The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 226 Dual Cultivation Secret Method

Chu Shun did not sink, for he was a thin young man.

　　He picked up Chu Shun's sword and walked with him in the dark. Not long after, the illusion around him slowly dissipated. It was already evening, and a drizzle fell on them. They were at the door of an ancestral hall, the door behind them was closed, and there were several coffins around them.

　　He and Chu Shun stood in the middle of the circle of coffins, one in front and one behind. Chu Shun coughed softly a few times and his eyelids trembled a few times. In the end, he had consumed too much energy and his body slid down in a faint.

　　His body was still covered with wounds and his face was as pale as a ghost. Ling Yugeng heard the noise, reached out to support him, checked his breath, took out a pill from the storage bag, and put it to his lips. Chu Shun's tightly closed lips were pale, so Ling Yugeng had to pry his lips open while keeping an eye on his surroundings.

　　There was a loud "bang".

　　Dust was flying and the coffin lid was overturned.

　　Ling Yugeng's fingers trembled.

　　Chu Shun's eyelashes trembled a few times at the noise, and his tightly closed lips relaxed. Ling Yugeng's hand holding the pill immediately put the medicine into his mouth. He pressed his finger against Chu Shun's soft tongue, and the medicine was pushed in and stuck in Chu Shun's throat.

　　Chu Shun frowned uncomfortably. Seeing this, Ling Yugeng lifted his chin and tried to let the medicine roll down, but Chu Shun's face turned red and he didn't swallow it. The wrinkles between his brows deepened, and he looked like a small yellow flower in the vegetable field that was wet by the rain, so pitiful.

　　Perhaps it was because he was in an illusion, and the data in his brain was still affected. Seeing that Chu Shun was almost suffocating, Ling Yugeng didn't care about the movement on the other side of the coffin next to him. Several images flashed through his mind, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

　　He gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, and lowered his head——

　　"Fuck him, whoever put me in the coffin, I'll kill you..." The woman who was cursing suddenly stopped, "Master?"

　　Ling Yugeng's mouth was only two fingers away from Chu Shun, their breathing intertwined together, and Chu Shun made a sound from below.

　　"Cough cough... cough..."

　　He coughed and took a breath, with a faint taste of blood on his lips and teeth. Chu Shun opened his eyes and saw Ling Yugeng's face enlarged in front of him in his hazy vision.

　　He hadn't regained his senses yet. He only knew that his current master would never get so close to anyone. His hands suddenly clenched and curled up, his nails digging into his palms. His pupils constricted for a moment. He thought he was still in an illusion. When he saw this scene, a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, and he stabbed it towards Ling Yugeng.

　　He was injured, and Ling Yugeng easily neutralized his strength.

　　With a slight sound, the knife fell to the ground, and Chu Shun's unfocused eyes came back to life.

　　Ling Yugeng grabbed Chu Shun's wrist and pressed him to the ground. Because he leaned over just now, this posture made their figures overlap.

　　A strand of black hair slid down from his shoulder and swept across Chu Shun's cheek. Ling Yugeng's lips were straightened and he pursed them without saying a word, his thoughts tangled into several knots that were indescribable.