Chapter 365: Life on the Line

he Japanese makeup skills I learned before are still a little useful. This is yours, put it on quickly, I'll go to the front hall to order food, come find me when you're done changing."Wutong took the...The previous attack from the Asura warriors had dealt Fu ZiMo a tremendous wound, though he endured with all his might, there was finally a moment when he fell.

Qin Luo Yan rushed to Fu Zi Mo's side, but saw Ni Wan with a pained expression probing Fu Zi Mo's breath! Her footsteps suddenly stopped, especially when Ni Wan looked up and slowly shook her head at her, she almost fainted.

Nian Wan cried, more manlike than any man, Nian Wan even burst into tears, constantly muttering, "Impossible, impossible, my master couldn't possibly..."

The surrounding men in black also seemed to be unable to react to the sudden and unacceptable turn of events. In their hearts, Fu Zi Mo was a god-like figure, so they had never thought that one day, this deity would also have a time of demise.

For a moment, the only sound in the courtyard was Niwan's cries of pain.

Qin Luoyan's face was pale, devoid of any blood color. She took a deep breath, then another, biting her lower lip tightly. Perhaps she bit too hard, for her lower lip instantly broke, and blood flowed into her mouth. The bitterness, however, couldn't compare to the pain in her heart.

“How could someone who was fine just now be gone like this” Qin Luoyan didn’t believe it, so she kept shaking her head. Then, with a thud, she knelt on the ground, her forehead pressed against the cold earth. All she saw before her eyes was dirt.

Her thoughts were in complete disarray, her mind filled with fragments of her entire life. From being bullied by classmates in elementary school to having unreliable roommates in college, and the group of heartless colleagues in the studio. In the end, the image was of Fu Zimuo holding Xiao Yijing, a tall figure carefully cradling a child. The scene was both comical and heartwarming, bringing tears to her eyes.

"No, he can't die like this! No, no, no!" Qin Luoyan wiped away her tears, then clasped her hands together and mimicked the CPR and artificial respiration she had been trained in to perform on him.

She remembered that during the initial training, the teacher had said that the younger ones who suddenly lost their breath and heartbeat had a higher chance of coming back. This was because their organs functioned well and had a greater possibility of revival.

So she pressed down on Fu Zimu's chest repeatedly, pressing a few times and then performing CPR again. This went back and forth.

Those around her didn't know what she was doing, but at this moment, no one stopped the woman with a face full of grief. They were all immersed in their own world of sorrow, seemingly unable to find direction for the future.

“Come on, come on, wake up, you have to wake up!” In her heart, Qin Luoyan shouted repeatedly, but in her actions, she didn’t slack off at all. She even tried her best to recall every move when the teacher taught first aid knowledge, only by doing the moves to the most standard could there be a greater hope.

"Enough! If the master truly has left, then let him rest in peace..." Ni Wan saw Qin Luoyan constantly kissing Fu Zimo, seeming displeased. She vented all her anger onto her, "It's all your fault! If it weren't for saving you, the master wouldn't have let those people seize his weakness. It's all because of you, a disaster! The master treasured you so much in life, now that he's gone, you should go with him! This way, the master won't have wasted his affections on you."

Ni Wan's expression grew increasingly ferocious. These words weren't just directed at Qin Luo Yan, they seemed to be a way of persuading herself as well. She silently picked up the discarded long sword and slowly placed it on Qin Luo Yan's neck, saying coldly, "I said, that's enough!"

Qin Luoyan's vision was blurred by tears, her whole mind focused on saving Fu Zimu. She had no time to pay attention to Ni Wan's actions and words. She seemed oblivious to the sword at her neck, still leaning down to give Fu Zimu artificial respiration.

For a moment, even Ni Wan was stunned, forgetting to move. She let the long sword slash at Qin Luo'yan’s neck. Almost instinctively, she reached out and pulled back, saving Qin Luo'yan from a certain death.

Even Ni Wan, who had always been ruthless, didn't even know why she gave up the chance to send Qin Luo Yan to hell at the last moment. Perhaps it was Fu Zi Mo's order or the subconscious influence that affected her actions. Fu Zi Mo ordered her to protect Qin Luo Yan, so deep down in her bones, there was a belief in protecting Qin Luo Yan.

The blood on Qin Luoyan's neck dripped down with her leaning movement, the hot blood falling between Fu Zimuo's icy thin lips, like a blooming red peony, outlining his thin lips with the most delicate color.

Suddenly, a soft cough came from Fu Zi Mo's mouth.

The voice was very soft, so soft that if you didn't listen carefully, you would completely ignore it. However, Qin Luo Yan, who was lying on him, heard it, and she heard it clearly.

She disregarded her own injuries and rushed back to shout at Ni Wan, "Do you have any healing medicine on you Hurry up and take it out!"

Ni Wan didn't react, "Master... he has already..."

"Is it or isn't it!" Qin Luoyan growled, having no time to listen to Ni Wan's chatter.

Ni Wan looked at Fu Zi Mo, shocked to find that there was a slight rise and fall of his chest. She was so excited that she almost lost her voice, and hurriedly took out a bottle from her bosom. She was so excited that she didn't even have the mood to explain what was in the bottle.

Qin Luoyan took the porcelain bottle, opened the stopper, and poured its contents into Fu Zimo's mouth. But what she didn't expect was that the bottle contained blood.

Blood…

In an instant, Qin Luoyan knew what this was.

Qilin Blood, a seemingly miraculous medicinal herb that can suppress the toxins in Fu Zi Mo's body, is actually something more poisonous than the toxins within him. The so-called suppression is nothing but using poison to counteract poison.

Fu Zi Mo, after drinking the Qilin's blood, didn't immediately wake up. He was still in a coma, but at least he had pulled himself back from the brink of death.

Qin Luoyan finally let out a long, heavy sigh. She gently touched Fu Zimo's cheek, tears streaming down her face as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. The feeling just now was too shocking, something she didn't want to experience again in her entire life.

"Zimo, this lifetime let me die in front of you, okay" She finally truly experienced once, not seeking to live together, but seeking to die together. She didn't even dare to think about what she should do if Fu Zimo really couldn't be saved How would Xiao Yijing live on

She and Xiao Yu Jing's lives were already intertwined with Fu Zi Mo's. Fu Zi Mo's enemies would become their enemies. Once this towering tree of protection, Fu Zi Mo, collapsed, who else would protect them, a mother and her child This is the reality of society; there are few who offer help in times of need, but many who kick someone when they're down.

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