How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

That’s right, this person is Fan Wujiu.

He felt that he was quite despicable. He cut his soul into two halves, and neither half was complete.

He is extremely selfish, so selfish and extreme that he must make Jiang Luo his own. On the other hand, he is extremely tolerant, so tolerant that he can tolerate all of Jiang Luo's right and wrong.

Every time he saw Jiang Luo and his significant other together, he viciously wanted to strangle his significant other to death.

But his love for Jiang Luo kept him in control, and he would never hurt him, even if it meant hurting himself.

So he took out a small knife and slowly cut his arm, again and again. Blood flowed down his arm, and the dull pain was numb, but not even half as much as the pain in his heart.

He looked at the sky outside. It was almost dawn. He wondered if they would stay up all night.

His heart ached and Fan Wujiu felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world. He was clearly the most proud son of an ancient god, so why did he humiliate himself like this?

But he knew in his heart that Jinglin was worth it, he was worth it...

In the room, Huo Yancheng fell asleep, but Jiang Luo slowly opened his eyes. Having climbed to his level, sleep was just a kind of enjoyment for him, not a necessity.

He glanced at Huo Yancheng, knowing that he was tired, so he covered him with a quilt and disappeared into the room.

When he appeared behind Fan Wujiu, he saw a pool of blood on the ground, and his inexplicable low laugh: "Why can't you feel any pain at all? You are really numb. Or... should you stab deeper?"

As he said this, he tore open his shirt and stabbed the dagger into his chest.

The next second, a slender and flexible hand grasped his wrist and knocked the dagger to the ground. A cold voice sounded in his ears: "What do you want to do? Do you want to commit suicide?"

Fan Wujiu was slightly startled, frowned and said: "You can actually appear behind me silently? Oh, that's right, you have been practicing for more than a hundred years, you should have reached the peak you want, right?"

Jiang Luo looked at the pool of blood on the ground, then at the wound on his arm, and pulled out a piece of cotton gauze from the space package, gently wrapping his arm: "There is a magic medicine on it that can quickly heal wounds. Your injury should be healed soon. You ran away so quickly, don't you want to see me?"

Fan Wujiu finally felt the pain of his wound. With a divine body like his, how could an ordinary dagger hurt him? This dagger had the power to break souls, which could prevent his wound from healing for a long time.

Jiang Luo looked at his expression and sneered, "You still feel pain? Why didn't you cry out in pain when you stabbed yourself?"

Fan Wujiu finally spoke up: "Shouldn't you be fighting him to death right now? Why, you have time to come and see me? It's not that I don't want to see you, it's mainly because I don't want to be an eyesore in front of you, so I just disappear on my own."

Jiang Luo sneered: "Oh, is that so! Then I'll be leaving."

As he said this, he turned around and was about to leave Fan Wujiu's room, but Fan Wujiu pulled him back into his arms and whispered in his ear, "Want to leave? Not that easy! Now that you're here, something has to happen before you leave! I don't believe you came here at this time just to see me make a fool of myself."

Jiang Luo didn't shy away, but took the initiative to put her arms around his neck, and kissed him lightly on the lips just like she did to Huo Yancheng, and said in his ear, imitating his tone, "I'm not leaving, I'm just doing it on purpose. After all, I'm back, so of course I have to find you two to relive the old days. Besides, I've said before that I don't want an incomplete you, but a complete you. I don't want Huo Yancheng's personality defects, even if he is more tolerant of me. I want them all!"

As he said this, he brushed the chest that Fan Wujiu was about to pierce, and tugged at his shirt, saying, "It's already been taken off, so don't wear it again."

Fan Wujiu looked incredulous. He looked at Jiang Luo, pinched his chin and asked, "Tell me, have you really been practicing for the past hundred years? Did you practice something that I don't know about?"

Jiang Luo's smile was a little bit glamorous. He gently touched Fan Wujiu's cheek and said, "Isn't this what you expect? Do you want to try it and see what the results of my studies over the years are?"

Over the past hundred years, he has thought very clearly and understood the source of his desires.

Lu Qing, I already know why you are avoiding me. I will find a way to return your spiritual roots to you, but you must promise me that you will never joke with your life again.

However, seeing that Jiang Luo's expression had become eager at this moment, Fan Wujiu picked up Jiang Luo with disordered breathing, quickly walked into the bedroom and put him on the bed.

Fan Wujiu's face was covered in blood, and the wound on his arm had not healed, with blood seeping through the gauze.

Because of the force, the muscles in his arms exploded, revealing a very wild hormonal aura.

