After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

Outside the silent door, there was a sudden gust of wind.

The tightly closed door was shaken until it creaked, Zhou Changming turned over and got off the couch, and ran to the window to check.

Lin Chushu put a restraint on the door of the hut, if not for that person's permission, it would be impossible for him to leave here.

He opened the window lattice and saw from a distance the branches and leaves of the peach grove were blown to this side by the strong wind, and the flowers on the branches couldn't bear it, and fell to the ground like rain.

The fallen flowers are colorful and the sky is filled with crimson clouds, which should be a very beautiful scene.

But for some reason, he instinctively felt uneasy and heartbroken.

He tried to use his spiritual power to break through the restriction again, but the door lock remained motionless.

Since Lin Chushu is determined to keep herself here, if she wants to get out, she can only try to contact him to see if she can persuade him to let her out.

He didn't know if it was the telepathy from the spirit deed, but he always felt that Lin Chushu seemed to be in some kind of extremely dangerous situation.

Even if he couldn't escape the ending of parting in the end, he had to make sure that the person was safe and sound, and then try to find a way to exit the game.

He couldn't lie to himself, and he couldn't bear anything wrong with that person.

Zhou Changming slowly closed his eyelids, the spiritual power surged in his dantian, gently touching the sleeping blood of the spiritual contract in his meridians.

At the beginning when he had a smothered neck and refused to fall off the horse, Lin Chushu once manipulated the blood to rush left and right in his meridians, causing him a lot of pain.

The surging memories set off a bitter wave in his heart. He suppressed the intense pain and couldn't help calling Lin Chushu's name.

Lin Chushu...Xiaoshu, can you hear me?

Whatever happens, I want to see you again.

……

At the same time, in the main hall of Mo Xingsi, Yin Xiangrong and his group were anxiously guarding the side of the bed.

The complexion of the man sleeping on the bed was as white as snow, flowing like ink-black silk all over the bed, the contrast between black and white was extremely sharp.

His breathing was extremely weak and slow, as if he would stop if he was not careful.

"Master..." Qiu Shengmiao only called out, and couldn't help but cry in her throat, and hurriedly covered her mouth to hold back the next word.

A few hours ago, driven by the cultivator's spiritual power, the Blood Imperial Formation was finally formed.

And this formation almost exhausted the essence and blood in Lin Chushu's body. He forced himself to leave the main peak of Chaoyin Pavilion, and then fell to the ground, unconscious.

He tried his best to cover up his injuries, and the few people who came to meet him immediately took him back to the Mo Xun Division.

During this period, they managed to feed him all the nourishing panacea, but he showed no sign of waking up.

Not only is the body temperature getting colder and colder, but even the heartbeat and breathing are so weak that it is hard to detect.

"Boss Yin, dare to ask about Master's body..." Jiang Yuzhuo patted Qiu Shengmiao's back to comfort him, and turned her helpless eyes to Yin Xiangrong beside him.

He had always been calm and calm, but at this moment he couldn't help but panic.

In his eyes, Lin Chushu has always been an invincible and proud existence like a mountain.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could hardly have imagined that that person would appear so weak, haggard and vulnerable.

The more unbelievable it is, the more heartbroken it is.

Yin Xiangrong rubbed his eyebrows, sighed and shook his head.

She had limited knowledge of the method of sealing the veins, so she couldn't judge whether Lin Chushu's current condition was a deep coma of self-protection, or a gradual exhaustion of blood vessels.

But no matter what the situation is, if he is allowed to be unconscious like this, the consequences will not be optimistic.

When everyone was worried, a golden-red halo suddenly emerged from Lin Chushu's eyebrows without warning.

The fine and vast spiritual power turned into countless threads and merged into his meridians and sea of ​​consciousness.

The aura that was on the verge of being exhausted showed faint signs of recovery.

"Is this... the power of the spirit deed?"

Yin Xiangrong raised her eyebrows involuntarily.

She froze for a moment, and then remembered that Qiu Shengmiao had told herself that Lin Chushu had helped the mirage advance to the Nascent Soul level.

