too affectionate

Chapter 307
On the tightly closed eyes of the young man, the eyelids trembled slightly, telling that even if he passed out to the point of unconsciousness, the young man's heart would not be at peace.

The boy's white clothes were completely soaked in blood, and the whiteness could hardly be seen, but the boy's body could be seen trembling under the clothes, and it could be seen that the boy's body was left mottled and mottled on the couch. The blood stains on it dyed the moonlight on it red.

Just looking at the young man on the ground, the comer's eyes were already completely red.

Lying weakly on the ground, curling up to warm himself, but his god, his eternal Lord, the omnipotent ruler of the world.

The visitor has been with the boy for more than ten years, has seen too many hurdles that the boy almost couldn't get over, and seen too many times when the boy's wings were broken.

But no matter how tragic the situation is and how difficult it is, even an outsider like him feels hopeless. A scalding river.

Even if all the flesh and blood in his body were melted away, he still had a proud bone left, unbroken or cracked.

The visitor really thought that the young man was different from ordinary people. His flesh and blood, his blood, were completely different from ordinary people, so he could carry it over and over again.

He is a true God, how could he not do it.

But today, the visitor saw for the first time that behind those calm and breezy nights, there were nights where the moonlight was dyed red with blood and no one cared about it.

The true god also hurts, and the true god also shatters.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I'm sorry, I'm guilty, I'm guilty... I'm late... I made you suffer... I suffered..."

The visitor knelt on the ground, weeping and talking intermittently.

The young man who was almost 20 years old had tears falling on the ground like that, making small puddles one after another on the ground.

At the same time, the visitor spread out his left hand, and a cyan radiance lingered in his left hand, breaking the cold night.

"Your Majesty, please persevere, you persevere!"

While speaking, the visitor was about to push the blue light into the boy's body, trying to use his own strength to stabilize the boy's rapidly deteriorating body.

However, at the moment when the blue radiance was about to enter the young man's body, a faint voice slowly came from before him.

"Zhanshu...stop..."

It was the boy's voice, fragile and weak, clear with blood.

As soon as he heard this voice, even though Gong Jue Chanshu was anxious to save the boy, he immediately stopped all his movements, like a subconscious conditioned reflex.

The cyan radiance gradually withdrew, and the night swept over again, wreaking havoc.

"Yes... Your Majesty..." Gong Juezhan bit his lips desperately, trying his best not to let the boy hear his crying, but the tears kept falling and falling.

The boy on the ground slowly opened his eyes.As soon as he opened it, his eyes fell on the ground blankly, unbiased, empty, and the silence was terrifying.

Only then did Gongjue Zhanshu realize something, and immediately got up from the ground, went to the bed, picked up the thin sheet, unfolded it and covered the boy's body, and asked, "My lord...is this better?" , is it still cold?"

"It's not cold anymore." The boy replied flatly without even thinking about it, but his voice was still trembling.

Gongjue Zhanshu naturally didn't believe it, but he could no longer find other heating objects in this empty and simple house.

So Gong Jue Chanshu didn't even think about it, and immediately started to untie the strap of his cloak, trying to take off the cloak and put it on the boy.

However, Gong Jue Zhanshu only took off half of it, and then he heard the boy order again: "Put it on."

It is short and majestic, making Gong Jue Zhanshu really irresistible.

Gong Jue Chanshu's movements froze in the air, but he still wanted to fight again, "But your lord, you just sweated so much, and your body began to cool down again. It's cold time, why don't you wear more clothes?" !"

The young man raised his eyes slightly, and fell into Gong Jue Zhanshu's eyes, "Don't you listen to me now?"

The boy's voice was obviously very soft, and he couldn't even hear the meaning of blame, but Gongjue Zhanshu instantly felt that the words were like a huge rock, and instantly pressed on his shoulders, crushing him with a "plop" on the ground.

"Zhan Shu didn't dare! Zhan Shu didn't dare! It was Zhan Shu who spoke rudely, please be punished by Your Majesty!"

The young man glanced at him lightly, neither happy nor sad, "Help me up."

Hearing this, Gong Jue Chanshu immediately stepped forward to help the young man up, but when he just arrived in front of the young man, the young man first stretched out his pale five fingers, and pulled the cloak that was half hanging from Gong Jue Chanshu's body from behind. Pull it forward and help him get dressed.

Just pulling on a cloak, the young man's pale hands showed several conspicuous veins.

"Put on well, it's cool."

The boy said softly.

"Hey!" Gongjue Zhanshu responded, his eyes that had calmed down a little earlier turned red again, and he carefully reached behind the boy and helped him up.

Only then did Jue Zhanshu realize that his master was as light and fragile as a feather.

Gong Jue Zhanshu helped the boy up and leaned against the edge of the bed, and then pulled the quilt back, and then sat cross-legged on the ground beside him, quietly accompanying him.

He originally wanted to pour a cup of hot water for the young man, but found that there was not even a cup or kettle in the room, not to mention hot water.

The two sat quietly in the moonlight, neither of them spoke.

The young man put his hands on one of his legs, his head was slightly lowered, but his body stood upright.

Decadent and proud.

After a long time, Gongjue Zhanshu broke the silence first, he was too anxious to know.

"Your Majesty... have you... have you passed this year's calamity of Ku Zhuan's backlash?"

Gong Jue Zhanshu raised his head, his eyes were eager, but he asked cautiously.

The boy with his head down slightly nodded, and replied with a hoarse voice, "Yes."

"That's good, that's good..." Gong Jue Zhanshu nodded again and again, but there seemed to be something choked in his throat, which made him slur his words.

Gong Jue Zhanshu is very clear about what he has experienced.

The seal of Ku Zhuan sealed more than half of the previous life's sage Jingshi Maha's lifelong cultivation in the young man's Xinshu acupoint. No matter how he grew up, the young man could not bear the power for more than ten years.

Fortunately, the boy's internal strength is far superior to that of his peers, and he can barely maintain the strong power of the seal on weekdays.But the seal of Ku Zhuan has a backlash cycle, and there will be a day in a year when the power is particularly strong, which is far beyond the limit that the young man can bear.

And the most serious backlash day in that cycle is today.

This day is the happiest and most hopeful Shengxuan Festival in the world. It is the anniversary of the death of Jing Shajialan's mother, the day when Jing Shajialan sealed his father and was also sealed by his father, and it is Jing Shajialan's own birthday.

(End of this chapter)