"All this time, each and every one of you has been refusing, and I always want you to see that we have taken good care of him, and that he does not have the slightest desolation of being sick for a long time. If you see it with your own eyes, touch it with your own hands, and remember the old feelings, you may be soft-hearted. No matter what the taboo rules are, it is not always that no one dares to break the offense. ”

Di Jiu's voice was calm: "But it seems that you do have feelings, but you still don't have enough courage." ”

Fang Qingchen smiled: "I didn't expect that someone would play such an old-fashioned trick on me......

He shook his head: "Die, I won't wake him up." I'm here just to stop you. You should also be content, Xiaolou will never take the initiative to interfere in the life and death of others, you insist on looking for death, we should all stand by and watch the excitement, and the future will be clean. It's just that in the past few years, you have really done your best to treat Han......"

Di Jiu calmly lifted the curtain with one hand and made a gesture of sending off passengers: "Thank you, it's good to go, don't send it!" ”

The cold and hard tone and cold expression made Fang Qingchen sneer: "For us, this has been done to the extreme. Di Jiu, don't go too far in everything. ”

Di Jiu raised his eyes, his gaze was like a ghost fire in the ice: "I have never cared about my own life and death, and I thank you for the sake of Han." Since you can't convince me, I can't move you, so naturally please go, I have to continue to hurry Fang Qingchen frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a little annoyed. Move with emotion, know with reason, and slowly persuade people...... Such a meticulous work, where is it suitable for him to do.

"Di Jiu, don't waste your efforts, if I don't allow it, you won't be able to move forward one step. Even if I don't bother to care about you, when you get to the small building, you can't let us help to wake up Han. It's just going to cost you your own life in vain. ”

"Since I'm left with this last path. I can only hold on to the end. ”

"Not necessarily the last way, you live. He is alive so that he can always have new hope. Fang Qingchen felt that he was simply bitter. Alas, everything is on Han's face......

Di Jiu looked at him indifferently: "What do you think." How long will I live again? I can hope for another half a month, still one

His tone was flat, and there was no sense of negativity or ridicule.

Fang Qingchen said patiently: "I have found the best divine doctor in the world for you. If you are willing to turn back, he will at least help you prolong your life for a few years and minimize your suffering. ”

Di Jiu was finally stunned, and after a while, he said, "But the wind festival that came back from the dead? ”

"It's him!" Fang Qingchen couldn't help but sigh lightly: "Our Xiaolou has never worked so hard for an outsider's life and death. ”

The corners of Di Jiudi's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh. It's a pity that it's too long. His body had almost forgotten how to smile. He slowly lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the sleeping Fu Hanqing.

Now, every day he lives, it is like stealing the earth from God, and this person opens his mouth to prolong his life for several years, what a big breath, so great ability.

"He can prolong my life, he can make me comfortable? He can keep me alive for as long as I want, three years. Five years, ten years? Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, taking care of a person who will never wake up every day, not daring to leave a single step, and being trapped by his side forever. Day by day, I look forward to him waking up. disappointed day by day, knowing that this world is mortal. No one can save him, but the immortals who can save him have always been ruthless, and I, because I have received grace, can no longer do anything? What is the point of living like this? How comfortable is such a life? ”

Di Jiu's tone changed from calm and slow at the beginning, and gradually turned to hard and cold: "Fang Qingchen, I want to take him to Xiaolou!" I'm going to take him to the forbidden land of the world's heroes! I'm going to ask you immortals who go in and out of the red dust and watch the world turn upside down with a cold eye, what kind of rules and iron laws can make you keep watching your partners die slowly. You don't have to work in vain......"

After a sudden pause, a pale color suddenly rose on his almost inhuman face, and he reached out to cover his lips and coughed vigorously.

He was obviously very reluctant to show weakness in front of Fang Qingchen, but no matter how strong his willpower was, sometimes, he couldn't conquer his sick and weak body after all.

