The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

"Size..."

Fang Cun lowered his head and saw that Gan Ting had finally woken up, but his face was still grim.

Fang Cun looked flustered, but he didn't dare to move, so he could only stiffen his arms and ask, "Ah Ting, are you feeling better? Do you feel any pain?"

Gan Ting shook his head, was silent for a while, and asked an irrelevant question: "Fang Cun...can we still go to Jiangnan?"

"Of course! We've got through so many troubles. As long as the boat arrives in Jinling, there will be nothing to worry about. Don't forget, you said you would go boating with me."

"But you definitely don't know how to plan, and I will definitely have to contribute money and effort when the time comes. This deal is too bad."

"How can you lose? You have such a handsome husband!"

Fang Cun spouted a lot of comforting words, pretending to be relaxed and trying to attract Gan Ting's attention, Gan Ting was indeed amused by him, and his expression became much lighter, not as pale as before.

Seeing that it was effective, I wanted to say something to make the children happy, but unexpectedly, a big wave roared in, rolled up thousands of layers of white flowers, and formed a huge mouth of the abyss trying to swallow the big ship.

"boom!"

The waves hit, and the hull of the ship fell suddenly, as if it was about to be sucked into the abyss. The huge waves covered all the moonlight, and there was no light. The sea was about to sink and be swallowed up. Everyone raised their heads in horror and stood still, waiting for the big waves to swallow them up.

"Whoosh-"

A sword shadow passed by, thunder and lightning flashed instantly on the sea, and the thunder roared, and there was heavy rain. The rain seemed to have divine power, and it fell heavily one by one, directly suppressing the arrogant huge waves, and the thunder roared. flash.

The spirit of Jiangliu sensed the power of the people on board to control the thunderstorm, so he didn't dare to act rashly anymore, and the huge waves gradually calmed down.

Everything is as before, the sea is silent.

"puff--!"

A mouthful of scarlet blood spewed out, Gan Ting's sword-casting hand finally couldn't support it, and fell heavily, pressing on the square-inch sleeve.

Fang Cun was stunned, looked down, Gan Ting's lips were bloodless, and his clothes were covered with blood, Gan Ting clenched his sleeves tightly, his body was trembling uncontrollably because of lack of spiritual energy.

Fang Cun was very angry, and reprimanded: "Gan Ting, are you crazy?! At this time, you still care about what the tsunami is doing, you don't want to die, do you?!"

Gan Ting gritted his teeth in pain and said: "This is the life of a boatload of people, how can I ignore it..."

"Okay, I'm too lazy to care about you." Fang Cun pushed the dying Gan Ting to the servant, and ordered: "Bring him in and treat him well, don't let him come out again."

The boy nodded, "Yes."

The servant frantically helped Gan Ting up, but before he could be lifted up, a stench rose from Gan Ting's throat, another mouthful of blood gushed out from his stomach, and finally he couldn't hold on, and fell dizzy past.

"Ah Ting!" Fang Cun strode forward eagerly.But he was stopped by the boys.

"Your Highness, please stay calm and wait outside. There are little fairies here, so don't make any trouble."

Fang Cun looked worriedly at Gan Ting's crumbling figure, eager but helpless, he could only punch the boat door hard to discourage him.

"Snapped."

This forceful wave of the hand caused the money bag in the cuff to fall to the ground, Fang Cun rubbed the center of his brows annoyedly, and bent down to pick up the money bag, inside was still the note Pixiu left him.

It's still the crooked words, 'The last mission, help Fang Shenyue and Shi Yuan. '

"Help Fang Shenyue and Shi Yuan, Ah Ting's injuries will heal...but if you do this, it's over..."

Fang Cun thought about it, reached out his hand and took out the pen that Chang Qizhi gave him from his cuff, and looked down at the black pen quietly for a long time.

The relationship between Fang Shenyue and Gan Ting is close to death, Fang Shenyue is close to death, and Gan Ting is close to death. If no one helps him, he may lose his chance of survival.

Fang Cun held the pen tightly, and solemnly wrote the names of Fang Fang Shen Yue and Shi Yuan on the biography, every word was engraved on the bone, and he tapped his heart hard.

After writing the last point, a piece of red silk floated to Fang Cun's hand along the cold wind.

The surface of the river suddenly became bright, and Fang Cun couldn't open his eyes because of the bright white light, so he covered his eyes with his arms reflexively.

"Your Highness, you are here."

Fang Cun only opened his eyes when a laugh came.

Then the peach blossoms all over the sky flew into the eyes, the fragrance refreshed the spleen, the familiar red thread danced with the wind, and there were thousands of marriages bound in the ten-mile peach forest.

"How did I go back to Taolin?"

Yuelao saluted respectfully, as if he had been waiting here for a long time, and said with a smile, "Didn't you come to give Shiyuan's red thread to Xiaoxian?"

With one word to wake up Fangcun, he raised his hand and looked at the soft red silk in his palm, on which was the word 'Shi Yuan'.

With a smile on his face, Yuelao looked up at the lonely red silk tied to the top of the most blooming peach tree, and said with emotion: "His Royal Highness's red silk can finally have a companion, and it is no longer wandering alone. Good thing."

Fang Cun quietly looked at the red silk with Fang Shenyue's name written on it, did not answer, and was lost in thought for a while.

Seeing that there was no response from Fang Cun, Yuelao said, "Your Highness? Your Highness."

Fang Cun reacted, "Huh?"

Yuelao smiled, "Give the red silk to Xiaoxian, and Xiaoxian will tie it for His Highness."

"Let me tie it." Fang Cun held the red silk tightly, and walked step by step towards the towering marriage tree in front of him.

Peach blossoms fell on his shoulders, and the fragrance lingered around him. It was a refreshing floral fragrance, but Fang Cun was full of sadness.

In addition to the peach blossoms and red silk at the top of the peach tree, there is also the familiar little Pixiu.

Xiao Pixiu grinned and said, "You're here."

Fang Cun was not in the mood to joke with him, so he said angrily, "You waited for me on purpose."

Little Pixiu licked his paw, "Tie it on, remember to fasten it tight."

The moment Fang Cun raised his hand to tie the red silk, he stopped and asked, "How is Ah Ting doing now?"

"I know you are still hopeful, but to tell you the truth, he is in a very bad situation now." Xiao Pixiu said, "Fang Shenyue and Shi Yuan went down the river to a land of no one. Shi Yuan's life is not long, Fang Shen Yue seems to want to die for love and has been committing suicide."

Fang Cun's heart tightened, and he asked, "Swallow medicine?"

"Cutting wrists." Pai Xiu paused, and then said, "You should also know that every time Fang Shenyue is hurt, Fang Shenyue only needs to bear one point of pain, while the man mainly bears nine points. There is no difference."

The veins in Fang Cun's hands popped out, suppressing the anger in his heart, he slowly moved towards Fang Shenyue's red silk.

He couldn't imagine how Fang Shenyue tried to kill himself now, because he couldn't feel the pain, couldn't die, and even crazily self-mutilated, and on the other hand, Gan Ting was in such pain that he couldn't die.

Fang Cun couldn't restrain the trembling in his hands, and finally tied Shi Yuan's red silk with Fang Shenyue.

"Congratulations, the task is completed."