Chapter 1184 – Scarlet Blood Ningpo Figwort (5)
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 .
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 .