Peerless Junior Uncle

He is an orphan. It was picked up by the ancestor from the pile of corpses."

He Tingge held Mu Lan's hand and heard that he gradually lost his strength. He didn't even have the strength to smile bitterly. This is after hope. The biggest disappointment......

"Master and I are trying our best to find a way to cure him. There is one thing I will tell you now. Fu Qingcheng is the same as my master. Both of them are born with no meridians. They can't gather internal strength at all. It was the meridians that Master reshaped for him back then. But this is going against fate. Sooner or later there will be a backlash. At that time, not to mention the loss of internal energy, the five senses will also slowly dissipate."

"Born with a dead pulse..." He Tingge recited these words silently. He raised his head to look at Mu Lan with regret: "Born with a dead pulse is a dead pulse. Why do you want to reshape it against fate."

Mu Lan knew that he was in a bad mood now, and was a little bit angry. She didn't blame him: "Didn't you say it. He is the host of Greedy Wolf. If he was allowed to be an ordinary person back then, he would not be able to live now."

"I'm sorry." He Tingge knew that he couldn't bear the blow. He spoke harshly: "But Mu Lan, tell me. What else can I do now."

Taking a deep breath, Mu Lan lowered her eyes and said softly, "Stay with him well. Let's finish this period."

Seeing He Tingge getting into the carriage, Fu Qingcheng opened his drowsy eyes: "Why is it taking so long?"

"It's nothing. I chatted with Mu Lan." He Tingge gently put on the cloak for Fu Qingcheng: "I'm sleepy."

"What did he say? How many days do I have left?" Fu Qingcheng asked lightly.

He Tingge's fingers paused slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up. He held Fu Qingcheng's slightly cool fingers and said softly, "No matter how long, I will be with you."

"Fengxi..." Fu Qingcheng spoke softly.

He Tingge looked up at him. Fu Qingcheng lowered his eyebrows and said suddenly: "The little fox is close to Yihuan now, right?"

"Yeah." He Tingge nodded. I don't know why Fu Qingcheng said this suddenly.

"Actually, it's pretty good. Its mother can't guarantee its food and clothing this winter..." Fu Qingcheng smiled softly: "Sometimes. Letting go is also a kind of love."

"Qingcheng." He Tingge heard the words, and his heart tightened: "I won't let go. This time you drive me away. I won't even leave."

Fu Qingcheng smiled. He looked at He Tingge holding his hand: "I think. I should let go. I always thought that even if I had to die, I would die by your side. But, thinking about it now, I'm really not afraid of death. But. I don't want to die. I don't want you to be alone. Watch me die."

"I often think about what it feels like. When I think of this world without you, I feel terribly empty. I..."

"No." He Tingge stretched out his arms to hug Fu Qingcheng who was talking quietly, and said repeatedly: "I won't be without me. You are not allowed to leave me."

Fu Qingcheng buried his head in He Tingge's neck. He closed his eyes lightly. I'm sorry. I can't be with you forever...

When He Tingge opened his eyes, the first thing he did was to see if the people around him were still there. When he touched that slightly cold body, his whole heart was finally relaxed.

Fu Qingcheng never mentioned that he was going to leave again, and He Tingge never mentioned it either. He just looked at Fu Qingcheng's face that was getting thinner day by day, and felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't help himself.

"You are feeding the pigs." Fu Qingcheng looked at the table of dishes in front of him with a wry smile. There was also a big bowl of rice in front of him. He really couldn't eat.

He Tingge looked at him with a piece of egg in his bowl: "Take it as feeding pigs. At least give the food some energy. Gain a few taels of meat."

Fu Qingcheng picked up the bowl, dumbfounded, and ate the egg. He nodded in approval and said, "Young master's cooking skills have improved again." He Tingge's lips curled up, "Then eat more."

However, not long after eating, Fu Qingcheng frowned. He ran out of the door a few steps. Holding on to the fence on one side, he vomited until the sky was dark. He didn't eat much, but he didn't digest it at all. After vomiting, his stomach was empty Yes. But still retching.

He Tingge stood behind him and patted his back. Handed him a glass of warm water: "Are you okay?"

Fu Qingcheng took the water cup and rinsed his mouth. His face was a little pale. He shook his head: "It's okay." Before he took a step, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

"Mu Lan, how is it?" He Tingge asked softly. Before, even if he fell into a coma, he would only sleep for a few hours. But this time, he slept for two full days and still didn't wake up. His heart became more and more uneasy.

Mu Lan withdrew her hand: "Everything is normal. He just fell asleep. He made himself too tired."

"Why can't I wake up?"

"Maybe he woke up. It's just that he doesn't want to face it." Mu Lan said.

He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng who was sleeping on the bed. There was no trace of blood on his pale face. His heart was like a knife, but he was helpless.

"Go to sleep when you're tired." He leaned over and kissed Fu Qingcheng's forehead. He Tingge said softly, "I'll be with you. I won't go anywhere."

