Di Jiu, he's going to die.

Such a serious injury, such extreme exhaustion, such a desperate overdraft, such desperate desperate for life and death.

There's no way he's going to survive......

His eyebrows, his eyes, his breathing, his bleeding wounds, all of them proclaimed that death was imminent.

And himself, how many years has he been in a coma? Di Jiu...... Di Jiu He ...... How many years has he been dead......

Where his body was buried, where his ossification was, he knew how much the man he protected hated him at the last moment, how much he wanted to destroy him!

Han thought a little dazedly, his mind almost caught in a demonic barrier. He looked up in confusion, his eyes not really focused. His lips were cold and stiff, and his hands and feet were limbs, as if they were no longer his own.

That man...... He's dead.

When he hated it the most, the person who was still so stupid that he didn't want to hurt should have been dead for a long, long time!

If it weren't for being so numb, so dizzy, and so weak, Hanta, he would have laughed.

He's dead. He also died. They...... All dead.

Only he is alive. The earth is desolate, and he will still live, live......

However, everything in the illusion is so incredible.

A person, who was injured so much, did not die.

A person whose heart is so sad that he can not die.

Di Jiu he, did not die.

Not a day. Two days, but a few years in the blink of an eye. He unexpectedly, always, all the time, refused to die.

Such a weak life, but has always insisted on refusing to give up.

Several years of time, in the depths of this fantasy world, are just a snap of a finger. The wonderful difference in time makes all the suffering, all the suffering, pass away in a blink of an eye at a flowing speed.

So. In the illusion, Di Jiu's body was losing weight so quickly, so quickly. It seems that just a snap of his fingers, all his lives have been quietly exhausted, and only the broken bones remain, and he is still insisting on living.

In the illusion, Di Jiu quietly hid in no one and coughed as many times, very much, each cough became longer and longer, and each cough became more and more heartbreaking. The waist that has always refused to bend and bend can only be arched deeply, unable to straighten for a long time.

A bupa hidden over her lips. Every time it is bound to be dyed with a dazzling bright red, but it is casually thrown away by the owner in the blink of an eye.

In the illusion world, Di Jiu is always practicing frantically, only seeking progress like that, regardless of the rest of the madness. The kind of practice method of completely pulling out the seedlings to help them grow is always cold and chilling to the hearts of the people.

His life can't be saved, but he is still so unscrupulously overdrawn and squeezed himself, for what?

Han didn't think about it, didn't ask, just stared at his already stiff and sour eyes, and gritted his teeth and watched. What is most shown in the illusion is still their care for him.

Di Yi traveled all over the world for him. Running into walls everywhere, but still begging everywhere. Di San obviously had no friendship with him, but he made enemies everywhere for him, and forcibly seized all kinds of elixirs everywhere.

Even Wen Suyi, who had never known him, had never said a word about him and the separation of their husband and wife, it had always been like that. Take care of him with all her heart.

However. The one who shows the most in the illusion is Di Jiu.

Di Jiu who passed on his merits. Di Jiu, who massaged him with needles, stayed by his side all night long, the colder he was, the weaker he was, the more he had to sit straight, the more he had to guard him wholeheartedly, and Di Jiu who was unwilling to touch him easily if it was not necessary.

Di Jiu, who never refused to call him in his ear, never wanted to hug him purely because of his tender feelings, Di Jiu who would let him lean on his shoulder and rest in a bright sun, Di Jiu, who would stand up on defense no matter who he was, but would be next to someone who had been sleeping for a long time, unconsciously relaxed and fell asleep.

Han thought he would close his eyes, think he would wave his hand and interrupt the illusion, thinking that he would gradually become exhausted and unable to look any further.

However, he kept his eyes wide open, staring up for a long time, without even blinking an eye.

Because he stared for too long, stared at for too long, his eyes were so tired and sour that he was almost full of tears, but Di Jiu on the screen had been in a coma for seven days and seven nights, vomiting blood all over the ground.

When he woke up, he calmly asked, "How long can I live again?" ”

He won't live.

No matter how much perseverance, no matter how strong the perseverance, no matter how magical the spirit, he can't wrestle with death forever, he is going to die, maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, but it is absolutely impossible to live like this for a long time, year after year.

Han's body had quieted down and was no longer trembling.

He just watched quietly, watched, his mind didn't think, his heart was empty.

Therefore, when Di Jiu reported an unwarranted Xiaolou character and deceived Di Yi to leave, Ah Han was not surprised.

Therefore, Di Jiu quietly left two orbs and ordered Wen Suyi's sleeping hole in the middle of the night, and Ah Han didn't feel it at all.

Therefore, Di Jiu took him down the mountain secretly, trekking all the way through the mountains and rivers, running forward, with the strength of one person, while hurrying, he took care of him thoroughly, and Ah Han was also numb, as if he had never seen it.

He just watched indifferently, waiting, waiting for the final ending, waiting for the final death. Don't think, don't ask, don't think about where the future is, where the road lies ahead.

That night, the stars and moon were as bright as yesterday, and the fire was as bright as ever. The man gently ran his fingertips over his eyebrows, and the man called his name in a barely audible voice.

The man carefully hugged him under the moonlight, beside the flames, as if to protect him from the wind and cold, little by little, slowly hugged him, and then, the suffocating body, began to tremble.

Is it because the man was worried that he would suffer the cold in this cold night, so he had to hug him so tightly, or because the man was more afraid of the cold than him, so he had to hold him firmly in this lonely night and refused to relax.

Suddenly, Han's chest ached, and this time, he knew for sure that it wasn't a mental creation pain.

He stared blankly, such stars and moons, such firelight, such a quiet and sleeping self, and the person who was so quietly guarding.

The man's face was pale, and the man's fingers seemed to be glowing with pale air. It's so cold and so deep in the night, but it's cold to the body and mind, and it's cold to the fingertips?

Nonsense divider-

Secretary Brown: After the end of the small building, Nalan will write about the getaway. It's already quite fat, and it's good-looking, why don't you flip it over when you're bored? In other words, I have no love for the movie version of the East, but I love the East in her pen.