The one-way confinement set up by the Phantom Fire Burning Field can only be entered but cannot be exited. Even the Great Luo Immortal cannot come out within seventy-two hours.
And the Nine Heavens Holy Fire finally went out, leaving only the phantom fire burning without extinguishment. Jing Che was still unconscious, and the man holding her was silent, as motionless as a stone sculpture, with a forbearing look on his face.
pain.
Suddenly, without warning, his body shook, blood surged in his throat, and he suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood. When it was poured on the stone platform, it solidified into black in a moment.
Following his violent movements, the girl slipped out of his arms for a few minutes. Baili Fengjian tightened his arms and raised her, bringing her back into his arms. When he lowered his eyes, he saw that her eyelashes seemed to tremble.
Her eyes were finally filled with relief, and she leaned over to send a burst of vitality to her to help her regain her spiritual power. But just as they exhaled, her long eyelashes were like cicada wings brushing gently on her face, as subtle as a straw.
It floated down, but was heavy enough to crush a camel.
She woke up, but his lips didn't have time to leave.
Her beautiful peach eyes were reflected in his eyes, which were hazy, as if he could not see clearly through a layer of heavy fog. In an instant, he almost fell into the heavy fog and forgot to recover. After a long while, he straightened up pretending to be calm.
, his breath was slightly disordered, and he was speechless when his eyes met.
Eyes swiping slightly, Jing Che's gaze converged into a single point on Baili Fengjian. The look of disbelief on his weak face slowly turned into realization. Then he gave a wry smile and his voice was as low as a murmur, like a barren string.
A floating feather floated in the vast world: "Oh, even dreaming is so useless."
Baili Fengjian suddenly didn't consider the meaning of her words.
Her long hair fell lazily from his hands to her knees. Jing Che slowly closed her eyes, then opened them again. When she saw the same person in front of her, she stared blankly for a long time and raised her hand to touch his hair.
The rough texture of his stubble was so real in the palm of her hand. Her hands were so cold that they covered his face, and she said with a dazed expression: "I am really indomitable... I dream about it even if I don't want to, and it's so real."
Only then did Baili Fengjian understand that she thought she was dreaming when she saw him at this moment. She felt empty and even unwilling. Could it be that she had been so disappointed in him and concluded that he would not come to save her from dire straits?
He thought that his good intentions would at least win her forgiveness, but he didn't expect that they would all go to waste in the end. Feeling aggrieved and troubled by his pride, Baili Fengjian simply stopped explaining and let her think it was just a dream. There was a phantom fire behind him.
The burning pain on his back was overwhelming, his eyebrows were raised, his eyes were staring at nowhere, and Baili Fengjian pursed his lips without saying a word.
Unexpectedly, Jing Che half-opened his eyes and didn't even say hello. Suddenly, he hooked his arms around his neck. He leaned half of his body and leaned against his chest, with his chin resting weakly on his shoulder. After a few movements,
Jing Che was already panting slightly, weak and soft as if he would turn into a puddle of water at any moment.
"Only in dreams can I not hate you...Master..."
The light breath blew against his ears, and he could hear every word very clearly. It was like a fine needle pricking his heart. It was not sharp enough to kill but could cause pain accurately. He should have accepted that she would hate him a long time ago, and listening to
When she said it herself, it was another strange emotion that could not be predicted or controlled in advance.
"So you can only fool around in your dreams..." Her voice came up again, and the girl's unique softness was like a pot of mellow wine that had been brewed for hundreds of years, slowly flowing out of the spout.
She closed her eyes, her lips carelessly wandered around the base of his ear, and bit his earlobe as if to vent her anger, muttering something vaguely unknown to Ziah.
For a moment, the tearing pain caused by the phantom fire seemed to be drowned by this strange touch, and Baili Fengjian's eyes trembled. The palm on her waist tightened and loosened intermittently, revealing his hesitation.
"Ache, don't..."
At this moment, her lips moved over, pressed against his lips, and took his words back. Jing Che closed his eyes tightly and nibbled his lips slowly, with green and stiff movements.
. It seemed unbelievable at first. She lightly explored his lips and teeth with her tongue. After making sure that he didn't react, she became more sure that she was in a dream. Then she felt relieved and kissed him deeply and deeply.
It's not that he lost his mind and didn't stop her, but that Baili Fengjian didn't want to face the embarrassment caused by her waking up. He couldn't explain it clearly, and he was too lazy to explain it. Talking too much would only expose his guilty conscience. What's more... she
The scene he saw when he woke up was so subtle. Their relationship had become strange. If she knew what really happened to them, even he wasn't sure whether she would do anything to break up her relationship with her.
Don't come for nothing.
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Jing Che was immersed in his own world, sucking greedily, tossing and turning, and finally panted slightly against his lips and whispered softly: "Even dreaming is so ridiculous, can I still be saved?"
"No wonder Master wants to burn me to death..."
Did she misunderstand that he wanted to burn him to death? Her expression became tense, and she even forgot that she should pretend to be in her dream, and couldn't help but explain: "Ache, it's not me."
