C61 I Treat You like a Brother(57)

Fei Rann smiled indifferently. If the mission failed, so be it. Anyway, he still had many chances. But Zong Yunxiu couldn't.

He propped up his body and walked towards Zong Yunxiu. He staggered and finally walked to Zong Yunxiu's side before he collapsed.

He slowly helped Zong Yunxiu up and placed the Jade Blood Sword on his chest. He took out the GPS letter he had prepared beforehand and tore it open. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the Mist Pavilion. He stretched out his hand and used the last of his strength to urge his spirit energy to treat Zong Yunxiu.

The other party's injuries were not serious and could be easily healed. Fei Rann finished treating his deep injuries. After the system confirmed that Zong Yunxiu's life was no longer in danger, he collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

He panted heavily, and his throat was filled with the smell of blood. Every inch of his skin was screaming in pain. He turned his head. He looked at Zong Yunxiu's pale face and recalled that kiss. He smiled and looked at Zong Yunxiu. He moved his lips and said quietly, "If I could still live. . . Let's live together so that you won't harm others. "

Fei Rann propped up his body and planted a kiss on Zong Yunxiu's face. Then, he flipped his right hand and a big tree fell down, causing a huge commotion. When he saw that someone had discovered them, Fei Rann closed his eyes in satisfaction and said in his heart, "May your next life not be so painful. " After that, he lost consciousness.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The leaves turned from nothing to something, then from green to yellow. Finally, they fell off the soil and rotted. Year after year, the seasons changed. Time passed so quickly.

A man in white stood by the window with an indifferent expression. He looked at the scenery outside the window with some emotion. It has been so many years, and the Acacia Tree planted outside the window has bloomed. Why haven't you woken up yet?

This man was Zong Yunxiu. That day he thought that he would die for sure, but Zong Leng said that his body only had some superficial wounds. At that time, he already knew that it was Fei Rann who saved him.

He looked at the people around him who were covered in blood. They were looking for someone to treat them crazily, but none of them could do anything about it. This body was useless and could no longer recover.

However, Zong Yunxiu didn't give up. He carried Fei Rann back to his room and told him not to let anyone disturb him. In fact, he had been hiding a secret technique all this time. Initially, he thought that it wouldn't work on that day, but the heavens were still playing tricks on him.

This was the secret technique he obtained in the secret realm. Because of this, the Immortal had lost his endless lifespan. This secret technique was to exchange one's life for another.

However, whether he could succeed or not depended on his own luck. If the Immortal failed, he would be able to sleep in that secret realm with his lover. This could be considered a different kind of eternity.

However, Zong Yunxiu didn't want that kind of eternal life. He wanted Fei Rann to accompany him and prepare everything. Without any hesitation, he cut open his and Fei Rann's wrists, aimed at them, and tightly wrapped the blade scar.

A month had passed, but there was no movement in the room. The people who were waiting outside wanted to go in and see what was going on, but they were stopped by Zong Leng outside the door. He believed that his master had his own plans.

The secret technique that lasted for a month had finally ended. Fei Rann's body had also completely recovered. However, Zong Yunxiu looked like he had aged ten years, and his face was still as handsome and sharp as before.

He made a tender kiss on Zong Yunxiu's face. He looked at Fei Rann, who was lying on the bed and breathing steadily. He knew that he had succeeded, but whether Fei Rann could wake up or not depended on the will of the heavens.

He looked at the dried blood all over his body, then he remembered to wash up. The second he went into the water, he saw the dried lips on his face reflected in the bronze mirror. It was particularly eye-catching.

He trembled as he touched it. The warm liquid slid across his face and dripped into the pool. He could not hold it in.

He had cried three times in his life. The first time was when his family was destroyed. The second time was when Fei Rann returned his innocence. The last time was now.