Jiang Luo pulled Fan Wujiu's clothes, made him close to her, hooked her legs around his tight and strong waist, and couldn't wait to press her lips against his.

Fan Wujiu's inner fire was ignited by Jiang Luo's initiative. He responded to Jiang Luo's kiss enthusiastically, and his hands tightly embraced Jiang Luo's waist.

The two people's breathing became more rapid, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise instantly.

Jiang Luo's fingers wandered across Fan Wujiu's back, feeling the tenseness of his muscles.

Fan Wujiu's kiss moved from Jiang Luo's lips to his neck, leaving behind a trail of hot marks.

At this moment, Fan Wujiu only had Jiang Luo in his eyes. He forgot the pain in his body, and his heart and eyes were filled with the person in front of him who made him love and hate but couldn't let go.

Jiang Luo was breathing slightly, his eyes were blurry and seductive.

As Fan Wujiu looked at Jiang Luo like this, the desire in his heart became stronger and stronger. His movements gradually became more urgent, but he restrained himself at the critical moment, for fear of hurting Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo seemed to sense Fan Wujiu's cautiousness, and he said softly: "Don't worry so much, give me everything I want."

Hearing this, Fan Wujiu could no longer bear it. He and Jiang Luo were completely immersed in this vortex of passion. Their bodies and minds were closely connected to each other, as if they wanted to release all the longing and emotions of the past years at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally stopped in extreme bliss.

Fan Wujiu held Jiang Luo tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would disappear again.

Jiang Luo leaned quietly in Fan Wujiu's arms with a satisfied and happy smile on his face.

Fan Wujiu looked at his smile and gently kissed the corner of his lips, thinking how much he wanted to keep this person by his side and hold him in his arms forever.

But he couldn't, he really couldn't, this was all he could do for him.

When he knew all the truth, when he knew everything, his existence would just be a joke.

Yes, he still has secrets, and one...the deepest and most deadly secret.

Fan Wujiu closed his eyes and buried his head in Jiang Luo's chest, listening greedily to his heartbeat and recalling the absurdity that had just happened between him and him.

Jiang Luo stroked his big puppy-like head and asked, "Did you miss me?"

This didn't sound like something Jiang Luo would ask, but Fan Wujiu nodded sincerely and replied, "I think about it all the time."

Jiang Luo said: "I have thought of a way to return your immortal root to you. Don't rush to refuse, you haven't heard what my method is yet."

He knew that in order for him to successfully complete the task assigned by Heaven, Fan Wujiu would never take back his immortal root.

Fan Wujiu said: "You know, Zhuo Erqun must die, and your mission must be completed. You must become the master of the three realms. Otherwise..."

"What else?" Jiang Luo asked, "Why do we have to let Heaven control us?"

Fan Wujiu was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with helplessness and determination: "Jiang Luo, there are some things that we cannot contend with. The will of heaven can never be violated. If we fail to complete the mission, what awaits us will be eternal damnation."

Jiang Luo frowned, his expression firm: "I don't believe it! There is always room for us to fight for in this world. I don't want to see you hurt yourself for this so-called mission. Besides, this mission is mine, not yours. Why does Tiandao control my fate?"

The corners of Fan Wujiu's lips twitched, and he thought to himself, you must be the first person in the world who dares to curse the old man Tiandao.

Fan Wujiu held Jiang Luo's hand and said in a low voice: "Jiang Luo, you don't understand. The interests involved are far beyond your imagination. Even if you can return my immortal root, what will happen next? We will face endless punishment from the heavens. What's more..."

Jiang Luo said speechlessly: "Fan Wujiu, where is your former courage? Aren't you the most unruly person, who doesn't obey heaven or earth? Now you are suddenly afraid of heaven?"

Fan Wujiu smiled bitterly: "Courage? Courage is useless when facing the way of heaven...Okay! Although I can refute the way of heaven, you can't. Listen to me, you really can't."

Even if we are extremely affectionate now, you will be speechless when you face the way of heaven.

Jiang Luo took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Fan Wujiu, do you look down on me? No matter what, I will not give up looking for a solution. I believe that one day, I will be able to make you and Huo Yancheng stand in front of me together."

Fan Wujiu looked at Jiang Luo's stubborn look, feeling mixed emotions: "Jiang Luo, why are you doing this..."

Jiang Luo walked to the window and looked at the bright sky of the ghost world. It was already bright outside: "Because I said, I want a complete Lu Qing..."

The room fell into a long silence, with only the heavy breathing of the two people intertwined.