Before the end of this autumn, Shen Cheng's brows were lingering with extreme death, and Lu Shenxing witnessed him dying a little bit.
Wei Young was more silent than before, and the smile that had always been on Liu Huo's face disappeared. Whether it was for the castle owner, for himself, or for the Youlong Fort, everyone was worried.
The person involved was extremely calm and calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Lu Shenxing thought that Shen Cheng would not be able to wait for winter, but Shen Cheng just survived for a year, which was beyond his expectation.
On the day of the Lantern Festival, every household in the city put on lanterns and festoons, and it was very festive. The dull air of Youlongbao also faded a little with the sound of fireworks.
The kitchen was full of heat. A dozen cooks were preparing dinner. Lu Shenxing leaned on the edge of the table, his chopsticks kept holding the newly picked Floating Yuanzi, blowing it into his mouth three or two times.
"Madam, this is stuffed with lard." The middle-aged man brought two hot plates of Fuyuanzi over. "This is stuffed with sesame seeds."
Lu Shenxing's voice was vague, "Wrap another plate of sesame seeds, and put less sugar."
"Hey!" The middle-aged man answered and quickly ordered someone to do it.
The empty stomach finally became more comfortable. Lu Shenxing wiped his mouth and sighed in contentment. When Yu Guangming reached the golden floating Yuanzi, he strode over, "Is it the sweet-scented osmanthus filling?"
The middle-aged man nodded, nervously flicking Fu Yuanzi in the oil pan. He was in a hurry and forgot to wipe the water on the chopsticks. As soon as he put it in, he made a loud sizzle and hot oil splashed all over.
Lu Shenxing pulled down his sleeves to cover the back of his hands, smiled and comforted, "It's okay."
"Madam, small..." The middle-aged man was very guilty. He suddenly looked behind Lu Shenxing, his face was as scared as seeing a ghost.
Lu Shenxing turned his head, he didn't see the ghost, he saw Shen Cheng.
The kitchen was instantly enveloped by a cold atmosphere, everyone knelt on the ground, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.
The broken meridians in the body were retrograde, and Shen Cheng's chest rose and fell sharply, his breathing was rapid, the blue veins on his forehead bulged, and his complexion was distorted.
Upon seeing this, Lu Shenxing immediately went to pull Shencheng, but he was still a step too late, and a warm liquid|body splashed on the back of his neck, he turned around, and the middle-aged man who was talking to him just now died of breath.
The blood bubbling on the ground was disgusting, and no one dared to scream.
Lu Shenxing's face was pale, he took a deep breath, biting his scalp and approaching, his face was bloodied by the violent burst of innocent energy around Shen Cheng.
Holding Shen Cheng's hand, Lu Shenxing ignored the blood flowing to his chin, and the smell of blood leaked from his throat, "I am here."
Shen Cheng's hideous bloodthirsty eyes had a trace of clarity, and he clenched Lu Shenxing tightly, and wiped the blood from his face with the other hand, with an imperceptible pleading in his voice, "Go back."
The hot pain came from the place where he was scalded, and Lu Shenxing cursed in his heart. He forgot how many similar martial arts rolls he had chosen. He would be the protagonist of the disaster film without martial arts and internal power.
What happened that day did not flow out of the kitchen, and the blood on the ground was cleaned up. Everyone was still busy with the things at hand, as if nothing had happened.
The smell of medicine on Lu Shenxing's body became stronger and stronger, and even he himself felt that he would die in Shen Cheng's hands at any time.
Spring flowers bloom, this world is their world.
Shen Cheng was so thin and breathing intermittently. Lu Shenxing sat on the bedside, rubbing his fingers. The first time he met this person was a coincidence, the second time was fate, and there shouldn't be a third time.
"I spoil you for the rest of my life, stay with you for the rest of my life, I don't want to see you again in the next life." Lu Shenxing squinted, his tongue swept around the wall of his mouth, using a volume that only he could hear.
The world is fake, people and things evolved from words, but feelings are true. Lu Shenxing was afraid that he would get lost in it and forgot his original intention, so he reminded himself every time he was about to relax.
If he forgot to remind one day, it would be a terrible thing.
He can't forget his identity and purpose. He must recognize that this is just a game. He has parents waiting, brothers and sisters, and a bunch of friends. Everything is to go back and return to his original life.
Lu Shenxing looked at the person in front of him, and he still remembered nothing well like the other person. Once things other than the task were involved, he would think more and worry a lot, which was not good.
The most frightening thing is one day when he confuses reality with illusion. Lu Shenxing looked at the injury on his arm. The old one had faded, and new ones were added. Such days are endless.
"222, is the goal of my two missions that the people you choose participated in?"
"Ding, Mr. Lu, this is not within the scope of work."
The answer was as unsatisfactory as expected, and Lu Shenxing found it quite boring, and felt very irritable to pass everything.
He thought more than once, maybe the soul in Shen Cheng's body was the same as him, worried about the progress of the task.
Shen Cheng opened his eyes, and his already indifferent face could still see the outline of the past, and there was a strong dark atmosphere, which made people fear and uneasy. Lu Shenxing faced it all the time and got used to it.
"When is it?"
"It's a moment in time." Lu Shenxing yawned and pinched the quilt on Shen Cheng's body. "Wait, it will dawn."
He suppressed the depression in his eyes, and for another year, staying with Shen Cheng, exhausting his patience, there was no movement at all, it seemed really hopeless.
Shen Cheng stretched out his hand to touch Lu Shenxing's cheek, slowly stroked it, and stopped at his neck, his eyes were covered by the black eyelashes, making him unclear.
"Is the sky bright?"
"almost."
After a while, Shen Cheng asked the same thing again, and the somewhat tired Lu Shenxing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he smelled the gloomy breath of dying talent from Shen Cheng.
"Don't be afraid" came from the ear, the hand on the neck tightened and deepened with a terrible force, Lu Shenxing's consciousness gradually dissipated, and the fingertips that held the back of Shen Cheng's hand violently grabbed it and slowly loosened it. It hung weakly.
At the moment when Lu Shenxing's breathing stopped, Shen Cheng lifted the corners of his lips and smiled contentedly, the joy he wished to achieve.
Along with his laughter, a system prompt sounded in Lu Shenxing's mind, "Ding, the second volume task is complete."
The already vulnerable meridians were finally shattered, and Shen Cheng Qiqiao was bleeding. He lay down quietly beside Lu Shenxing, clasping his fingers together, smiling, closing his eyes, and whispering, "I'm here."
The flames disturbed everyone in Youlongbao. They saw the skyrocketing fire rising from the Cuizhu Garden. The fire spread with the wind and swept away everything. Soon there was a ruin left there.
Its daybreak.
The next world is modern, uncles and nephews, no blood