How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

Chapter 606: Taking the world's rules and laws as the standard

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and rivals became extremely jealous of each other when they met, even if they were different personalities of the same person.

Huo Yancheng was not afraid at all, and glared back at him coldly: "I am scolding you! You keep saying that you are doing this for his own good, but you hide far away at the critical moment, and only show up slowly when he is injured. How can someone like you say that you love him the most?"

Fan Wujiu's face darkened, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "Don't blame me here! It's not your turn to judge what I did! You and Lu Qing joined forces, but didn't you hurt him like this? What qualifications do you have to stand here? You keep saying that you care about him, but you care about him like this?"

Huo Yancheng snorted coldly: "At least we have been trying our best to protect him, instead of being absent at the critical moment like you!"

The tension between the two became stronger and stronger, and they were confronting each other in a tense situation. At this moment, Jiang Luo, who was lying on the bed, suddenly snorted and frowned slightly, as if he was disturbed by their quarrel.

Huo Yancheng immediately stopped talking, walked quickly to the bedside, and asked softly: "Xiao Luo, how are you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Fan Wujiu also suppressed his anger, stood aside at a distance, and looked at Jiang Luo with concern.

I thought, do you think I want to be absent?

If it wasn't for the fact that he hated me the most, if it wasn't for the fact that I still had a strong desire in my body that I hadn't gotten over, do you think I wouldn't want to be with him every day?

Jiang Luo slowly opened his eyes. His face was still pale, but his eyes had regained their clarity. He looked at Huo Yancheng, then at Fan Wujiu, and said weakly, "You guys... stop arguing... I'm fine, just a little tired."

Huo Yancheng breathed a sigh of relief, gently held Jiang Luo's hand, and said gently: "You should have a good rest and don't worry about other things. The monsters have been cleared out, and the door to the demon world has been sealed. You just need to rest and recover."

Fan Wujiu stood aside, silent and tense for a moment, then he carefully approached the bed and whispered, "Jinglin..., I'm sorry... I'm late."

Jiang Luo shook his head and did not blame him. Instead, he said with some gratitude: "It's good that you are here... Thank you for your Heavenly Dao Crystal. Without it, I might not be able to completely seal the door to the Demon Realm."

A complex emotion flashed across Fan Wujiu's eyes, and he whispered, "I just did what I should do."

Huo Yancheng glanced at Fan Wujiu and stopped arguing. He just patted the back of Jiang Luo's hand and said, "Xiao Luo, you take a rest first. I'll make some medicine for you."

Jiang Luo nodded, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

On the other side, Lu Qing was talking with an old man in white robes in the hall of the imperial city. The old man in white robes was the ruler of world line 0002. They had met once when they were in Black Prison Mountain.

The old man in white robes looked serious and said in a deep voice: "Lu Qing, although the gate to the demon world has been sealed this time, the residual soul of the nightmare demon has not been completely eliminated. We must find his whereabouts as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Lu Qing nodded, his eyes grim: "I understand. I will immediately send people to search for the remaining soul of the Nightmare Demon. We must not give him a chance to revive."

The old man in white robe sighed softly, with a hint of fatigue in his tone: "Thanks to you this time, otherwise the three thousand worlds might not be able to escape this disaster. How is Lord Tiandao?"

A trace of worry flashed across Lu Qing's eyes: "He has consumed too much energy and has not recovered yet. However, with Huo Yancheng and Fan Wujiu taking care of him, he should be fine."

The old man in white robes nodded: "That's good. After this crisis, the masters of the major world lines also need to reorganize their forces to prevent similar crises from happening again."

Lu Qing said in a deep voice: "Don't worry! Just maintain the balance of the major world lines. We will assist you and restore the order of the three thousand worlds as soon as possible."

At the same time, Huo Yancheng was boiling medicine outside Jiang Luo's room. He skillfully put the herbs into the medicine furnace, his expression focused and gentle. Fan Wujiu came over, stood aside, and watched him silently.

Huo Yancheng didn't even raise his head and said coldly: "What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid to face him?"

Fan Wujiu was silent for a moment, and whispered: "I just want to see him..."

Huo Yancheng chuckled: "Are you worried now? Haven't you always felt that you were not worthy of meeting him? Why don't you just hide forever?"

Listening to Huo Yancheng's sarcasm, Fan Wujiu just smiled bitterly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone: "I thought it was good for him not to see him, but now I feel that I took it for granted. Nothing is more important than his safety."

Huo Yancheng stopped what he was doing and looked up at Fan Wujiu with a look of scrutiny in his eyes: "You finally understand?"

