A gentleman riding a red dust smile

Song Lingshuang's first feeling when he regained consciousness was pain, and taking a breath would stimulate all the nerves in his whole body.He couldn't help frowning.

"Why, do you know it hurts?" A cold and familiar voice sounded beside him.

Song Lingshuang opened his eyes and turned his head, and saw the white dress.

Changsun Jue half-kneeled beside him, with concerned eyes, holding a luminous pearl in his hand, illuminating the space.

"Ye Mingzhu is so dark, why don't you use the Lighting Curse." Song Lingshuang's voice was so hoarse that he was startled.

He wanted to rub his head, which was so painful that it was about to split, but found that he couldn't even lift his hands.He felt a pain in his chest, and looked down at the wound, only to find that there was a small copper tube inserted under his right collarbone. Surprised, he wanted to pull it out, "What is this?"

Changsun Jue pulled him back, "I can't pull it out. You were stabbed in the chest and hurt your lung. It can keep you breathing temporarily." He paused, "But it's hard to say how long we can last. We need to get out as soon as possible."

Song Lingshuang: "I remembered, someone is going to kill me..."

He was startled suddenly, realizing something was wrong, "Why are you here?"

He was so used to Changsun Jue being by his side that he didn't realize it just now.

"You fell into the spirit pool, and I followed."

"How did you come here?"

"Jumped in."

"Jumped in?"

"Jumped in."

Song Lingshuang had no strength in his body, but the fire in his heart was rushing up, "Did you jump in?"

Changsun Jue looked at him and smiled slightly, "He jumped in. Which word does senior brother not understand?"

The more calm and breezy Changsun Jue was, the angrier Song Lingshuang became, and in a fit of anger, he wanted to grab the person in front of him regardless of the pain.But after all, his body was weaker than he imagined, and the result of wanting to teach others in the past was to fall into the arms of the person he wanted to teach.

Even so, Song Lingshuang was unwilling to let it go. He held on to Changsun Jue's lapel with all his strength, "Changsun Jue! Have you thought about the danger of jumping in? What if you die?"

"You mean, I should watch you die?" Changsun Jue's tone was still gentle, but he looked at Song Lingshuang with a bit of suppressed anger, "Or are you planning to abandon me again?"

Song Lingshuang was taken aback for a moment, and then felt a little guilty, "I...I just said, there is always a better way..."

Changsun Jue: "No."

Song Lingshuang: "..."

Facing such a decisive answer, Song Lingshuang was momentarily speechless.At this moment, he was dizzy, and there seemed to be ten thousand needles piercing him in his body, so he simply closed his eyes in protest.

Changsun Jue's expression immediately softened, and he asked worriedly, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Smelling the cold fragrance from Changsun Jue's body, Song Lingshuang's heart softened again, and all his followers followed. What could he do with this person.So he stopped being brave and nodded honestly.

Changsun Jue: "You just said someone was going to kill you, did you see who it was?"

Song Lingshuang shook his head weakly.

"It's fine if you don't see it. After we fell into the spirit pool, we fell into this secret room. You rest first, and I will continue to find the exit."

Changsun Jue stood up and held the Ye Mingzhu to look at the surrounding stone walls.

Song Lingshuang tried hard to adjust to his increasingly difficult breathing, and asked again, "Why don't you use the Light Curse?"

"I ran out of spiritual power before I fell." Changsun Jue said nonchalantly.

With Changsun Jue's cultivation, how could his spiritual power be exhausted so quickly?Song Lingshuang felt strange, but he no longer had the energy to think about it.

He asked feebly, "Can I get out?"

Changsun Jue turned around and gave him a reassuring smile, which made Song Lingshuang feel a little bit of comfort amidst all kinds of discomfort.

Changsun Jue said softly: "I'll figure out a way. You don't have to worry about it, just get some sleep first."

Song Lingshuang wanted to say that she would also come to help, but it seemed that she had exhausted all her strength when she lost her temper with Changsun Jue just now, and her eyelids were filled with lead at this moment.Before he could speak, he fell into a deep sleep.

This time Song Lingshuang didn't sleep very comfortably.In his sleep, he felt cold for a while, but soon warmed up again.When he woke up again, he was on Changsun Jue's back.The brass pipe on his chest was treated so that he would not be crushed when he lay on Changsun Jue's back.

Changsun Jue carried him on his back and walked in a long corridor surrounded by ice.The ice cubes reflected the light of the night pearl, much brighter than the secret room just now.

Song Lingshuang's spirit improved slightly, but her mind was still dazed.

He asked, "Where is this place?"

"This is the ice tomb." Changsun Jue's deep voice came.

Song Lingshuang was close to Changsun Jue, and could feel the slight vibration from the resonance, and couldn't help but feel at ease.Then he suddenly realized that Changsun Jue was only wearing a middle coat, but his coat was wrapped around him!

"Changsun Jue, put me down!" He had difficulty breathing and spoke extremely hard, but he still tried to raise his voice.

Changsun Jue didn't put him down, but stopped in his tracks.Song Lingshuang would only call him by his full name when he was angry.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"Put your clothes on!"

Changsun Jue was stunned, "So it's this one. I'm not cold. Don't talk, and conserve your strength." He started to walk forward again.

"Aren't you cold?" Song Lingshuang became angry again. For some reason, his temper seemed to have deteriorated after being injured. In the past, Changsun Jue was the one who attacked him. Since he fell into this ghost place, this is the second time for him Getting angry, "Aren't you cold? You don't know that you have a cold! Quickly put on my clothes!"

