C178 The Twilight of Death

Lu Yan became dejected and hung up the phone.

"You, ah, you're so careless. When you arrested me, you were so powerful. You met a Xia Ze and turned me into this. Pity my Eighteen Bitter Flame Meridians, I've cultivated it for such a long time … I hope that he can save you! "

With that said, Lu Yan activated Eighteen Bitter Flame Meridians, channeled his origin energy and slowly put Mu Shanshan down, then placed both of his hands on her soft chest.

Following the circulation of the Bitter Flame Mantra, his perception had become more and more acute. As his five fingers made contact with his skin, the exquisite sensation surged to his mind. He took a deep breath and calmed his mind.

A warm energy was seeping into Mu Shanshan's skin through his fingertips.

The cells quickly regained their vigor as if they had been exposed to drought for a long time.

"Thud …"

Mu Shanshan's heart started to beat again. Although it was very weak and calm, it still started to beat.

Lu Yan was overjoyed. After losing a bit of strength in his hands, he hurriedly focused on channeling his innate energy to carefully healing his.

His inner breath was extremely difficult to cultivate and was very precious. In terms of saving the weak, it was even more precious than the thousand year Lingzhi and the thousand year ginseng.

Gradually, Mu Shanshan's body temperature began to recover, and her suspended breathing also started to become even and long.

Lu Yan's face was pale, droplets of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

This kind of reckless treatment was like repeatedly hollowing out one's body. That kind of abundant and refined energy was slowly being squeezed dry, and he felt that his strength was gradually decreasing.

Seeing that Mu Shanshan's face had regained some color, Lu Yan then extended out his hand to feel his pulse.

His pulse finally stabilized.

"In the future, the name of the god of death will no longer exist, right?" Lu Yan asked himself.

As his strength fell, he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. His sharp eyes slowly turned a dull gray, like a lifeless wasteland.

Lu Yan felt that since he didn't have absolute strength, he could only be regarded as an ordinary bodyguard.

Looking at Mu Shanshan who was slowly regaining her vitality, he faintly smiled. Her face turned a little sour, and she softly said: "In the future, I will count on you to support me, haha."

His power loss became faster and faster, his Eighteen Bitter Flame Meridians had already fallen to the second layer.

"Hmm …"

Mu Shanshan's body slightly moved, her eyelashes slightly blinked.

Lu Yan felt that his body was completely empty, his mind was in a mess. If not for his arm supporting him, he might have passed out.

He knew that the power of the Eighteen Bitter Flame Meridians was completely exhausted, and the remaining origin energy was progressing steadily towards its backlash, coordinating with it.

Lu Yan laughed bitterly as he helped put the clothes on Mu Shanshan. He picked her up and carried her out of the room.

Seeing Lu Yan walking out of the room, Jiang Zhong called for Wu Yang Cha Shen.

Along the way, Lu Yan kept quiet, the wind blowing his hair into disarray, but in the gaps between the wind, a few white hairs faintly revealed a piercing chill.

Finally, a Santana drove to the apartment in the fading sun.

Lu Yan's face turned pale white, he carried Mu Shanshan and got off the carriage. The whole apartment was empty, he had no time to care.

She carefully placed Mu Shanshan on the bed and covered her with the blanket.

He transferred the last of his power into Mu Shanshan's body.

"Protect her, please."

Jiang Zhong, who was behind him, nodded heavily, "Young Master Lu, your strength …."

He dared to challenge the other powers and create a desolate world to obtain the title of Death God. A group of people fighting with a hundred bodyguards, returning the favor again and again. This time, Lu Yan's heart turned cold.

He patted Jiang Zhong's shoulders and turned away.

The sea breeze was cold and desolate at dusk. Lu Yan's figure was thin and straight, the surface of the sea reflected the gradually dimming sunset, and he softly sighed.

"Death God, in the end, is just a title. The toughness of fate makes people feel helpless."

Lu Yan sighed with emotion and did not speak for a long time. In order to save a girl, he had given his all. Even though he knew he had no regrets, he was still bitter.

The Eighteen Bitter Flame Meridians did not function on its own anymore. It could not withstand the assault of the cold wind and a cold aura rose from the bottom of Lu Yan's heart.

He didn't have enough strength.

He wasn't willing to accept this. After all, the first god of death had lost his absolute strength, so he didn't know what else he could do.

Lu Yan also felt that his origin power was leaking bit by bit. Without the Eighteen Bitter Flame Meridians to adjust his breathing, his body wouldn't be able to withstand it.

It wouldn't be long before he would be ordinary, even crippled. He would never be able to return to the level where he once shook the world.

He could no longer experience the pinnacle of his strength, and everything was within his control.

His aura was changing, the light in his eyes was dimming, and his body was weakening.

He stood tall and straight, the evening breeze caressing his clothes.

It brought him endless chilliness. He felt physically and mentally exhausted, without a shred of willpower to support him.

Lu Yan watched very openly, his entire body and mind relaxed, as if he had merged with the ocean, and was drifting with the flow.

In the evening air, it was ordinary.

Lu Yan opened his arms wide and screamed, the manic feeling in the bottom of his heart calmed down.

As an orphan, he wanted to reunite with his parents. As long as he could reach the fifth floor of the Eighteen Bitter Flame Meridians, he would be able to obtain clues from this old man.

