[Basic three] Help, wait for me

What Tuyi said was right, Mo Zhichen was a flashback, and within a few days, everyone couldn't pretend anymore, including Nan Jiu and Mo Zhichen himself.

Because finally, Mo Zhichen started to vomit blood.

Nan Jiu knew that Mo Zhichen was already extremely weak, and he could survive this journey only by Tuyi's insect Gu hanging his life. Caused by the root of the tongue.

Mo Zhichen understood his physical condition even more, but he didn't say anything.

In the end, the two of them actually knew it well, it wasn't that Jian Ge and the others had lied to it, but they had lied to Jian Ge.

So when Mo Zhichen started to vomit blood, Jian Ge and Tu Yi looked at each other for a long time, but before they could figure out how to explain it, Nan Jiu picked up a veil and wiped it clean for him, and filled his mouth with water for him to rinse.

Indifferently like a tacit understanding.

It's just that Mo Zhichen was laughing, but Nan Jiu's hands were shaking. There was no other way, and Tuyi was helpless. He didn't even have the confidence to protect him to Wanhua with the Five Poison Gu Technique.

At the end of the road, Tuyi's Gu can only become heavier and more ruthless. In order to make Mo Zhichen persist in the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, he has done everything possible. Multiple Gu insects are planted in the body at the same time, fighting and tearing each other. The result of the bite, besides stimulating his business, also made Mo Zhichen extremely painful.

But the more intense the reaction, the worse Mo Zhichen's condition was. Although he was still conscious, he vomited blood more and more frequently, and the color of his blood gradually darkened.

When the pain was intense, Mo Zhichen could only hold Nan Jiu's neck tightly, with his head hanging on his shoulder, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, but if he held it too tightly, he was afraid that Nan Jiu would be strangled, so he loosened it tightly. Yes, layer after layer of cold sweat broke out on his body.

Nan Jiu had no choice but to comfort him in a responsive manner. When he was in the most pain, he even had the urge to release him with a sword.But he endured, endured the pain in his heart, the soreness in his eyes, and with a glimmer of hope, he whispered Mo Zhichen's name.

So that later, Mo Zhichen was in pain all the time, he didn't say it, but he didn't dare to touch Nan Jiu again, fearing that he would be discovered by Nan Jiu if he wavered too obviously, so he gritted his teeth and pulled Chung Jiu away. He swallowed all the mouthful of blood that came up, and forcibly suppressed it with willpower.

But Nan Jiu seemed to understand it, clasped his five fingers tightly, kissed his lips with his head, and told him with a choked voice, "Mo Zhichen, if it hurts, just grab me, anywhere."

Stretching Nan Jiu's five fingers into his hand, Mo Zhichen subconsciously grasped it tightly, and the pain had an outlet to divert, and Nan Jiu's hand was gradually clenched with red and purple marks.

Mo Zhichen came to his senses, let go of Nan Jiu suddenly, fumbled to hide his hand in the corner of his clothes, and said nothing to stick it out again.

Nan Jiu simply wrapped him in his arms, suppressing his sorrow in his words, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mo Zhichen, I'm useless, I can't do anything."

All the time, all the time, it was Mo Zhichen who saved him, and it was Mo Zhichen who took care of him. He did so many things for such an inconspicuous him, cleared away all obstacles for him, and kept him safe for the rest of his life. .

But in the end, when Mo Zhichen had an accident, he had no choice but to accompany him.

"If it wasn't for me..." If it wasn't for meeting him, Mo Zhichen would still be that suave and suave young master Tibetan sword, and would never fall into such a field, wading on the edge of life and death over and over again.

His life and his death were all for Nan Jiu, but Nan Jiu had nothing to repay.

Looking up, Nan Jiu's eyes were full of light, and his eyelashes blinked twice, and the watery light was suppressed and turned back.Mo Zhichen trembled slightly, raised his hand to caress his cheek, smiled at him and said, "Okay, why are you crying? I'm not too sad either."

"I didn't cry..." Nan Jiu said stubbornly.

Mo Zhichen always lied to him like this, kept him from him, and ended up hiding his leg on Huangquan Road, but Nan Jiu really couldn't find a reason to condemn him.

Mo Zhichen in turn comforted him and said, "Looking at how uncomfortable you are, let me tell you something to make you happy. I bet you, you will be happy after I tell you."

"When is it, you still want to make fun of me..." Nan Jiu whispered.

Mo Zhichen understands that with his current body, it is hard to say whether he can survive to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley.There are some things in his heart that he didn't dare to say before, and he couldn't say them later, but now, life and death are hanging by a thread, and there is nothing to hide. He knows that if he doesn't say it, it may be a lifetime of regret.

Mo Zhichen ignored Nan Jiu's complaints, barely straightened up, and leaned closer to his ear.

"I like you too." He exhaled lightly and smiled, "You passed out that day and didn't hear you."

That night, Mo Zhichen fed him three glasses of wine, and after drinking the third cup, he could no longer hear what Mo Zhichen said. It turned out that the blurred sentence of regret was actually a confession.

As expected, Nan Jiu was very happy. He lowered his head and laughed deeply. The shallow laughter floated in the carriage. He finally waited until Mo Zhichen said these words himself.It's just that this confession came too late, making Nanjiu wait from Kunlun to Baling, from the snowy sky until the rain turned into spring, and from the mountains and rivers until life and death.

Gradually, the laughter changed and turned into a soft sob. After a few moments, he burst into tears. He cried twice and suppressed twice, but he couldn't help it at all, and finally leaned his head against the wall of the car. On, wailing.

While weeping, he spoke, "...I don't like you, not at all, you liar. Mo Zhichen, you liar..."