Changsun Jue still spoke calmly, "You are like a stove lying on my back, how can I be cold?"

Song Lingshuang was out of breath at first, and wanted to resist anxiously, but he had no strength in his body. He was short of breath for a while, and suddenly coughed violently.With this cough, blood was coughed up, and it fell on Changsun Jue's white coat, bright red.

Changsun Jue hurriedly stopped, put Song Lingshuang down against the wall, checked the brass tube on his chest, and gently stroked his back to help him relax.When he stopped coughing, Changsun Jue took out another pill from the medicine bag and fed it into his mouth.

He said softly, "I don't have spiritual power now, I can only rely on you. Can you still adjust your breath?"

Song Lingshuang nodded with difficulty, endured the tingling pain in his body, and slowly used his spiritual power to dissolve the elixir he had just swallowed.After a while, he came back to his senses and felt a little better.

He met Changsun Jue's worried gaze and suddenly felt aggrieved.He grabbed Changsun Jue's hand, which was as cold as ice.I don't know if it was because of the injury that made her physically and mentally weak, but Song Lingshuang's eyes were slightly teary.

"A Jue, didn't your spiritual power run out when you were up there?"

Chang Sun Jue did not speak.

Song Lingshuang bit her lip and tried her best not to lose her composure.

This is his A Jue.

He should have guessed that his spiritual power was used up to save himself.If not, how could he survive after suffering such a serious injury and falling into the spirit pond?This man obviously had a cold illness, but he also gave him the coat inlaid with the fire talisman, so that he could suffer from the cold.

Song Lingshuang didn't know whether to be angry or moved.He grabbed Changsun Jue and pulled him in front of him, put his arms around his shoulders, and tried hard to pass his warmth over.

"Ah Jue..." He pressed against the opponent's chest and called his name in a buzzing voice, feeling his eyes sore and his heart aching.

Song Lingshuang didn't know when he lost consciousness, and when he woke up again, it became more difficult to breathe.

He noticed they were in an ice room.There are several ice coffins in the center of the ice room, and at first glance they are all empty.He was sitting on the ground against the wall, and Changsun Jue seemed to be reading a book not far away.

reading?Why are there books here?Song Lingshuang thought in a daze.

"Ah Jue..." His voice sounded like a broken wind.

Changsun Jue came over immediately after hearing the sound, "How about it, can you still hold on?"

Song Lingshuang nodded weakly.But the worry in Changsun Jue's eyes became more and more serious.

Song Lingshuang tried to raise the corners of his mouth. He didn't know whether he was smiling successfully or not, so he tried his best to comfort Changsun Jue with an indistinct voice, "Don't worry, I'm not willing to die. If I die, what will you do?"

He saw a gleam of water in Changsun Jue's eyes.He grabbed Changsun Jue's hand, feeling colder than before.

"A Jue, I'm not cold anymore, put on your clothes quickly."

He felt that the people in front of him were about to melt into the surrounding ice, and even the blood on their lips was gone.But how did he know that he himself was so pale that he didn't look like a living person.

Changsun Jue didn't respond, put his hand on his face, and comforted him: "This ice tomb should be the place where the emperor used to store books. I have found the clues, and I will definitely take you out."

Song Lingshuang fell into a coma again.He woke up from time to time and found himself still on Changsun Jue's back, and soon fell asleep again.His waking hours were getting shorter and shorter.

He was dreaming in a daze, dreaming of that night on Qingyan Mountain, dreaming that Changsun Jue carried his dying self like this a long time ago.

There were many times in the dream that he couldn't breathe, but at this time, his lips would feel a piece of ice, and then he could take a few more breaths, feeling a little more comfortable.

He thought in a trance, he has survived the reincarnation moat, so should he break here?If he really died, what would his A Jue look like?

Waking up this time seemed to exhaust all the strength in Song Lingshuang's body. To be honest, he didn't feel any pain anymore, but the feeling of being unable to breathe became stronger and his mind became more dizzy.

Changsun Jue, with his back on his back, stopped in front of an ice wall.

Dead end?

He heard Chang Sun Jue's voice next to his ear: "Are you awake?"

Song Lingshuang hesitated, but he was afraid that if he fell asleep again, he would not be able to wake up.

"Ah Jue, I... a little bit, I can't hold on anymore... If I die..." he said with a sour voice.

A low voice in his ear interrupted him, "Do you believe me?"

Song Lingshuang took a small breath with difficulty, "I believe...I...Of course I do."

Now he has to take a break even to say a word, "But, if I... really die... I, Song Lingshuang... just, promise you the next life. So, you, don't...get angry."

The person in front fell silent.

After a while, Changsun Jue said, "I don't want your next life. This life is good, and I want your life. Song Lingshuang, since you believe in me, cheer me up and persevere. I will definitely take you out!"

There was a little tremor in his voice that was hard to detect, but there was also unquestionable firmness.

Song Lingshuang struggled to pull back a smile, and tried to nod his head so that Changsun Jue could feel his presence.

"Okay." He put his face on Changsun Jue's back, his voice was so weak that only the two of them could hear, "But if I really die, you... live..."

Darkness enveloped him again, and this time there was no dream at all.

A second before his consciousness disappeared, he was thinking that it was a lie to say that there will be a revolving door when people die.It's not bad to die on the back of the one you love after a lifetime of tossing.

But will A Jue be sad again?

Talking is nothing, A Jue will definitely get angry again...

The author has something to say:

Every time Brother Wuli was in danger, A Jue was by his side.

Which one is better at protecting wives, junior brother Wuli will carry the flag~