But now, everything was gone. Everything was gone! Lu Yan roared out from the bottom of his heart.

His eyes were hazy with tears. His fate was so strong that he did not dare to fight against it. He had cultivated for more than ten years to reach this level, and if he were to spend so much time cultivating, he would already be thirty or forty years old.

Due to the loss of his strength, his body's backlash had reached the point of being crippled.

What else could this broken body do?

As long as his parents were still alive, it was enough for him to be in good health. Lu Yan thought.

"Lan Yuyan, why would I think of her? "Without me, her life would have been much better," Lu Yan muttered, "Yes, she would have forgotten about me. In fact, she doesn't want to admit to it."

Many scenes when he was with Lan Yuyan appeared in Lu Yan's mind, all of them flashing and then disappearing as his memories became fuzzy.

He couldn't remember Lan Yuyan's face, but he remembered that she was a very cold woman.

"I want to see Fei." Lu Yan felt very guilty towards the girl who handed her over to him for the first time.

He turned and walked into the crowd. In the bustling neon lights of the night, his figure was lonely and desolate. His utterly crippled body was only supported by a strand of origin force.

Lu Yan came to Fei'er's uncle and aunt's barbecue shop. Looking at the busy Fei'er, he really wanted to help her.

Fi reaches out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, then bends down to busy herself.

"I seem to have given you money. Why are you still doing this?"

Lu Yan asked himself, he did not want to go over, he did not want Fei'er to see his current state.

In fact, despite being in his early twenties, he looked like an old man in his thirties.

Fei'er seemed to have sensed something, and she felt a sense of unease and trepidation in her heart, a heart-wrenching pain.

"What's wrong with me? "It's a very bad feeling."

Fei'er ran her small hands along her chest, hoping to calm her uneasy mood.

"How do you know I'm a cripple? Fei'er, may you have a peaceful and happy life. "

After Lu Yan left, he still had many places that he wanted to visit.

That day, Fei'er coincidentally raised her head and saw a lonely figure in her line of sight, which affected her heart. She said in disbelief: "I can't believe that it's Lu Yan. But … "That figure is filled with helplessness, loneliness, and desolation. Although it is true that he is upright, I feel that the obsession in his heart is too strong to let go."

Later, she recalled that she had said so. When she knew that it was Lu Yan, her expression was filled with shock. There was more pain.

"Is Sister Xuan okay? I wonder if anything happened to Bold Qiang. " Lu Yan thought of Ye Xuan, the Night King, the woman that caused Lu Yan to be worried.

He walked mechanically, still a distance away from the Nightless City.

The children on the street saw that he had fallen into despair, and couldn't help but want to give Lu Yan something to eat as well as the concern he had behind his back.

However, he was stopped by his mother, who scolded him harshly, "Do you see that? If you don't work hard in the future, sooner or later, you will be like him, unable to accomplish anything."

The child seemed to have understood his mother's words, but he still wanted to greet the uncle. Perhaps it was because the child was simple, or perhaps it was Lu Yan's downtrodden figure that caused others to feel pity for him.

Lu Yan passed his antique shop, so he wanted to go in and see how Gao Wanting was doing. However, after some thought, he was already an ordinary person. He did not want to get into contact with them again.

He was tired and rested against a tree in the street. His consciousness was hazy, and he felt tired. He was so tired that he couldn't even raise his eyes.

Sit down and you won't be able to get up again. Close your eyes and you won't be able to wake up again.

His stubbornness told him that he could not stop there. Lu Yan was still in a state of depression, and slowly stood up by relying on the tree.

He is so tired, are we going back to the Junlan International? Lu Yan didn't want to see Lan Yuyan's disappointment in him, and even more so, didn't want to see other people's sadness.

He thought for a moment and decided to persevere. With a glance at Ye Xuan, he felt a lot more at ease.

The Eighteen Bitter Flame Meridians had already caused him to lose a lot of hope, and now even his source energy was no longer agile, only a sliver of protection and self-control.

He had a lot of feelings for Lan Yuyan, and it was complicated yet hard to understand. As her bodyguard, he had indirectly caused a lot of trouble for her.

Lu Yan declared: His mission … He had failed.

He had no choice but to believe the cruelty of reality.

He was about to leave. He didn't want to tell anyone, so what if they met? It would only increase his sadness.

Old man...

Xiao Ya...

Lan Yuner...

Mouse, Zhang Qi Ming, Fang Yuhan, Zhang Huihui, Gao Wanting.

The images of these people appeared before his eyes. Some were reluctant, some were pleased. He smiled.

In the last memory, Ye Xuan, Lan Yuyan, Mu Shanshan, Fei'er. He sighed.

He felt that his life was about to come to an end, facing the true death.

Lu Yan forced himself to focus, adjusting his Qi, he started to breathe heavily, wanting to gather his spirit once again. But before he could do so, his crippled body could no longer hold on.

Puff.

Lu Yan felt a sweetness in his throat as he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

He knew that his Dantian was crippled.

At this moment, an Audi A8 drove up beside him.

A man walked out of the carriage. He was tall and sturdy, and compared to Lu Yan who had a weak aura, the man walking out was much more domineering.

"Young Master Lu, please get in the car. I'll escort you there."