He coughed so painfully and violently that even those who listened to it found it unbearable. It seems that this wandering soul-like person will fall to the ground and die in the next moment because he can't breathe well, as if listening to him cough like this, he will finally see a living person, with a broken liver and lungs, and all his life will be destroyed.

Fang Qingchen gritted his teeth and listened for a while, and finally became impatient.

A guy like him, who likes to wear white all day long, swaggering everywhere, and is extremely narcissistic, how can he bear to listen to the people around him cough all the time in this dark and narrow carriage?

It's unhygienic, it's unhealthy, it's extremely uncomfortable.

He snorted hatefully, "That's it." You go to seek death, I don't bother to care about you. ”

With a look of anger on his face, he leaned over to lift the curtain and get out of the car.

Di Jiu seemed to want to say something, but unfortunately he kept coughing, and he couldn't even pause and say a word. frowned, and finally coughed and bent down slightly, his eyes slightly staggered away from Fang Qingchen's body for a moment.

The thieves only saw Fang Qingchen and Di Jiu enter the carriage one after another, the curtain was lowered, lifted, and lowered, and occasionally they could hear a vague and muffled conversation, but they didn't know what the two of them were discussing inside.

Everyone became more and more anxious, and waited for a while, but there was still no movement, and some people couldn't help whispering and guessing nonsense, but still no one dared to approach the carriage.

When he was confused, he saw that the carriage suddenly vibrated for no reason, the initial vibration was still slight, and in the blink of an eye, it was extremely violent, and the horses pulling the carriage struggled in horror, but Fang Qingchen's horse was very spiritual, and when he noticed that the situation was wrong, he had already let go of his hooves and ran away to avoid danger.

The carriage shook more and more violently, and on the small carriage, it seemed that thousands of troops and horses were rushing and killing, and even the ground under the carriage seemed to be shaking with it. The crowd looked at me in horror, I looked at you, and hurriedly pulled their horses back and back, only to hear a loud bang, and the whole carriage was torn into countless pieces out of thin air.

The horse pulling the cart neighed miserably, and many small blood marks were suddenly cut on the hind legs of the buttocks, and the hooves ran away in pain.

The bandits had retreated far away, but they were not affected, but everyone was stunned, looking at the three figures in a daze among the flying pieces of wood.

Fang Qingchen's white clothes are the most eye-catching, in a fragment as sharp as a knife, he is fluttering back and forth, calmly, lightly landing, his body is incomparably free and beautiful, so leisurely with his hands in his hands, standing with a smile, full of energy, the wind is brilliant, the crumbs flying in the sky, quite infinitely lethal, from beginning to end, but he has never even touched a corner of his clothes.

Compared with Fang Qingchen's free and easy, Di Jiu's way of dealing with the crisis was extremely strong. He only held Fu Hanqing firmly in his arms, protected him in front of him, jumped up, and then floated to the ground, surrounded by an invisible qi. Fang Qingchen used the most exquisite way to get out of the dust, flashing in the most subtle space, and lightly flashed all the large pieces of debris. And if Di Jiu wanted to protect Fu Hanqing, it would be impossible for his body to be so agile, so he directly used his domineering internal qi to wring all the close fragments into smoke and dust.

He hugged Fu Hanqing and slowly landed on the ground, looking at Fang Qingchen opposite with cold eyes, countless broken wood remnants slowly fell from between the two, and Di Jiu's voice finally brought out a faint anger: "You have such a heavy hand by his side?" If the true qi overflows a little, he can't afford it! ”

"So what?" Fang Qingchen raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I said that we are all indifferent and ruthless people, but you don't believe it." ”

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Secretary Brown: This chapter is a bit inconvenient, with less than 2,700 words of text. Fortunately, I can add more to make up for it at noon tomorrow. Then, to paraphrase Nalan's words, this internal force is really a good thing, which can be used to treat injuries, drive away drugs, and remote control...... Well, can it still be used as a meat grinder today? Ha ha. Like like, like.