After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Lin Mao didn't wait long.

A familiar figure staggered through the courtyard door and came straight towards him.

The moment he saw Lin Mao, even through the thick ointment and bandages, he could see the panic and panic bursting out of Chang Xiaoqing's body.

It can be seen that Red Peony did not deceive Lin Mao before. Judging from the strength of breaking the door and the skills of jumping, Chang Xiaoqing is indeed fine.

But it happened that he was like this, and during the short distance from the courtyard gate to Lin Mao's side, he fell several times on the flat ground.

"Teacher...Teacher..."

Such a tall and strong man.

Such a peerless master in martial arts.

Finally, he rolled and crawled to Lin Mao's side, but he could only close his lips and stare blankly at the bleeding wound on Lin Mao's chest. After a while, he couldn't even utter the "Master" in full.

Chang Xiaoqing stretched out his hand to hold Lin Mao's wound, but when he raised his hand, he could only see the bloody palm full of scratches and dust due to the injury and previous wrestling. He put his hand away in panic. When I went back, I frantically wiped my clothes on my clothes, trying to wipe my hands clean so as to help Lin Mao stop the bleeding...

But no matter how he wiped, the blood on his hands could not be wiped clean.

Lin Mao looked up at Chang Xiaoqing with difficulty.

"Xiaoqing, don't be afraid."

he said softly.

Chang Xiaoqing was so trembling that she couldn't even speak a word.

It can only be seen from the shape of his mouth that he is constantly calling... Master.

He knelt beside Lin Mao, his whole body bent down.

"I'm so cold, Xiaoqing... give me a hug..."

Lin Mao murmured.

Chang Xiaoqing immediately stretched out her hand and held Lin Mao tightly in her arms.

Lin Mao rested his head on Chang Xiaoqing's arm.

He slowly stretched out his hand and stroked Chang Xiaoqing's long gray hair.

"It's me...I'm sorry..."

Lin Mao said softly.

"Woooo..."

A series of deep sobs burst out of Chang Xiaoqing's throat.

At this moment, he already had a premonition of what he was about to meet next.

This distorted his entire face, tears streaming down his face, he no longer looked like the stern young man who had always been taciturn, but a helpless child abandoned by his parents in the cold wind.

"Don't...Master...I beg you...I beg you...don't...don't do this...to me..."

Finally, Chang Xiaoqing struggled to squeeze out the fragmented whispers.

Lin Mao stroked Chang Xiaoqing's head once and for all.

It was like many years ago, when he hugged the skinny little boy who was too frightened to fall asleep on the bed, gently stroked the latter's soft hair, comforted him, and allowed him to fall asleep.

The unforgettable pain is gradually fading away.

But the cold spread.

Chang Xiaoqing's tears soaked his body, and Lin Mao felt a little sad in his heart, although at this moment, he obviously had no heart.

The warmth absorbed from Chang Xiaoqing became weaker and weaker.

And Lin Mao's vision gradually became gray.

In the end, the only person with color in this world is Chang Xiaoqing beside him.

"sorry Sorry……"

Lin Mao could only try his best to apologize to Chang Xiaoqing.

"I like you...Master...I like...I like you...don't do this...don't treat me like this..."

Perhaps even Chang Xiaoqing himself did not expect that in his life, he would be so reckless and heart-piercingly expressing his feelings to Lin Mao in such a scene.

Lin Mao's fingers slipped from the side of Chang Xiaoqing's neck unknowingly.

He quietly looked at Chang Xiaoqing, who was in tears, with a peaceful expression.

"All my life..."

Lin Mao's line of sight seems to have passed Chang Xiaoqing, looking far, far away.

"I have given my love to Senior Brother Chang in my life... I have given my life to Gong Ningzi... I have nothing left, Xiaoqing, I'm sorry... I really have nothing..."

"But I obviously don't want anything!"

Chang Xiaoqing clung to Lin Mao tightly and let out a painful cry.

"Master, I don't need anything... I just want you!! I just want to be with Master..."

"It's my fault..." Lin Mao's voice became weaker and weaker. He exhausted his last bit of strength and struggled to say, "Xiaoqing, I owe you... I will... I will give my next life to you." How are you……"

His vision completely darkened.

The warm sky, the slightly cold temperature in early spring, the damp smell after the rain, and Chang Xiaoqing's hoarse sobbing...

Everything gradually began to fade away from his world.

But in the haze, it seems to be slowly blooming on the other side with bright red flowers like blood.

And among the clump of flowers and trees, there was a familiar figure, standing there quietly waiting for him, as if he was about to speak in the next second, calling him softly, cat, it's too slow.

"Ah... this dream... is really good."

Lin Mao muttered in a low voice.

A bright and peaceful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His hand finally fell from Chang Xiaoqing's side.

"..."

But Chang Xiaoqing never made a sound.

He just hunched down, as if he wanted to embed Lin Mao's corpse into his body, and hugged the man tightly and forcefully.

Yes, what a dream it was.

It's just that he has forgotten that all the fantasy dreams have the moment of waking up.