funbook-pk Chapter 328
Chapter 328
Amid the green, the blood color is like a glaring dagger.
Yan Congzhi closed his lips, his mouth corners tightly pursed, silence spread in the air, and the young man stood still.
It seemed to the man as long as a century.
He seemed to experience emotions he had never experienced before.
It turns out that there really is a distinction between beauty and ugliness in this world.
He had once devoted himself to the pursuit of truth and disdained complications. He did not understand why some disciples would go to such great lengths to change their appearance and go astray for the sake of beauty.
The external appearance is just a superficial appearance. Non-action is the true nature and is not worthy of further attention.
But at this moment, Yan Congzhi suddenly felt that his legs were ugly.
Exposed to the daylight, in front of the wild grass and trees.
Exposed to the eyes of his own apprentice.
He felt ashamed.
The man's hands were shaking. He slowly put down the paper figure in his arms, being careful not to let it get stained with blood.
When the paper man was lying safely, Yan Congzhi silently exhaled the breath he had held for a long time. When he breathed again, he felt the air was cold.
Just like pouring ice water into the nasal cavity, it will not make people feel comfortable when it enters the lungs, but only make them feel suffocated.
"I……"
Yan Congzhi stammered something but didn't say it out loud. He lowered his hands, tore open his trousers and turned them inside out. He didn't dare to look up at the expression or eyes of the person opposite him. He just wanted to bandage his remaining limbs quickly.
Blood, flesh, and tissue fluid mixed together.
He had seen this countless times in his previous world, with corpses and seas of blood coming and going with ease.
But here, in such a world, in front of such a person, in such a situation, he felt that he shouldn't be like this.
He should be the disciple's support, confidence, and the one who can agree to everything and do everything.
Instead of watching his apprentice like a tired stray dog, fighting for his life on an unknown road.
Yes, risk your life.
You never know when you will die.
And I am a burden that I cannot keep up with him.
I was out of breath after running through the mountains, and was exhausted after just two hours.
Yan Congzhi's hands were gripping the cloth, which was wrinkled. His blood seemed to be flowing to the soles of his feet, and his fingers were icy cold.
Life suddenly felt real.
Yan Congzhi in this bubble world in the mirror lake is a living person with flesh and blood, no longer a puppet-like stand-in.
It's him.
It's him.
It’s Yan Congzhi.
"I... it doesn't matter..."
Yan Congzhi unfolded the cloth, not daring to look up, not wanting to delay his apprentice's progress. Just as he was about to bandage it, the young man reached out and grabbed the wrist.
The man looked at the forearm stretched in front of him, which was covered with blood marks by the dense branches and leaves, and was speechless.
"master……"
After Ni Yangzhou finished speaking, he realized that he was crying.
Yan Congzhi looked up suddenly and met those tear-filled eyes.
"We're not leaving."
The young man held the prosthetic limb in both hands and laid it down, then supported the man who was leaning against a large rock nearby. Without giving Yan Congzhi a chance to refuse, he put the man down carefully and put him in a more comfortable position.
Ni Yangzhou couldn't hide the sobs in his throat, his tears were silent but surging, falling to the ground in a string, soaking the green leaves.
A large teardrop fell on the back of the man's hand, and Yan Congzhi couldn't help but tremble as if he was burned.
Ni Yangzhou's heart was filled with mixed emotions at this moment, and anger and sorrow that came from nowhere also swept through his body and mind at the same time.
For so many years, so many lifetimes, so many missions, he has always tried to accept them, to do his best, to convince himself to keep moving forward and not to stop.
For the first time, he had the thought of giving up from the bottom of his heart.
The injured leg was not on him.
If it were him, maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal and he could still hold on, but that person was his master.
No matter whether he was Meng Ting, Min Liu, Yin Jiazhu, or Yan Congzhi, he should not have that kind of expression.
Ni Yangzhou did not miss the man's expression when his wound was forced to be exposed.
He was a panic-stricken inferior, like a slave who was about to be punished, waiting desperately and anxiously for his own verdict.
An expression, but more than just an expression.
Ni Yangzhou was lost in those pure black pupils again.
It was like a black hole, inside which was Meng Ting crying while holding her own corpse, Min Liu curled up in bed waiting for dawn, and Yin Jiazhu staring at his lover jumping out of the plane.
It is this moment, chasing, following, and waiting for him.
Yan Congzhi.
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How to capture a man's heart.
Article 10: Sincerity is the ultimate killer move. If you really love him, ignore the above nine points.
Love is a part of life experience. If you devote yourself to it and feel it, there is no gain or loss.
Life is your life. Choose to love someone, experience love, hate, joy, worry, gain and loss, and that love will have meaning.
There are loves that fill you up and make you who you are.
Don't seek results, don't be greedy for the future.
Right now, this moment, is worth it.
If he is the right person.
He will offer his heart.