner of her lips into his mouth with the tip of his moist, crimson tongue. Finally, he licked his lips as if to savor the taste.
He is delicate and handsome.
After losing some weight, the lines of his facial features became sharper.
So beautiful that it is hard to tell whether it is male or female.
He nuzzled Panshu gently, and in a hoarse voice that only Panshu could hear, he said, "Little dog, come and help your master sleep, okay?"
Pan Shu met his gaze with a half-smile.
He Qing discovered this to his disappointment.
She didn't love him at all anymore.
There is not even any hatred.
In her world, he really became dispensable.
This discovery caused He Qing's blood to rush back, and his already cold body felt even colder and stiffer.
"Okay." She casually put her arms around He Qing's neck, her eyes seductive, "Pleasure me."
The young man's slender fingertips lifted her collar and slowly peeled off her clothes. In the end, his fingers trembled slightly, and she appeared completely before him.
It's stunningly beautiful.
He leaned over.
He Qing spoke vaguely: "Master..."
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