Compared with the humble cultivation level when he signed the spirit contract, his strength has made a qualitative leap. Therefore, he can use the spirit contract to feed back the spirit master and enhance Lin Chushu's spiritual and spiritual power.

However, compared with Lin Chushu's loss of blood and spiritual power, these few traces of back-feeding power are just a drop in the bucket.

What effect it will have, she can't predict at all.

That golden-red light and shadow still persistently lingered around Lin Chushu's body. Even though his eyes were closed tightly and there was no response, he had no intention of giving up at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Chushu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

His calm face was faintly stained with pain, and the fingers hanging down by his side trembled unconsciously, clenching the brocade quilt beneath him convulsively.

"Achu!" Sensing that his breath was suddenly unstable, Yin Xiangrong was startled, immediately ignoring his injuries, and hastily injected a large amount of spiritual power into his body.

But those spiritual powers were like mud cows sinking into the sea, and they didn't have any effect at all.

Yin Xiangrong's eyes darkened for a while, but she stubbornly refused to give up.

It is true that she has let go of her obsession with Lin Chushu, but it is absolutely impossible for her to watch him hurt and painful, hopeless and helpless.

Perhaps more than anyone else, she hoped that Lin Chushu would find his long-held love.

But why even at this moment of isolation and helplessness, what that person brought him was still only struggle and pain?

The bottom of her heart was infinitely gentle, but her pain was as deep as a sea. She gritted her teeth and tried to output more spiritual power, but her wrist was suddenly covered by a touch of ice.

"Xiang Rong... don't do stupid things."

Those jet-black pupils were close at hand, staring at her helplessly.

"Ah Chu, are you awake?!"

Yin Xiangrong couldn't believe his eyes, but she only moved slightly, and the hand that grabbed her wrist fell down feebly.

Lin Chushu frowned slightly, his face paler than paper.

Just the simple action of raising his hand caused a thin layer of sweat to form on his smooth forehead.

Excessive blood loss made his eyes dark and his senses were weakened to the extreme. The only thing he could clearly perceive was the severe pain all over his body.

And Zhou Changming's shout that kept echoing in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The mysterious enlightenment generated during the construction of the blood defense array only lasted for a very short time, and was interrupted by the exhaustion of blood essence.

He couldn't think at all, he just felt that his consciousness was constantly falling in a chaotic darkness, and countless tentacles wrapped around his body, making him unable to struggle to get out.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Lin Chushu was extremely weak, even though he pronounced his words extraordinarily hard, he was barely audible.

"It took about half a day, Master, how do you feel now?"

Qiu Shengmiao held warm tea and brought it to his pale and chapped lips. Lin Chushu swallowed with all his might, and a burning pain came from his throat.

Now any influx of external things is tantamount to torture for this pair of bodies that are about to be exhausted.

But he can't show weakness yet.

He settled down and tried his best to gather some energy:

"It's okay... Sheng Miao, Yu Zhuo, how is Chaoyin Pavilion going?"

"The Blood Imperial Formation has been completed, and the aura of the Demon Heart Stone in the Chaoyin Pavilion has also calmed down, and the candidates who were isolated and observed in the pavilion have not continued to appear infected."

Qiu Shengmi's eyes were a little red, "Everyone understands the effect of the Xueyu Formation to turn the tide, and they are all... very grateful to you."

For some unknown reason, Cen Yuzhou and the others did not conceal the fact that Lin Chushu sacrificed his essence and blood to build the formation.

Instead, it promotes its widespread dissemination and is known to more people.

Everyone had nothing to do with the Demon Heart Stone, and at this moment they almost regarded Lin Chushu as a savior.

In addition, he had misunderstood him because of Ye Qingyi's death before, and with the addition of the two, his personal prestige had climbed to a terrifying height.

And right now is the dangerous moment when Lin Chushu is seriously injured and has no power to resist.

If someone takes the opportunity to continue to make a fuss about the Magic Heart Stone, the consequences will be disastrous.

Lin Chushu couldn't help smiling bitterly.

