Feng Rugu opened his eyes and saw Jing Sanchai, who was like Bai Wuchang.

He didn't know when Jing Sanchai woke up, nor how he crawled over under severe injuries.

At this moment, he was more dead than Feng Rugu.

After some conspiracy, Feng Rugu only had the words "return to the light" left in his mind, and he even had no intention of calculating his hands that pinched his neck.

He raised his right hand, which had not been cut, and touched Jing Sanchao's forehead: "Brother Chai."

When Jing Sanchai heard this title, hot tears dripped between Yingxiu's eyebrows and eyes, which fell on Feng Rugu's body, making him wonder if he had been cut again.

"Hey, hey." Feng Rugu said softly, "Don't cry. I'm going to call you, Sister Chai."

Jing Sanchai choked up a few times and called him: "...Feng Ruyuan."

Feng Rugu teased him: "Call me, brother."

For the first time, Jing Sanchai actually passed by him.

He said, "Brother, are you dead, okay?"

Feng Rugu stopped talking.

Jing Sanchai tried his best to lower his voice, but he didn't know that he and Feng Rugu had become a pair of little mosquitoes, and the sound was like air flowing. Feng Rugu wanted to understand what he was saying, so he had to pay extra money: "...Have a grudge against me, I killed you, don't rush to hate me after death, wait for me on the Naihe Bridge, and I will come soon..."

"Three Flowers." Feng Rugu coaxed him softly, "I can still last for two days."

"I don't allow you to die in that person's hands, nor in your own hands... I'll die in your own hands, I'll go to the purgatory of the Wujian." Jing Sanchai cried, "I would rather you die in my hands."

Feng Rugu could not hold him, so he had to catch his weak hands, pinch his wrist, let him lie on his knees, and pat his back.
Chapter completed!