Black.

The extremely cool black, the black that seems to seep into the blood.

Ji Lincheng tried to move his body, and he could feel the pain, and the sharp pain of stabbing and stabbing was clear from the flesh and bones pouring out of his arm.

There was a dull pain in the dantian.

"Sacrifice, where is this?" Ji Lincheng opened his eyes, but he couldn't see anything, and his photosensitive vision was black.

There was no echo in consciousness.

Ji Lincheng waited for a while, and then spoke in his divine sense, "Sacrifice? ”

Ji Lincheng closed his eyes and opened them again, it was still dark, he still remembered that he was sucked back by a powerful suction force before he lost consciousness, and his vines swept up Jing Wuya.

He didn't know why Jing Wuya, who was supposed to be in a wheelchair, was there at that time, but he didn't think about anything at that moment, the instinct of his body was faster than his thinking, and the vines grew firmly around him.

Ji Lincheng opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

Tried twice and it's still the same.

The hand was held.

In the black, the touch seems to be black, and the contact point is obviously a little cold, but Ji Lincheng feels the warm temperature.

This is the end of the scene, even if he can't see anything, but he knows that it's him.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly I felt relieved, and it didn't matter where I was.

The body can't move, unlike the darkness that can roughly see the outline after adapting to it in the dark, Ji Lincheng kept his eyes open for a long time, and the darkness in his vision still hasn't changed at all, if he wasn't sure that his eyes were okay, Ji Lincheng would have thought that he had insomnia.

The pain in the arm and abdomen was like something slowly attaching to the wound and flowing into it with the blood, but there was a slow and subtle beating in the dantian with the flow of unknown substances.

Ji Lincheng couldn't do it, only the palm of his hand was held, he felt like a vegetative person lying down, only his mind could move, where was this, he couldn't speak, Wuya would not be afraid.

What to do?

"Sacrifice?" Still no response.

From the time the sacrifice existed in his consciousness, except when he deliberately let the sacrifice avoid perception, this was the first time, the sacrifice had no response at all, and he even felt that the sacrifice did not exist.

Ji Lincheng wanted to frown, only to find that he couldn't even do such an action as frowning.

The pain in the body became clearer and clearer, and there was only a very small and subtle beating in the dantian for a long time, but every time I beat, the whole body felt like it was crushed, I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, and I couldn't even make a painful hum.

Ji Lincheng didn't know what state he was in now, whether he would be worried about the hand holding him, whether he would be afraid.

It hurts, it hurts more and more, first the stinging at the wound little by little, followed by the poke of a thin needle all over his body, Ji Lincheng feels that the stinging pain in his scalp has made him a little confused, Ji Lincheng thinks that he can bear the pain, but it seems that there is no boundless black mixed with no end pain, Ji Lincheng feels that he can't stand it.

I want to faint, I want to die.

When I think about it, my consciousness seems to be a little blurry, and the pain in my body is gradually becoming lighter.

"Ji Lincheng ......"

Jing Wuya's voice was not loud, a little rustling, and he spoke slowly, so there was an illusion of tenderness in his ears.

Ji Lincheng was a spirit, and the moment his mind was clear, his body hurt violently.

Ji Lincheng thought in confusion, I heard that it hurts for a woman to give birth, and I don't know which pain is more painful now or a woman giving birth.

But soon, Ji Lincheng couldn't distinguish his senses and was cranky.

The pain of the needle tip is getting heavier and heavier, and the stinging pain of the needle tip seems to have become every pore of the body being pierced at the same time, with spicy needles.

The body can't move, otherwise Ji Lincheng feels that he might bite off a piece of his own flesh alive or bite off his tongue.

"Ji Lincheng ......"

"Ji Lincheng ......"

Inside the endless darkness, there was Jing Wuya's slow and gentle voice, as if every sound was the same tone and speed, as if it was just a repetition after recording, but Ji Lincheng knew that it was different, every sentence was different.

"One hundred seventy-nine, one hundred and eighteen...... One hundred and ninety-three, one hundred and ninety-four......"

Maybe people really have unlimited potential to be developed, and they are so painful that they want to die completely, but they can still accurately count the first time Jing Wuya called his name.

Clumsy, light sand, endless darkness and the only one that feels like you'll sink forever in the darkness, seems to have a bright voice.

Ji Lincheng felt that he might be crazy, and the more he was tormented, it was like someone had cut a hole in his natural spirit, and the blood in his body had turned into a tempting and sweet honey, and the ants in the nest were attracted by the sweet taste of the honey, and lined up from his natural inspiration in an organized and orderly manner, every nerve, every meridian, was their path, they were neat and orderly, with sharp feet stepping on his nerves as flat and steady as stepping on the carpet.

And when the unknown thing in the dantian beats, it is like blowing a horn for this group of ants, and at this time, they will bite his nerve meridians in unison to show that they have received.

He can still think about this, and he still wants to laugh a little, because the hand holding his hand is so stupid that he wants to laugh, and he repeats it, and there are only three words Ji Lincheng that come out of his mouth.