He won't say it sooner or later, he had to be strong for a while, to be his backing, determined to be like Mo Zhichen, to be a backer worthy of being relied on, but he just wanted to say something like this at this time, All the uneasiness and anxiety that he had held up were shaken out.

He doesn't want Mo Zhichen to see his fragility, and doesn't want to be a worthless burden, but in this way, how can people pretend to be deep.

The people in the car were all startled by Nan Jiu's burst of laughter and crying. Tuyi had already seen his capriciousness, so he was much calmer.

"Mo Zhichen, you bastard, you always expose me like this..." Nan Jiu cried, "I'm so scared, I'm afraid you will..."

Mo Zhichen leaned on Nan Jiu's shoulder, listening to his cries, he felt relieved and smiled very sweetly.Is this kind of normal little general, pretending to be calm and mature doesn't suit him at all, he can cry when he wants to, laugh when he wants to, isn't what he likes is his straightforwardness.

"Well, I'm a liar and a bastard," greeted him casually, raising his hand to wipe away his tears from time to time, laughing at him in a low voice, "Why do I love to cry so much?"

Nan Jiu wiped the tears all over her face with the back of her hand, "It's not that you keep messing with me."

"Well," Mo Zhichen curled his lips, his voice became weaker, "I'm serious this time, I didn't lie to you."

The tears that Nan Jiu had just wiped away almost gushed out again.

Mo Zhichen smiled and gradually closed his eyes.

For a long time, Nan Jiu heard that he hadn't moved, looked down to see that he was motionless and silent, and there was no response after shaking him twice, Nan Jiu panicked instantly, and called Tuyi loudly again.

Tuyi was a little helpless, not because she didn't want to save her, but because she really couldn't save her. She had exhausted all means, and now she could only hope to arrive one day sooner.

Counting the time, it is already a miracle that Mo Zhichen can persist until now. If he can reach Wanhua smoothly, it is his good fortune, if not, it is also destiny.

"Ah Jiu," before Tuyi moved over, Mo Zhichen spoke softly, but his voice was extremely low, and he was very tired, "I'm fine, just a little tired."

"Don't sleep, just hold on for a little while longer, and we'll be there." Nan Jiu looked at him nervously, "Mo Zhichen, you can't sleep."

Once I fell asleep, I was afraid that I would never wake up again.

Mo Zhichen nodded imperceptibly, and agreed, "Okay, don't sleep."

The scenery outside the window galloped past, the carriage was slightly bumped, Jun Youyan flicked the whip and rode the horse urgently, and the urging sound of "drive" came repeatedly from outside the curtain of the carriage.

Jian Ge turned her head to one side, not to look at the two embracing bodies, but her heart was also agitated. With a sword in her hand, she stuck it directly into the car floor at her feet, urging you to speak, hurry up, and then hurry up.

"Ah Jiu." Mo Zhichen lowered his eyes and called him.

"what?"

"If...if..." Mo Zhichen hesitated to speak, his voice lowered, "You must be fine."

Nan Jiu hugged him tightly, shook his head and said, "I don't, if you dare to give up, I will be the bottom of your coffin and do what you say." Mo Zhichen refuted something again, but his words were unclear and his voice was too weak. I can't understand it anymore.

Running around continuously, Mo Zhichen didn't eat or drink, fell asleep intermittently, and gushed blood frequently, but I don't know if it was Nan Jiu's words that stimulated him, Mo Zhichen really held his breath, half fainted Shen Zhong, the carriage finally drove to the entrance of Wanhua Valley.

After entering Yunjin Terrace, there are cliffs, and the carriage can only go there. To enter Qingyan Flower Valley, one must obtain the consent of the people of Wanhua Valley.

Shou Gu's disciple Wan Hua was very friendly, with an ink pen in his hand, he asked them why they came.

Jian Ge hid in the shadow of the carriage with his back, Nan Jiu raised the curtain to half cover Mo Zhichen's face, and replied, "Seek medical attention."

"Then do you have any famous posts?" Disciple Wanhua asked.

"...No, but human life is at stake, please let us go into the valley." Nan Jiu pleaded.

Jun Youyan jumped out of the car, and said angrily, "Why are you so wordy? We don't have any famous posts. That's Tiance's General Nan. I'm a beggar gang, you have something to say, is it enough?"

The two Wanhua disciples spoke in a humble but firm tone, "The two of you don't seem to be suffering from a disease, please tell us who the patient is."

Nan Jiu hesitated. Mo Zhichen's name must never be reported, so he casually called out a name and said, "Zang Jian Ye Cheng."

The two looked at each other, there were many disciples of Tibetan swords, and it was impossible for them to get to the bottom of whether there was such a person as Ye Cheng.It's just that one of Wanhua's disciples took a few steps forward, wanting to see what happened, but was stopped by Jun Youyan, who even stared at them warily.

This is a bit strange, some patients have to hide and not be seen by others.

Slowly, the voice of the mecha turned, and a man in a black shirt with thousands of flowers appeared riding a ladder. Hearing that Taniguchi was quite noisy, he asked, "What's going on?"

Disciple Shougu explained the cause of the incident, saying that there was a foreign visitor who did not want to show up and wanted to seek medical treatment in the valley.

The visitor was dressed as a high-level disciple of Wanhua. He looked Nanjiu up and down, and then slowly looked at Mo Zhichen in his arms. There were many shadows in the carriage, and he could only see a short-haired man, whose appearance was completely invisible. clear.

Before he had time to ask further, Mo Zhichen coughed up two mouthfuls of blood miserably.

Even though Wan Hua practiced the Hua Jian Xin Dharma, she also knew that his illness was serious, and she couldn't bear it, so she replied, "Wait a while, and I will pass it on to the disciples of Xing Lin sect."

Nan Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when the man turned and left without any doubts.