Wu Chang Jie

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Chapter 245
Only after Xie Bi An took a few breaths was he able to brace himself and continue to clean up those hideous wounds.

Fan Wu She had always been half-leaning on him, clutching his clothes tightly, and letting out gruff snorts when he was hurting like hell, but most of the time, he was just restraining himself by shivering. Occasionally whispering in his ear, "Big brother, I'm in pain."

Anger and pain were the poison that infused emotions. The black death aura couldn't stop diffusing from his whole body, and the blood vessels in his eyes were getting darker and darker, as if wanting to swallow the whites of his eyes.

Xie Bi An regretted it. He regretted saying "cry out when you feel pain". When Fan Wu She really announced the pain in his mouth, the one who couldn't resist was him instead. He finally couldn't help but respond: "Bear a little more, it will be done soon."

Even if there was only a trace of a soothing tone in this sentence, it was also grasped by Fan Wu She. To him, it was like a long drought meeting sweet dew, because that was the tenderness that this person had not given for a long time. Almost in a flash, the black death aura was collected, his eyes also regained clarity, and his heavily damaged heart was smeared with honey. He held the clothing material in his hand tightly, secretly revealing a light smile, and continued to say in a hoarse voice: "But it really hurts. Was big brother in this much pain just now?"

"No."

"It must have." Fan Wu She put his hand on Xie Bi An's waist's eyes*, "If only all of the pain was on me, that'll be good."

"... Don't move." Xie Bi An cleaned another wound again, "It's almost done."

Fan Wu She snorted: "Last time, when I couldn't keep up with practicing my martial arts, big brother always said that the time would be up soon. In the end, it was still a long time. Is big brother lying to me again?"

"I'm not lying to you."

"Then if I persist till the end, how will big brother reward me?" Fan Wu She's tone carried some joy, "Make some delicious food for me in the evening? Or take me out to play?"

Xie Bi An pursed his lips. Looking at Fan Wu She's whole body covered in blood, his tall and strong body was trembling in his arms, and repeating those warm and intimate conversations of when he was young. A flaw had appeared on his heart that was in full gear at this moment. He heard himself reply without thinking: "When was there a day that I didn't make what you loved to eat?"

When this statement came out, both of them were equally shocked. Wouldn't this response admit that Fan Wu She was Xiao Jiu? This seemingly ordinary sentence was like a tempestuous storm to their moods and circumstances.

But what came subsequently was great sorrow. At this moment, they seemed to have really dreamed back to a hundred years ago, when they seemed to be close brothers and all the ugliness had not happened. This was not the Underworld, the land of the dead, but just an ordinary afternoon in Wuji Palace.

What other words in this world are crueler than "last time"?

This was Fan Wu She's deliberate attempt to drag Xie Bi An to this stage. He should have been overjoyed, and should have continued his victorious pursuit, but he carefully leaned against Xie Bi An and did not speak again. He was afraid that this was another dream, and that even the slightest sound would frighten the person in this dream.

Xie Bi An also didn't speak anymore. He quickly finished cleaning Fan Wu She's wounds, applied medicine and bandaged it in one go.

Fan Wu She took out a new set of clothes from his qiankun bag and slowly put them on his body, but he was very weak and could not put them on after several attempts.