This is how people in the world behave. When no personal interests are involved, they can stand on the commanding heights of morality and yell for beatings and killings even for unwarranted infamy.

But when the real disaster reflects their own insignificance, they will not hesitate to regard the disaster they once detested as life-saving straw and sing praises.

One thought of injustice, one thought of Buddhahood.

So, the man behind the scenes who keeps playing with people's hearts in the conspiracy, what exactly is he planning?

A figure appeared in Lin Chushu's mind.

If it weren't for the sudden enlightenment that appeared during the formation process, it might be difficult for him to associate this matter with Cen Yuzhou.

Although that person has always been at odds with him, he has always been clear about the importance, and will not affect the safety of Chaoyin Pavilion or even the entire cultivation world because of personal grievances.

What's more, relying on the person's own strength and the forces behind it, it seems that it is difficult to smoothly advance this plan.

... Therefore, the possibility that he was pushed to the front by the mastermind behind the scenes cannot be ruled out.

The physical condition was really bad, and after just thinking about it for a moment, there was a pinprick-like colic in the forehead.

An uncontrollable muffled hum escaped from the corners of Lin Chushu's lips.

"Master..."

Qiu Shengmiao and Jiang Yuzhuo looked at him worriedly, and Yin Xiangrong even wanted to heal him again, but he shook his head to stop him.

"Go and rest first, I'm a little tired and want to be alone for a while."

Lin Chushu comforted: "The method of sealing the pulse has taken effect, and my life will be safe within three days. You can rest assured."

He had never been so seriously injured and weak. This scene was seen by the few people who were used to his seriousness and strength, and their hearts became more and more sour.

After all, Qiu Shengmiao and the others didn't say much, and after reconfirming that he was safe for the time being, they closed the door silently and left.

When the surroundings returned to silence again, Lin Chushu's face slowly showed a look of loneliness.

In the chest, the blood belonging to the spirit deed became hotter and hotter.

Before that, he couldn't even guarantee his own safety, so he could only temporarily hide Zhou Changming in Liudao Hualian under expediency.

But that person misunderstood him deeply, even if he tried to explain, it might not help.

And why is he so anxious to see himself?

After thinking about it again and again, he still put on his clothes and sat up, and slowly got off the bed.

He walked the short distance from the bedside to the window sill with great difficulty. He managed to hold on to the window frame to stand firm, and his body was covered with a thin layer of sweat again.

At the same time, the red light in his sleeve flickered, and the six Hualian barriers were opened, releasing a graceful figure in red.

The down-to-earth feeling was so sudden that it was unreal, Zhou Changming closed his eyes heavily and then opened them again, only to gradually adapt to the light in front of him.

His gaze also involuntarily fell on the tall and straight figure in white.

Lin Chushu looked... nothing unusual.

It's just that compared to before, he was indeed a little clearer, half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the window lattice, and the exposed half of his side face was paler than the moonlight.

"I'm in a hurry to see you, what's the matter?"

He didn't even look back at Zhou Changming, but his voice didn't sound so indifferent.

"I……"

Zhou Changming bit his lip lightly, he was anxious to see Lin Chushu, just to confirm his safety.

Now that I really saw him, I felt that thousands of words were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say a word for a while.

Maybe for this person in front of me, I am no longer that gentle and intimate lover, but a confinement that I wish I could not be imprisoned.

He was ruthless, indifferent, ignored that person countless times, and even separated from him for the sake of others.

Even if you put yourself in their shoes, the gully barrier between them may not be easy to cross.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, both he and Lin Chushu have reached a dangerous critical point.

If you are not careful, you may fall into the abyss of eternal doom.

"Xiao Shu, I have something... I want to tell you."

After a moment of silence, Zhou Changming still spoke.

The road ahead was uncertain, and he couldn't keep Lin Chushu in the dark before he might be about to leave.

He decided to tell him the truth about the game.

"I have been your adoptive father, senior brother, sword spirit, and spirit servant. All of this is actually not a coincidence, but... I decided on my own."

"I didn't belong to this world originally. In order to let my dying brother get treatment, I agreed to someone's condition and came here."

