Gu Shaoting himself, his already painful body trembled slightly, but he was still comforting me.

Seeing him wipe my tears, I couldn't help it and lay directly on his chest.

There was no heartbeat in his chest, and my grief burst instantly.

"Anzhi, I have never let go of you, all these years, I lied to you and myself, but I can't do it, I really can't do it." As he spoke, his eyes turned scarlet: "I thought I could restrain myself and really treat you as a friend, but when I sent you to the Dragon King, I felt like I was about to suffocate, Anzhi, I, I?" ”

A line of blood and tears rolled down from his eyes.

"You?" I looked at him with a frown, and if I had known that he was in such pain, I would not have let him go to the manor.

His deterioration today is also because of the wedding, is it stimulated?

"Anzhi, I don't want to say goodbye to you." He tilted his head sideways and looked at me, exhaustion written in his eyes.

"Then don't say it." I choked up.

With a smile on his lips, he nodded at me, then closed his eyes.

I looked at the yin qi still gathering around him, and I knew that he would be fine for the time being, but it was unknown how long he could last.

In short, I will always watch over him for the last few days of his life.

Gu Shaoting closed his eyes and fell asleep for a whole day, during which he never woke up at all, I asked the fat monk to take dozens of warm bags and put them in the quilt.

However, those warm bags quickly get cold, and we can only change them every once in a while.

This kind of warmth may be insignificant to Gu Shaoting, and it can't alleviate his pain, but I want to talk about it better than nothing.

"Master, it's not too early today, aren't you going back to the villa?" The fat monk asked me while eating what I don't know if it was his first meal.

The fat monk's words made my heart tremble.

Today, it was supposed to be my wedding with Long Xuanling, but I left halfway, and now when I look out the window, it is already dark.

"You can't run out without saying a word to Long Jun, right?" The fat monk looked at me, and when he saw my expression, he knew that he had guessed correctly, so he hurriedly waved his fat hand at me: "Then you better go back quickly, don't let Long Jun worry." ”

"Right now, I can't go back yet." I looked at Gu Shaoting, there are priorities, now that Gu Shaoting's life is on the line, he is the most important thing.

The fat monk immediately patted his chest and assured me that he would definitely take care of Gu Shaoting and let me return to Long Xuanling's side as soon as possible.

"Miaokong, do you have any friends?" I looked at the fat monk and asked.

The fat monk was stunned, then scratched his bald head, and thought for a while: "This? The crow counts as one. ”

The crow in the mouth of the fat monk is naturally Lingwu, Lingwu saved the fat monk before, and the fat monk and Lingwu make trouble on weekdays, but in fact, they are also friends.

"Would you be anxious if your friend was in danger?" I continued to ask.

He pondered for a moment: "Master, demons are no better than people, demons are very strong, and their lives are hard." ”

"So, you won't understand." After I finished speaking, I looked down at Gu Shaoting.

"Master, when he died, he also went to the underworld on an errand, to be honest, he is a hundred times stronger than those who suffer from reincarnation, and you can also go to the underworld to see him." The fat monk thinks that Gu Shaoting is still lucky.

"Yes, to the underworld, but, you know what? Yin cha has no past and future, and will forget everyone, even if I can go to the underworld, he will not remember me for a long time, he is no longer him, you understand? I looked at Gu Shaoting and muttered.

The fat monk on the side scratched his head: "You speak, twists and turns, I don't understand." ”

The fat monk is a one-way thinker, and no matter how much he says, he doesn't understand.

"Forget it." I replied lightly.

The fat monk sat on the soft sofa directly opposite me, his little eyes rolling slightly.

However, looking at my expression, he knew that I would not leave, so he did not persuade again, but silently took out a large bag of pastries from the drawer on the side to eat, and began to eat quietly.

Gu Shaoting woke up twice in the night, and each time he just glanced at me, and then fainted again.

He didn't speak to me until dawn.

However, after dawn, I heard the sound of mournful music coming from the window.

I stood up suspiciously, walked to the window, and saw rows of black cars slowly driving forward, all with white cloths on them, and people dressed in white clothes behind the cars.

Who is this mourning? I stood at the window and looked at it for a while, and soon I saw Long Xuanling holding a black and white photo frame behind the convoy.

Long Xuanling had a gloomy face, and he was followed by Bai Gu, Mo Xiang, and Mo Ling.

In that photo frame is a photo of Nan Fengyu, Nan Fengyu was sucked dry by Feng Qingyao and died suddenly, presumably it was discovered yesterday, and today the Nan family immediately mourned, which should also follow the old customs.

In the past, the corpse of a person who died horizontally could not be left at home for more than seven years, otherwise the corpse would easily transform into a ghost or turn into a ghost.

Today's funeral custom is cremation, so the possibility of corpse transformation is small.

"Eh, this is big enough." The fat monk was also woken up by the mourning music, and stood beside me, looking at the scene below.

"Eh, isn't that our Dragon King?" The fat monk excitedly pointed at Long Xuanling in the funeral procession, and almost didn't wave with Long Xuanling.

I don't know if Long Xuanling saw the fat monk, he actually raised his head and glanced in our direction.

I immediately dragged the fat monk back, and I also turned sideways to avoid Long Xuanling's gaze.

By the time I looked out the window again, the funeral procession had already gone a long way.

"Hey, the person in the photo, looking at his face, is not a short-lived ghost, why did he die so young?" The fat monk muttered puzzled.

"He was sucked dry of Yang Qi by Feng Qingyao and died." After I finished speaking, I paused and sat back next to Gu Shaoting, and was busy changing another batch of warm bags for Gu Shaoting.

The fat monk yawned, he stretched his waist, and then looked at me, and wanted to speak.

"When you're hungry, go get something to eat." I glanced at the fat monk and knew what he wanted to do.

"Okay, then I'll pack some for you later." The fat monk said happily.

"No need, I don't have an appetite." After that, I looked at Gu Shaoting again: "By the way, pack a hot chicken soup for Shaoting." ”

"Okay." The fat monk agreed, and went out of the room to "forage".

I sat on the edge of the bed, sleepiness also hit me for a while, I pulled the futon for Gu Shaoting, and fell asleep in a daze.

When I was already in chaos, I vaguely heard Gu Shaoting's weak voice, saying to me: "Anzhi, I can't bear it, I really can't give up you." ”

This voice seems to be in a dream, and it seems to be in reality.