Her whole face was full of disbelief and the unimaginable. Her eyes were filled even more with anxiety and shock.
Beichen Ying’s entire person was already unable to move, like a motionless statue. He held his breath with rapt attention, with his pair of eyes staring fixedly at Nangong Liuyun.
Second Brother, hang on ah!
Beichen Ying was so anxious that the rims of his eyes were red.
Right now, Nangong Liuyun’s situation was very bad.
He never imagined that when he set foot on the fighting stage, afterwards, the surrounding environment would change in a flash.
Now, Nangong Liuyun could clearly feel the changes in his body.
Originally full of life and vitality, seemed to pass rapidly.
The structures of his body rapidly aged.
The spirit force in his body poured out like huge, wild waves. A steady flow of spirit force and life’s essence passed.
So much so that every step forward he took, he could clearly feel the distance between his own death getting closer by a step.
On that high stage, the small, white jade brocade box gave off a brilliant luster, like the stars in the night sky, dazzling and bright.
The corner of Nangong Liuyun’s mouth hooked into a vague and tender smile.
Getting hold of the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort was tantamount to saving Luo girl’s life.
The corner of Nangong Liuyun’s mouth perked up into a weak smile:
Luo girl, wait for me.
Under the stage, Su Luo’s eye sockets were red and swollen. The tears in her eyes, drop by drop, rolled down her cheeks.
Don’t, Nangong Liuyun, don’t…
Su Luo’s figure was fixed in place, she couldn’t run up to the fighting stage. She could only shout out anxiously.
But no matter how she tore her heart and split her lungs to cry out, Nangong Liuyun still firmly walked towards that Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort.
His steps were weak but unwavering.
Su Luo could clearly see the change in his physical condition.
Thirty-year-old Nangong Liuyun.
Forty-year-old Nangong Liuyun.
Fifty-year-old Nangong Liuyun.
….Every step he walked, his life would age a bit.
No, no it can’t be like this. How could Third Senior Brother…
Large droplets of tears fell from Zi Yan’s eyes, she fell crying into Beichen Ying’s arms.
The fists at Beichen Ying’s side gave off snapping sounds from being clenched so tightly. But he was helpless, he was so angry that his fist smashed into the wall.
A crystal-like teardrop was silently wiped away by him.
Watching him rapidly age, watching as his sparkling and translucent jade like skin became withered skin and bones. Watching as his cut, tall and slender body became thin like a human skeleton in a flash. Watching as his pitch-black as ink fine hair became white….Su Luo only felt dizzy, with bursts of black caming from her mind.
Her Nangong…incomparably handsome, Nangong, so beautiful as to steal people’s souls, now, he had almost turned into an old, grey-haired human skeleton.
And now, there were only three steps’ distance from him getting the Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort.
Very challenging three steps.
Nangong Liuyun seemed to sense Su Luo’s heartache. With great difficulty, he returned to his senses, and smiled beautifully at Su Luo.
Su Luo’s tears madly rushed out with a rustling sound.
Climbing so exhaustedly until dropping down to the underworld. Nangong Liuyun, no matter where you go, I will follow after you and go too!
Su Luo almost had no voice as she said this sentence.
In this second, her heart really pulsed because of Nangong Liuyun.
In this moment, Su Luo finally realized that she had already loved him more than herself.
Believe in me.
Nangong Liuyun smiled as if he was about to collapse, afterwards, he once again took a step forward.
Pfff
A mouthful of scarlet blood, after some delay, freely came out from the corner of his mouth.
Nangong Liuyun didn’t even have the strength to lift a hand and wipe it away. Immediately following, he took another step forward.
Pfff
This time, Nangong Liuyun vomited out large mouthful after mouthful of blood.
His five viscera and six bowels had all become seriously old and weak, his vitality was close to being dried up.
Nangong Liuyun extended out a hand, he looked at his own arm, it was withered like firewood…everything all indicated that the distance to death was very close.