This name, spit out of his mouth, has become his curse, Ji Lincheng thought, how can he die, since it hurts, then it hurts, he died, this person has to be called so stupidly.

Every time the dantian beats, the pain will increase violently, and I don't know how long later, Ji Lincheng feels that every moment his body seems to be disassembled and reassembled, and it hurts so much that he can't tell whether his body can't move by itself or because his body has already been dismantled.

However, it was clear that the hand was still holding him.

However, it must have been a long time, and the hand that held him with a small hand, which could only hold half of his palm, has grown up and can now shake his entire hand.

The beating in the dantian is also getting faster and faster, slowly, it begins to approach the frequency of the heartbeat, Ji Lincheng has a feeling, it seems that when the beating in the dantian is the same as the frequency of the heart, he will not be in pain.

The sacrifice has not appeared, I don't know if it is gone or what, Ji Lincheng only knows that it has been a long, long time, it is still dark in front of him, boundless black, and the pain in his body has only become more and more painful from the beginning to the present without alleviating, but he has not thought about dying anymore.

No, he can't die.

"Puff, puff, puff," as if it had become his second heart.

The dantian and the heart beat together in his body.

The pain gradually disappeared, Ji Lincheng felt his body sweating, and the darkness in front of him was slowly fading.

He turned his head, and the young man holding his hand next to him was not wearing an inch, and next to him was torn into several pieces because of the clothes that had been directly damaged because of his body growth, scattered on the side, every inch of skin was fair and luster, and the edges and corners of his facial features were still similar to those when he was a child, but it seemed to be an enlarged version of when he was a child, less delicate but more handsome than when he was a child.

They were still in the dark, but his whole vision was clear and bright.

The young man's eyes looking at him were bright and clean, "Ji Lin ......"

“！ How do you feel? ”

Ji Lincheng hooked his lips, took out a soft cloth from the Qiankun bag and wrapped his white body, and hugged the whole person into his arms, which was not the same as when he was a child, when he was a child, he could hold the whole person in his arms, but now he can only hold half of it in his arms.

Ji Lincheng stretched out his hand to brush away the long hair on his forehead and said softly, "There is no better time to feel better." ”

One of his hands was still being held by Jing Wuya, he didn't want to let go, and Jing Wuya didn't want to let go.

For a long time, it seems to have become a habit or instinct of two people's bodies.

Jing Wuya laughed, smiled sincerely and blessed Ji Lincheng happily, "It's so good." ”

Ji Lincheng still slid his fingertips along the contours of his cheeks to his lips in his hair, and gently pinched the curvature of the corners of his mouth driven by his laughter, soft, hot, and the key is that the scenery is endless.

"Are you afraid?" Ji Lincheng knew that even if his vision was clear now, in Jing Wuya's eyes, it was still dark here.

Jing Wuya nodded, then shook it again, frowning as if he was a little hesitant to be afraid.

Ji Lincheng smiled, "Are you afraid or not?" While asking him, he took back the broken clothes and fabrics around him into the Qiankun bag, there were new Taoist robes in his Qiankun bag and the ones he had worn, Ji Lincheng hesitated for a moment, and was ready to take a new set out to prepare for him to dress.

"I don't know if I'm afraid, but you're next to you, so you shouldn't be afraid." After all, Ji Lincheng is the son of fortune.

Ji Lincheng paused for a moment and changed a set of what he had worn.

As soon as he raised Jing Wuya's hand, Jing Wuya knew what he was going to do, and hurriedly pushed his hand, "Don't, don't, I'll wear it myself." ”

"Good, you are still ......" Ji Lincheng seemed to have a conditioned reflex and did not hesitate at all, and only after the exit did he react that it was wrong, his perception of him seemed to have been stuck in a small one, whether it was the former Ji Baoling, Xiaobai, or Xiao Jing Wuyan. They are all small ones who need to be taken care of by him, and he is really used to them, or he is willing to take these as habits.

"You can't see it's inconvenient, I'll come." Ji Lincheng pursed his lips and changed his words, his tone was very soft, and his posture was even lower, so he almost said the word please, which made people unable to refuse.

Ji Lincheng didn't command him to raise his hand beside him, the two of them unexpectedly didn't need to command the extra tacit understanding, perhaps because they were already familiar with taking care of and being taken care of.

Ji Lincheng gently pinched someone's pale pink cheek, and when he grew up, he knew that he was shy.

But looking at him with such a twisted appearance, Ji Lincheng unexpectedly found that he was reluctant to tease.

"This is the end of the tomb." So, I changed the subject and diverted his attention.

Really, taking care of a person can also become an instinct when you get used to it.

Ji Lincheng was a little funny and a little sarcastic in his heart, but he didn't expect that there were people who could make him not selfish.

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"Ji Lincheng ......"

"Ji Lincheng ......"

"One hundred seventy-seven thousand thirty-four...... One hundred seventy-seven thousand thirty-five. ”

Ji Lincheng, how can you do it.

- Black Box