When I arrived at the fat monk's hotel room, he was still asleep, and there were many lunch boxes on the floor of the room, as well as some leftovers.

On the table are all kinds of drinks, and he still lives a chic life of drunken dreams and death.

"Miaokong, Miaokong!" I directly put Gu Shaoting on the fat monk's bed.

The fat monk stunned and said vaguely: "Meat buns, three fresh steamed dumplings, small intestine crispy broth." ”

He kept muttering, and I just raised my hand and slapped him the shoulder.

The fat monk was suddenly startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at me.

"Eh, master, can you give me a little human rights?" The fat monk looked frightened.

"You're not human, what human rights do you want? Quick, help me take a look at Shao Ting, see how he is? "I picked up the fat monk.

The fat monk rubbed his eyes, glanced at the side of the bed, was stunned, and quickly got out of bed.

He was now wearing a pair of floral trousers, his skin was extremely white, and his belly was bulging like a white toad.

"Hey, hey, he's not going to do it." After the fat monk finished speaking, he pinched out a trick in his hand, and then, from the fat monk's fingertips, a stream of black gas gushed out, which was demonic energy.

The fat monk was giving Gu Shaoting a demonic aura, so that Gu Shaoting could slow down first.

However, this demonic energy, for demons, is also the source of life.

Gu Shaoting's situation was urgent, the fat monk directly gave him half an hour, after Gu Shaoting's pale face improved, the fat monk immediately stopped, but he still stumbled and sat directly on the edge of the bed.

There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and when he saw that I was looking at him, he shook his head at me.

"Master, you can't protect him for long, before, you used phoenix blood to seal the yin qi, although he has improved, but in fact, it is a return to the light, and now I give him the qi, it is only an expedient measure, and it will not be delayed for long." The fat monk said as he breathed heavily.

"Drag it out for as long as you can." I looked at Gu Shaoting, my eyes were a little sour, and I stretched out my hand to wipe all the blood stains on his mouth for him.

"Master, people are inherently dead, this kid died decades ago, what are you still sad about?" The fat monk naturally didn't understand my sadness, in their opinion, Gu Shaoting was already a dead man.

"Master, it's not me who said, he has lived for so many years, and he should be content." The fat monk said, looked at the white sheets stained with blood, sighed, and asked, "Master, you don't want to keep him here, right?" ”

"Yes, you also have to help me take care of him, by the way, change his clothes first." I thought about it, and I had to change Gu Shaoting's blood-stained clothes first.

This must be done for me by the fat monk, and I looked at the fat monk.

The fat monk sighed: "Eh, I'm just working hard." ”

Although he muttered for a long time, as if he was very reluctant, his movements were numb, and he immediately took out his clothes and pants for Gu Shaoting to change.

I turned around to avoid it, and the fat monk changed Gu Shaoting's clothes, and couldn't help muttering: "Master, this is my new purchase, tsk cheap him." ”

"You go get some hot porridge, hot soup, I'll feed Shaoting some to drink." I looked at Gu Shaoting, he must have felt extremely cold at this moment.

"Yes, yes, yes." The fat monk sighed and replied three yes, and then went out.

In the room, there were only two people left, Gu Shaoting and me.

Gu Shaoting's eyes were closed, he looked like a terminally ill person at the moment.

I got up and went to the bathroom, wrung a hot towel, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Gu Shaoting's eyelashes trembled for a long time, and he seemed to be struggling to open his eyes.

"Shaoting, you sleep, I'm here to guard you." After I finished speaking, I took Gu Shaoting's hand.

Gu Shaoting's fingers also trembled slightly obviously, and then he fell asleep again.

The chill on his hands was biting, and I didn't let go of him.

Half an hour later, the fat monk came back with porridge and chicken soup.

He helped open the lid and the soup was steaming.

I called Gu Shaoting softly, and Gu Shaoting squinted at me weakly.

"Let's have some soup and warm up." Although this chicken soup can't make up for Gu Shaoting's body, I hope that at least he can drink it more comfortably, at least not as cold as this.

Gu Shaoting's mouth opened slightly, I carefully fed him chicken soup, and he swallowed it with difficulty.

The fat monk looked at the chicken thighs in the bowl and swallowed vigorously.

"Take it, he can't eat it." I opened my mouth and said to the fat monk.

"Hehehe, then you're welcome." The fat monk reached out directly, grabbed the chicken leg and picked it up and ate it in a big gulp.

I saw that the fat monk was eating fragrantly, and then looked at Gu Shaoting on the bed, and I felt very uncomfortable.

Gu Shaoting only drank a few sips of chicken soup before he began to cough, and the cough became more and more severe.

I saw him bowing sideways, and his whole face was slightly purple.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem."

"Shaoting?" I quickly reached out and gently patted him on the back.

And the corners of Gu Shaoting's mouth still overflowed with blood foam.

"Ann, Ann, Ann." His mouth muttered my name.

"I'm here, I'm here." I hurriedly responded.

Gu Shaoting's breathing was a little short, his blood-stained lips opened slightly, and he continued: "An Zhi, I, I, actually, have been lying. ”

His eyes were half-drooping, and he struggled to speak intermittently.

"Bang, bang." The fat monk on the side, at this time, still eats with relish.

"Miaokong, you go out." I looked sideways at the fat monk.

"Huh?" The fat monk swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth.

"Get out." I frowned slightly.

"Okay, then I'll go to the restaurant downstairs to eat first, master, if you need anything, just say." My words, right in the arms of the fat monk, immediately took the half-eaten chicken leg and went out of the room.

"Ann." Gu Shaoting called out my name again, but next, there was a more rapid breathing sound, he was very weak at the moment, and he had to rest.

"Shaoting, don't say it, if you have anything to say, when you feel better, then tell me slowly." I said, pulled the futon for him, and tried to wrap him tightly in the bed.

But when I pulled the corners, I found that all that came out of it was cold.

When the cold air hit, my eyes were sour again, because even I beside him felt that it was a cold that was unbearable to the bone, so what kind of feeling did Gu Shaoting feel at the moment?

"Ann, Ann, Ann, don't cry." Gu Shaoting said, lifted his hand with difficulty, stroked my cheek, and wiped my tears for me.