The man in his arms didn't respond at all for a while.
"Believe me." He said with a real hint of panic.
Still no response.
Baili Fengjian was confused and turned his head to look at her face, and saw that she fell into a deep sleep and passed out again at some point. Only her blood-red lips were moving and closing slightly.
He held her head and leaned his ear to listen.
"I hate you, Baili Fengjian."
Baili Fengjian's expression froze instantly, showing no sadness or joy, and he maintained that action for a long time and silently.
Mechanically holding her and protecting her, the meaning of everything he did was erased by that sentence.
——I hate you, Baili Fengjian.
Seventy-two hours are as long as a hundred years. The length of time does not matter how fast the sand passes or how tortured the human heart is.
From that moment she fell into coma and never woke up, wondering if she had fallen into another dream.
Most of the time, Baili Fengjian stopped thinking due to the burning pain, and there were always some blank moments that were filled with random thoughts.
In fact, he was also cowardly. The entrance to the burning field was imprisoned and the hole was opened. The decline of the phantom fire plummeted and was quickly extinguished. The sunlight refracted in from the hole, hit the stone platform, fell on the half-squinted eyes, and fell on the black hair of the girl in his arms, all the way.
Dust is rising.
He lowered his head and glanced at Jingche,
Baili Fengjian stood up unsteadily, hugged Jing Che and walked out.
The entrance to the Phantom Fire Burning Field was already crowded with people. As soon as they saw Baili Fengjian and Jing Che coming out, all eyes immediately focused on them, and there were noisy whispers.
Yu Wenwei greeted him first and asked, "Is she okay?"
Baili Fengjian glanced at the crowd, and Gong Lin was still standing safely in the crowd. He glanced past Yu Wenwei, handed Jing Che to Lu Shenyu aside, and left after explaining a few words.
Yu Wenwei stepped forward and explained: "The person who secretly exchanged the Nine Heavens Holy Fire has been found and has been executed."
Baili Fengjian stopped, looked at Yu Wenwei with squinted eyes for a long time, then laughed dumbly and said word by word: "You know best."
Then he took a long step and left.
Yu Wenwei was stunned. For a long time, she clenched her fists in her long sleeves and didn't answer a word.
***
When Jing Che woke up again, it was already three days later.
There was no pain in my whole body, as if I was a lonely ghost lying on a corpse. A strange lightness filled my whole body, as if something important was missing from my body.
Opening his eyes, everything returned to its place, and in front of him was Lu Shenyu's gentle face.
"Ache, I finally woke up."
"Uncle Lu," Jing Che called a little aggrieved. She always felt an inexplicable closeness to Lu Shenyu: "What's wrong with me?"
Lu Shenyu's eyebrows were heavy, and he deliberately avoided Jing Che's questioning eyes and looked at the flower arrangement on the window sill.
The last one is the white horse bones sent by Baili Fengjian and the other two people. It is said to be the last bunch of this year, and the others have withered away.
He didn't say much else, but Lu Shenyu also knew that this move was for Jingche. But he insisted on leaving Jingche in Jingyu Peak for treatment instead of returning to Yunqin Peak. He couldn't bear to tell Jingche the truth in person, right?
"Uncle Lu." Jing Che was a little anxious.
Lu Shenyu held Jing Che's hand and tried to speak as tactfully as possible: "You know, the power of the Nine Heavens Holy Fire is domineering."
"Um."
"So now...you have lost three of your seven souls...that is, you have lost your sense of pain, smell, and taste..."
Three of the seven souls were lost... no more pain, smell, taste... Jing Che was speechless, staring blankly at the white horse bone petals on the carved window railing.
The sunlight flows into the room along the wooden carvings, and in the distance black mountains and white water, as well as the Black Ink Tower, are faintly visible.
All the sounds and colors of the world gradually fade away, leaving only that sentence in the bottom of my heart like hail that is getting bigger and bigger.
Jing Che pulled his lips, rationally trying to comfort himself that at least he was still alive, but even if he tried to speak, he lost his voice for a long time, and finally hid his face, Jing Che buried his face deeply and cried.
Lu Shenyu put his arms around her shoulders, comforting her like a gentle caress.
"Why do you want me to live...why..." The sobs became thicker, like snow in the rain, and every word was filled with despair.
Lu Shenyu could only caress Jing Che helplessly. No matter how many comforting words he said, it would be better to vent them out. His eyes followed the long sunlight and accidentally fell on the side of the mirror, which looked like Baili Fengjian's face.
How long does it take to enter the room?
Baili Fengjian just stood there, the sunlight only reaching his feet and no longer extending beyond. His whole person was shrouded in the shadow of the room, as if he was lost.
All the suffering he had endured for her was completely denied in this sentence.
So why on earth does he do these things?
With a sudden fire attacking his heart, Baili Fengjian coughed sharply, bowed slightly, quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, and poured a mouthful of blood on his robe. Before it could seep in, Baili Fengjian cast a magic spell to clean it.
, leaving nothing out of the ordinary.
"Senior brother." Lu Shenyu saw this and called out eagerly.