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Leng Che's face was full of anxiety and fear, and he rushed towards Mu Qianxi's room with heavy and hurried steps.

The moment I saw her collapsed on the bedroom floor, my rationality completely broke.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the knuckles that were holding her shoulders were trembling slightly, but no matter how he called her, she did not respond and was completely asleep.

His heart seemed to be tightly squeezed by a pair of invisible hands. For the first time, Leng Che felt the powerlessness and fear so clearly.

He was actually afraid of losing her completely because he was unable to protect her.

In the end, she was still implicated by him...

There was an anxious light flashing in the cold scarlet pupils, like a star in the night looking for a way out in the endless darkness.

Suddenly, the words of the old monk when he asked for the talisman at Yuanqi Temple flashed through his mind: "The souls are connected and will never abandon each other. After going through countless hardships, you will finally get good luck. If you two donors need help in the future, you can come to me again."

He seemed to see a glimmer of hope, picked up the unconscious Mu Qianxi and rushed out the door anxiously.

As soon as he reached the door, Bai Snow blocked his way.

She glanced at the person on her back and said nervously, "Archer, don't go."

Leng Che's eyes turned a little colder: "Get out of the way."

"You can't save her at all like this!" Bai Snow opened his arms to block him, "You don't even know who she is. If you insist on saving her, I'm afraid you'll be in danger! You've only known each other for a few months, who is she to you? It's not worth it for you to risk your life to save her!"

These cold-blooded words suddenly made him feel that the person in front of him was very unfamiliar. His eyes were completely cold: "Bai Snow, she has known you for less than a month, but she was able to firmly choose to hold you in a dangerous moment. You can choose to give up her, but please don't try to stop me from saving her."

Feeling a little pain in his heart, Bai Snow's eyes gradually became sad, and he asked: "Since you care about her so much, why don't you choose her but me in the illusion?"

"We have already written off everything between you and me. I don't want to owe you any more favors." He looked at her steadily with a firm expression, "If I can't save her, I will die with her. Get out of the way."

Die together?

The moment she heard these words, shock and loss swept over her like a cold tide, drowning her. Everything around her seemed to have lost its color and sound.

In the illusion, the moment he made his choice, she thought she had won.

But now, his worried expression and firm words all told her that the girl on his back was the real answer in his heart.

Mu Qianxi is the person he wants to be with through life and death.

She lost.

Bai Snow stood there in a daze, looking at the familiar yet strange person in front of her, her eyes soaked with tears. Her arms, which were stretched out to block the view, fell weakly to the sides of her legs, her lips trembled slightly, but she could no longer say anything.

Without any obstruction, Leng Che walked straight past her, hurried out carrying the unconscious Mu Qianxi on his back, and happened to meet Xiao Shiyan who came over after hearing the noise.

Leng Che had no time to explain, his brows furrowed, and he said anxiously: "Shi Yan, I need your help!"

Leng Che walked on the bluestone road, looking at the stone road ahead that seemed to have no end in sight, and ran up the mountain step by step.

He ran for an unknown amount of time, panting heavily, his breath becoming hot and chaotic, veins bulging on his forehead, covered with dense beads of sweat. But he seemed to not care about anything else, like a tireless robot, carrying her all the way.

Leng Che recalled that they took this same road in the early morning. She pretended to be weak and tried to trick him into carrying her up the mountain.

A pang of pain came from his heart. His throat choked up, his voice was hoarse, and he turned his face to her on his back and said, "Mu Qianxi, do you always have a way to make me admit defeat? I'll carry you up the mountain, don't sleep, okay? Get up and watch me laugh at you?"

Normally, she would always take the initiative to show her presence in front of him and talk endlessly in his ear, but now no matter how he called her, he would no longer get a response.

He shortened the climbing time by half. Leng Che didn't know how he reached Yuanqi Temple. His limbs were sore and he almost lost consciousness. The only thought in his mind was to save her, so he carried her tightly on his back and didn't let go. When he finally knelt on the mat, he was soaked and in a mess, begging the old monk for help.

Suddenly, a red handprint appeared on Mu Qianxi's fair neck, as if an invisible big hand was pinching her neck tighter and tighter. Her face gradually turned red as if she was about to suffocate.

A huge feeling of powerlessness swept him like a wave, his eyes were red, his big hands tightly grasped hers, trembling violently. He looked at her coldly, and when he spoke, his tone was almost pleading: "Mu Qianxi, please, wait for me..."

Suddenly, the invisible hands that were tightly strangling her neck seemed to loosen. She took a few deep breaths, and gradually, her violently heaving chest calmed down and her face returned to normal.

The old monk sighed when he saw this scene: "The female donor may have fallen into a nightmare. The damage she suffered in the nightmare will be realized in her real body. I encountered this situation once 20 years ago, but I still failed to save the donor."

"Please help me. No matter what the cost, I just want her to wake up."

The old monk asked, "Do you have anything related to her?"

Leng Che thought for a moment and showed the red rope she had woven for him on his wrist.

"I can help you enter a dream, and the things related to her will guide you to find her. And you must find a way out with her within two hours. When the time is up, no matter what the result is, you must follow my guidance to leave the dream after hearing the sound of my wooden fish. Otherwise, you will be trapped with her until you die. Have you thought it through?"

Leng Che said without hesitation: "I have thought it through."

The old monk said earnestly: "Donor, remember, only by facing your fear can you not be trapped in your heart."