He struggled for words:

"In the beginning, I existed only to let you continue to practice and advance smoothly... Where will you and I meet, what kind of challenges and obstacles you will experience, even catastrophes... I can predict them all and respond accordingly. "

Take home.

Lin Chushu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he silently said the term in his heart.

But Zhou Changming's statement is obviously different from Chu Yuexi's guess.

Seizing the house is deliberately done by the caster, and the power of the soul will be weakened, even the perception ability of ordinary monks is not as good, so how can it be possible to predict the coming of catastrophe?

Could it be that someone was watching everything in the dark and managed to reveal it to him?

Zhou Changming didn't know the turmoil in his heart, seeing that Lin Chushu didn't show any signs of attack, he forced his courage to continue talking.

"Every time I die, it seems tragic, but what I die is only a body, and even the pain can be avoided. As for the identity and where I will meet you next time, it has been designed and arranged in advance."

He closed his eyes, struggled for a long time, and still gritted his teeth and said that sentence:

"Actually, I'm not as affectionate and selfless as you imagine, and I'm willing to sacrifice. I follow my every word and deed. What I do for you is also to save my brother's life."

"Xiao Shu, we are not from the same world."

Zhou Changming smiled, but his eyes were faintly red.

"But what's ridiculous is that I know this, but I still fall in love with you."

"You are regarded as the lone star of the devil, but I understand your kindness and hard work. Behind those seemingly glamorous achievements are countless trials of life and death."

"Besides, accompanying you through life with different identities is also a long-term process for me to grow in love. Human hearts are made of flesh, and it is absolutely impossible for me to be so hard-hearted and remain indifferent to your true friendship."

"By the time I really realize my feelings for you, it will be impossible to escape completely."

There is water in his clear eyes:

"When I admitted my identity, I had the opportunity to leave you and this world completely, but I couldn't bear it in my heart. Even in Mo Xingsi and in Juan Xinghai, I really moved to give up everything and stay with you thought."

"Xiaoshu, I like you, maybe more than I imagined."

"However, our relationship has already hurt other people. Even if it's not what you and I want, I can't ignore it."

"My younger brother is still waiting for me to save you. You also have the path you should take. You shouldn't be held back because of me."

Little tears swirled in Zhou Changming's eyes, trembling suddenly, gurgling and rolling down.

These heartbreaking words fell into Lin Chushu's ears, but it was a different feeling.

He could feel that the heartache and sorrow in Zhou Changming's words definitely didn't seem fake, but that person didn't notice the various differences in each other's experiences.

For example, what kind of existence is the younger brother whom he regards as an obsession?

No matter whether he was in Xing Xinghai or in a dream, he had never found any traces of this person in his memory of the sea of ​​consciousness.

But anyone who gets along day and night and has a deep friendship will frequently appear in this person's sea of ​​consciousness, even if they don't deliberately recall it.

In other words, Zhou Changming's so-called younger brother is most likely fabricated by others.

There is someone else who really needs to be saved, or this person never existed from the very beginning.

But at the same time, Chu Yuexi's exhortation echoed in Lin Chushu's ears, and there seemed to be an extremely powerful restriction in Zhou Changming's sea of ​​consciousness.

When he has any doubts about the existence of his "brother" and his cognition of the world, that restraint will be triggered, directly impacting his sea of ​​consciousness and causing damage to his soul.

If it is triggered rashly, or if it is not careful, it will hurt his life.

At an angle that Zhou Changming couldn't see, Lin Chushu's fingers had already penetrated deeply into the palm of his hand, and the dark red color slowly leaked out along the cracks between the fingers.

Throughout his life, he has rarely met an opponent. Even at this critical moment, he has not fallen into a passive position.

As for Zhou Changming, there was nothing he could do.

The author has something to say: Big thick and long to send~

Hey, I'm really sad recently. First, the three-dimensional is too busy to squeeze out the time code words. Second, the data is too poor to see hope at all. Not only the previous author has something to say, but people think too much, and even the advance receipt is too late. Some people say that my three views are not correct, I have no choice but to change and think again

Life is not easy, Ali sighed