Xuanxia

Chapter 1112 I Want You By My Side
After Qiu Chan woke up, many emotions briefly flashed in her eyes.

She was surprised at first, then confused, and finally she found the tenderness and trembling in Fu Qingzhou's pupils...

"Am I dead?"

She spoke slowly.

Her body, which had been moistened by top-grade elixirs and nurtured by the hands of Bai He Zhenren, was free of any hindrance or hoarseness even when she spoke; her voice was still as clear as spring rain.

Fu Qingzhou smiled.

He reached out and stroked Qiu Chan's face, and whispered, "Yes, you died, but I beat up the King of Hell, changed the Book of Life and Death, and brought you back."

Qiu Chan didn't understand what he said, she just held his hand, and suddenly frowned: "You've gotten older."

"Where is it?"

Fu Qingzhou glared: "It's only been more than three years!"

"Three years?" Qiu Chan's eyes flickered: "Have we won?"

"I woke you up just to let you see how we win." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile.

He carefully helped Qiu Chan sit up.

When he wanted to turn his head to ask Tang Jiao to help, he found that Tang Jiao was no longer in the tent - he was so engrossed in the tent that he didn't even notice that Tang Jiao had left the tent.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Chan tilted her head to look at him.

"nothing."

Fu Qingzhou turned around, and the two of them looked into each other's eyes again, and smiled in tacit understanding.

For some reason, they both read a message from each other's eyes - now, don't talk.

I have so many things to say, but I just don’t know what to say.

Or maybe, nothing needs to be said.

Fu Qingzhou leaned on the edge of the bed, Qiu Chan leaned lightly on his shoulder.

It is autumn now. The autumn wind is blowing outside the window, the oil lamp is flickering inside the tent, and the sound of heavy weapons and armor can be heard from time to time outside.

Neither of them spoke, just silently listening to each other's weak breathing.

After a long time, Qiu Chan finally spoke.

"For me, actually, it hasn't been that long."

She whispered, "I only remember that I was on the city wall of the capital, and the flames engulfed me. The rest... I don't remember."

"Actually, it hasn't been that long for me." Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "You know, after the Xuanmeng Ceremony, I went to one of the five great caves and secluded myself there for three years. When I woke up, I thought only a few days or at most a few months had passed."

"Is there such a thing?"

Qiu Chan was slightly startled. She sat up straight and stared at Fu Qingzhou with her big eyes: "What realm are you in now?"

"Now..." Fu Qingzhou puffed out his chest: "Right now, there are no more than three people in the world who can fight me one-on-one."

Ning Baimei is one, the unpredictable Zhao Liang is one, and there is another...well, let's count the future old ghost. If he continues on that path of cultivation, his achievements will probably be unimaginable.

"what?!"

Qiu Chan's eyes widened instantly, and her mouth opened wide: "Are you sure I've been dead for three years? Not thirty years?!"

Next comes the standard segment - storytelling.

However, Fu Qingzhou hadn't told his story for long when Qiu Chan's brows raised and she revealed a familiar sneer.

"Great, Ayiguli, wow, Master Fu is really good. He can even pick up a little sister by going to Beiyi. Master Zuling~"

She still leaned on Fu Qingzhou, but her smile began to emit a chill: "Master Zuling, you have extraordinary powers, you must be very powerful, right? I am a little girl who grew up on the grassland, and I like heroes like you the most~"

"Cough cough cough..."

Fu Qingzhou didn't know for a moment whether he should escape or stay.

Unexpectedly, when he pretended to cough twice, blood foam spurted out of his mouth and nose. There was quite a lot of blood foam, which splashed all over himself and Qiu Chan as well.

"Hey! You pervert... Qingzhou, what's wrong with you?!" Qiu Chan was shocked and sat up suddenly.

Seeing that she was about to rush out of the tent, Fu Qingzhou quickly reached out and held her back. "It's okay, I'm fine."

He smiled weakly: "That's right, I haven't recovered yet."

"What on earth is wrong with you?" Qiu Chan was pulled by him and stopped running out, but her face was still full of worry: "Didn't you say that there are no more than three people in the world who can fight you in a one-on-one duel?"

"There is none in the world, but there is in Hades."

Fu Qingzhou wiped the blood off his face and chuckled, "It's always harder to snatch someone from the hands of the King of Hell."

Qiu Chan still didn't understand what the King of Hell meant, but she vaguely knew the meaning of the words.

It turns out... you became like this in order to wake me up.

She bit her lip, sat back on the bed, stretched out her hand and placed it on Fu Qingzhou's pulse.

Fu Qingzhou did not resist and let her explore, lowering his head to sniff the fragrance between her hair.

Qiu Chan took the patient's pulse, and slowly, a layer of mist covered her eyes.

"How is Doctor Qiu?" Fu Qingzhou asked with a smile, "Can I still be saved?"

"How could you...put yourself into this state?"

Qiu Chan didn't raise her head and asked in a low voice: "With the injuries on your body, someone else would have died long ago."

"In fact, I have recovered a lot." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile: "A few hours ago, all the bones in my body were broken."

"what!"

Qiu Chan suddenly raised her head and glared at him fiercely: "Do you want to win sympathy? Or do you want me to cry and hug you and say you are so good and awesome and I am so touched?"

"Hahahaha, no."

Fu Qingzhou stretched out his hand and rubbed her head: "I just want to tell you that this little injury is nothing to me now... As long as you can come back, I will do anything."

Qiu Chan was stunned.

Without waiting for her to speak, Fu Qingzhou's hand touched her cheek.

"Now I want nothing more."

He said seriously: "I just want you to be by my side."

As the night deepened, two shadows gradually approached and snuggled together on the screen window of the tent.

The sound of horse hooves came from afar, and the night patrol cavalry passed by with torches in hand.

Tang Jiao sat by the campfire with her knees hugged, sparks splashing onto her white clothes, and cold dew trickled down her collar, soaking her inner clothes with coldness, but she was completely unaware.

She added a dry branch to the fire, and the flames immediately licked it greedily.

Three years ago, there was also such a scorching light on the city wall...but that time, the person standing in the light was not me.

As the campfire gradually dimmed, the candlelight in the tent also dimmed.

"Should I not have sent you to him back then?"

A cold female voice came.

Tang Jiao looked up and saw Hua Xiaolan.

She was startled.

Hua Xiaolan sat down next to Tang Jiao, tilted her head to look at her, and curled her lips slightly: "You are too timid. This is supposed to be yours, so you should fight for it with all your strength."

"Do not."

Tang Jiao shook her head vigorously.

She lowered her head, looked at the flickering flames, and said softly, "I never... ask for anything."

"I just want to stay with him."

The wind blew the dry grass past her burning eyes, just like the snow dust raised by the young man when he was practicing hard on the snowy mountains many years ago, and also like the wind and snow that blew in through the window when they sat side by side in front of the window copying books under the candlelight...

(End of this chapter)