Fan Wujiu nodded, his voice low: "At the beginning, I was self-righteous, thinking that cutting myself in half, leaving him the best half of us, and sending the worst half to die for his success, was the best choice for him. Now that I think about it, I have never asked him what he really wanted, nor have I really tried to find out whether he would accept me. He has too many difficulties as a heavenly way, and I thought that I was being good to him, but in fact, it caused him pain in his heart!"

Huo Yancheng was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "When he wakes up, you can go and talk to him yourself. He needs to rest now, don't disturb him."

Fan Wujiu nodded, turned and left the room.

The monks of the 2073 world line still don't know how many failed attacks from the demon world their world has encountered.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. As the master of three thousand worlds, Tiandao needs to do much more than ordinary people.

Jiang Luo was not sleeping soundly at this moment, but was dreaming about his childhood. In fact, he was not a child of destiny in his childhood, but just an ordinary human boy, without a father or a mother, and no one to rely on.

In Jiang Luo's dream, time seemed to flow backwards, returning to the depths of his childhood memories.

It was a desolate village, with a few dilapidated thatched houses scattered on the barren land. Young Jiang Luo, wearing long-worn coarse cloth clothes, straw sandals on his feet, holding a wooden stick in his hand, walked alone on the path at the entrance of the village.

There was no smile on his face, only a hint of heaviness that was not in line with his age. Most of the villagers were indifferent to him, and even a little afraid of him. Because he was an orphan, he was considered an ominous person. Whenever he walked by, there were always people whispering: "This child killed his parents, what a disaster."

Jiang Luo had long been accustomed to such looks and words. He just lowered his head and walked his way silently. He knew that he had no relatives and no one to rely on, and the only way out was to rely on himself.

The scene in the dream suddenly changed. Jiang Luo stood at the foot of a barren mountain and looked up at the top of the mountain. There was an ancient temple on the top of the mountain. According to legend, the will of heaven was enshrined there. The old people in the village often said that only those chosen by heaven could enter the temple and gain supreme power.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Jiang Luo's heart. He decided to climb the mountain and find the temple, even if it was just to prove the meaning of his existence.

It is said that the mountain has 90,000 steps and climbing up it is extremely difficult and many monks in this world have failed.

He only carried enough dry food for a month and climbed up step by step.

He didn't know how long he had been climbing or rolling, he even forgot whether he had finally climbed to the end.

In the real world, Huo Yancheng walked into the room with the boiled medicine and saw Jiang Luo frowning, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, obviously trapped in a nightmare. He gently put down the medicine bowl, walked to the bedside, held Jiang Luo's hand, and whispered: "Xiao Luo, wake up, you are dreaming."

Jiang Luo slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of confusion and fatigue in his eyes. He looked at Huo Yancheng and said in a hoarse voice: "Yancheng... I dreamed of my childhood."

Huo Yancheng gently stroked his forehead and said softly: "It's okay, that's all in the past. You now have me, Lu Qing, Fan Wujiu, and many people who care about you."

Jiang Luo was silent for a while, and then whispered, "When I was a child... I always felt that I was redundant. No one wanted to get close to me, and no one wanted to help me. It was not until I met Tian Dao that I felt that I had a meaning for my existence."

Huo Yancheng held his hand tightly, with a trace of heartache in his eyes: "Xiao Luo, you are never redundant. You are our center and the most important person to us."

Jiang Luo smiled bitterly: "Maybe... but sometimes, I still feel like I'm carrying too much and can't really relax."

Huo Yancheng patted the back of his hand gently: "Don't think too much, take the medicine first and have a good rest. We will face other things together."

Jiang Luo nodded, took the medicine bowl handed over by Huo Yancheng, and drank it slowly. The bitter medicine had a hint of sweetness, which calmed him down a little.

At the same time, Fan Wujiu stood outside the room, quietly listening to the conversation inside. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to have thousands of words to say in his heart, but he didn't know where to start.

He looked down at his hands and whispered to himself, "Perhaps, I should really face him...I can't avoid him anymore."

Perhaps the person he thought he truly understood, he actually did not understand.

In his impression, the way of heaven is selfless and the world is extremely firm and righteous. He regards the rules and laws of the world as the criterion, without any partiality or emotionality.

He always thought that he was indestructible and did not need anyone's care. No one could compare to him. Even he, the son of an ancient god, could only watch from afar and did not dare to approach.

He knew that even though he looked respectful when he saw him, he was actually looking at him like a playboy.

Fan Wujiu stood outside the door for a moment, finally plucked up the courage, pushed the door open and walked in.