Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Yun Chen was seriously injured. After suppressing the Sun-Shielding Sword, he fell headfirst and made a hole in Wenmin Mountain.

Before his consciousness disappeared, Yun Chen felt himself being carefully lifted up, and the monk's sleeves full of sandalwood fragrance gently brushed against the blood on his face.

Yun Chen half-opened his eyes and saw the anxious look in He Shichen's eyes. He immediately wanted to say a few words to tease him and reassure him.

But the more anxious he became, the more a big hand tightened around his heart, suppressing all his movements. He even started to twitch slightly during the struggle, which made the monk even more frightened.

Yun Chen finally had no choice but to give up and closed his eyes feebly.

It was now dark.

He Shichen was originally resting in the monk's residence.

He noticed something strange in the sky for two days in a row, and guessed that it was probably related to the Demon Lord.

After hearing the sound, He Shichen immediately put on his monk's robe and went up the mountain under the moonlight.

Several trees were broken on the mountain, and it was a mess. The Demon Lord, covered in blood, sank into the ground, motionless with his eyes closed.

He Shichen ran over almost immediately, helped Yun Chen dry the blood, and called his name with a frown.

He called several times but got no response, even biting his finger and feeding him blood was of no avail.

He Shichen picked him up from his knees and took him back to the monk's house.

The essence and blood transformed from the Buddha's bones have the effect of bringing the dead back to life, so for ordinary people, one drop of blood is enough.

But Yun Chen was injured by the Sun-Shielding Sword, and the injury was so serious.

At this time, Yun Chen was completely unconscious and extremely fragile. As soon as He Shichen came over, he clung to him, drowsily calling him senior brother and master.

[Ding, He Shichen’s blackening value is -10, and the current blackening value is 30]

[Ding, He Shichen’s strategy value is +10, and the current strategy value is 70]

[Yun Chen: You see, it’s only useful to hold him and shout now. The blood pack is here, so I don’t need to protect my heart! ]

[System 112: Amitabha, sin. ]

[Yunchen:? ] You should be normal and I'm scared.

After He Shichen cleaned up all the sword wounds on his body, his face became extremely pale.

Yun Chen was already motionless, no more blood flowed from the corners of his lips, and his breath seemed to be gone.

He Shichen's eyes were filled with mist, and there was a buzzing in his ears.

He couldn't see or hear clearly, so he thought Yun Chen was still crying, so he patted his shoulder and tried to wipe his tears: "Senior brother is here, don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid."

He Shichen swayed, and with the last of his strength, he reached for the basket on his back and took out the knife inside.

There was a muffled sound, and the tip of the knife pierced the heart.

The blood spread along the edge and formed a bright red mass. It stopped for a few seconds and then flowed downwards along the blade. The first few drops fell on the bed.

He Shichen knelt down on the bed tremblingly, took out the bloody knife, and fed it into Yun Chen's mouth with the tip of the knife pointing down.

The monk endured the pain and waited until the weak pulse under his hand gradually recovered. Then he showed a faint smile and fell to one side, losing his breath...

-

When He Shichen woke up, he felt extremely soft under his body.

When he opened his eyes, someone helped him up and gave him some warm water.

Demon Lord's voice was slightly hoarse and full of worry: "He Shichen, does it still hurt?"

He Shichen had long been accustomed to the pain of flesh and blood reshaping, but this trembling question made his heart soften, and he immediately felt uncomfortable.

People who practice are most afraid of having a disturbed mind.

He Shichen forced himself to calm down and sat up with his hand: "I'm fine."

When Yun Chen heard this, his expression darkened.

He didn't say anything and continued to feed him some water, but he lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him.

He Shichen always had this expression on him, but was suddenly ignored by Yun Chen. His mind that had just calmed down became confused again. He stared at him and hesitated to speak, and his heart was filled with waves.

After Yun Chen put away the water bowl, he brought him some warm white porridge. He waited for He Shichen to drink it bit by bit before getting up and leaving.

He Shichen didn't care anymore, put down the bowl and chased after him: "Your injury is not healed yet."

Yun Chen grabbed his wrist and felt a dull pain in his heart: "Then you don't have to risk your life to cure it!"

He Shichen's eyes evaded: "I was born with Buddha's bones, immortal and immortal..."

Before he finished speaking, Yun Chen grabbed him by the collar and was forced to lower his eyes and look into the Demon Lord's red eyes.

Yun Chen was so angry that he trembled, but in the end he smiled coldly: "Who cares about your Buddha bones?"

During the movement, another line of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

He raised his wrist and wiped it indifferently, and his smile became even colder: "You want to save me? Why don't you, monk, just answer that verse, break the sexual precept, strip me naked and press me on the bed, and use your essence and blood to save."