"Where are people?" Suddenly there was an anxious voice from downstairs. He Tingge frowned slightly: "Mu Lan, don't let people disturb him."

Mu Lan looked downstairs. She saw a man in a blue shirt followed by a man in black and purple clothes. Standing downstairs, she seemed to see him. He leaped with ease and flew in directly from the window.

He Tingge felt displeased. Before he could speak, the blue shirt flickered in front of his eyes. A blue figure had already flashed in front of him. He leaned over to look at Fu Qingcheng who was sleeping on the bed.

"Child," the man called softly.

"Your Excellency." He Tingge asked in a deep voice.

The man ignored it. He just held Fu Qingcheng's hand and said regretfully, "How could it be like this?"

"It's not your fault." Yin Qianji came in suddenly and said coldly.

The man turned around and looked around. He asked Mu Lan, "How is he doing now?"

He Tingge only felt a tremor in his fingertips. The appearance of that man was [-]% similar to that of Fu Qingcheng, but he was a little older. At this moment, he looked at Mu Lan anxiously.

"You are." Mu Lan was also taken aback and asked in a deep voice.

"Xiao Lengyu." The man said.

"What..." There was a sudden gasp in the room. He Tingge took a step forward: "You are Xiao Lengyu, Mr. Bone Painter."

Xiao Lengyu nodded: "It's me. We met in Xujianya before. Huashui."

"You are Hua Shui." He Tingge said in surprise.

"Well, it was inconvenient at the time, so it was easier to accommodate. This is how I have come over these years." Xiao Lengyu said.

"I just said don't worry." The man in black and purple clothes came in from the door. The scar on the left face added a bit of anger: "Isn't it all there? There is always a way to cure it."

"Yes." Mu Lan said in a deep voice, "It wasn't there before. Now it is."

"What way." Xiao Lengyu said hastily.

"Exchanging blood." Mu Lan said in a deep voice: "This is the only way. Exchange the blood of blood relatives. It is possible to cure his illness."

"Okay. When will it be changed?" Xiao Lengyu agreed without hesitation. But Ji Wuya frowned slightly: "You said...it's possible."

"As long as there is any hope, I will give it a try." Xiao Lengyu said: "I owe this child too much. If Senior Qianji hadn't come forward to tell him, I wouldn't even know he has reached this point."

"You know that Qingcheng's father is still alive." He Tingge said in surprise.

Yin Qianji's complexion has not been good all the time: "I knew Xu Jianya that day. I just didn't want him to see Qingcheng again. I didn't want to expose it. Later, I heard Mu Lan say that only blood relatives can save Qingcheng. I had no choice but to find him. Come."

"Let me tell you first. Saving him doesn't mean that whoever sacrifices can save him. You have to think clearly. After the blood exchange is successful, he will live. You will live. If he dies, you will not live." Mu Lan said coldly: "This is the risk. If you don't exchange blood, you will definitely be able to guarantee his survival. If it fails, you and your son will all die."

"Even if the blood is exchanged, there is no guarantee that you will be saved." He Tingge frowned slightly.

"Before I thought there was no hope. The only way is this. And the success rate of this way is only [-]% or [-]%. I mean. You have to think clearly." Mu Lan discussed the matter.

"Then if Leng Yu dies, the child won't survive. Wouldn't it be a waste of sacrifice." Ji Wuya also frowned.

It's hard for He Tingge to say anything. Anyone's life is equally important. If Xiao Lengyu is sacrificed to save Fu Qingcheng, he doesn't want to say that no matter what.

"Anyway. This is the only way. Even if there are risks, I will try." Xiao Lengyu looked back at Fu Qingcheng who was nine points similar to himself on the bed, and said firmly: "When will it start?"

Decide

"Anyway. This is the only way. Even if there are risks, I will try." Xiao Lengyu looked back at Fu Qingcheng on the bed, who was [-]% similar in appearance to himself, and said firmly: "When will it start?"

"If you think about it, then you can start when he wakes up." Mu Lan said.

"Mister..." He Tingge couldn't help but Xiao Lengyu raised his hand to interrupt him: "You don't need to say anything. I have my own opinion on this matter. I also know about the matter between you and Qingcheng .I have no right to interfere with you. At the same time.I hope you can live a good life.In any case.I can't just watch my son make mistakes in front of me."

Xiao Lengyu's decision made Yin Qianji, who was originally quite hostile to him, not able to say anything. But he was not happy to see his disciple half-dead. After all, he was old. He was just such a disciple. He grew up from a young age. Although I've expected such a catastrophe for a long time. But when it's really in front of my eyes, I have a lack of heart...

Ji Wuya has been very silent all the time. He is not irritable at all when he met him before. Xiao Lengyu patted him on the shoulder and said nothing.

"When did you know that he belonged to Xiao Lengyu?"