I stood in the ring, swinging the sword in my hand. In the audience, my friends were cheering for me, and I wasn't nervous at all. I am 100% sure of winning this contest. But suddenly, I felt that my whole body was weak, and the spiritual power in my body was rapidly draining, making me unable to stand firmly. The sword in my hand slipped quietly, and I fell to the ground.
In the blur, I saw him rushing towards me, calling my name. He is Fu Ran, the second son of the Fu family in Fu Palace, the capital of the gods.
When I woke up again, two days later, I returned to my room. The doctor said that I had relapsed and that I would not die soon. It doesn't matter to me, I have no fear of death at all. I had expected it, but I didn't expect this day to come so quickly. I told them that I wanted to go home, I wanted to go back to Suzhou, and I didn't want to be an unjust person who "died in a foreign country."
On the way back to my hometown, because of my illness, things became so many, so many that I almost disliked me. But the dignified second son of the Fu family worked hard without complaining and didn't even say a word of trouble. Several times my eyes became red because my condition worsened.
I finally met "my" "parents" again before leaving. Yes, those are not my parents, and I am not the Nan Jinyue they say.
My name is Lu Xizhu, I am a junior in college. I came to this ghost place because of a car accident.
But before I died, I saw Fu Ran, the second young master who seemed to have no tear ducts, crying. I don't know why I felt a little heartbroken when I saw him crying.
But why should I feel sorry for him? I will become a lonely ghost in the future.
The arrogant second son of the Righteous Immortal Sect VS the eccentric Talihua Jing with low magic power
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