Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 92

92 The Projection Of Bu Wenle [II]

Just as Bu Wenle jumped into the huge reef, something suddenly hit his back. Immediately afterwards, there was a small piece of thing in the chest that penetrated the body, and a bloody arrow was sprayed out.

He covered his chest with his hand, raised his hand to look at the blood on his hand, tilted his body, plunged his head into the rapids below. He only felt that his body was sinking continuously in the water, and the big river seemed to be a bottomless abyss.

Bu Wenle looked up and watched the bright light above his head continuously shrink into a bright bar, gradually becoming smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into a thin line. The surrounding had become dark, and the black hands couldn’t see the five fingers.

Was he going to die?

Bu Wenle thought of Xueer, they once swore that they would live and die together. If he died like this, what should Xueer do?

No, he couldn’t die yet, he had to work hard to live for Xue’er. He had to to figure out a way to rush out, get out of this darkness, and maybe come back to life.

Thinking of this, Bu Wenle began to move his hands and feet non-stop, trying to rush back to the surface. But it was still so dark that no light could be seen. He was anxious, and he paddled desperately, and his heartbeat began to speed up.

But in the water, Bu Wenle couldn’t breathe, and after a rush, he couldn’t hold his breath anymore. He opened his mouth sharply and sucked in air greedily.

But. He thought desperately in his heart: Xue Er, I’m sorry, I can’t stand it anymore. Why don’t I just die!

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Bu Wenle opened his mouth and breathed greedily, but Bu Wenle wondered why no water flowed into his mouth? Was it air? There was air in this darkness?

He was overjoyed, and immediately shared his mouth and nose, gasping for breath. It was as if a man who was dying of thirst in the desert suddenly jumped into the lake, breathing in the air. In fact, Bu Wenle is also a person who is about to be suffocated to death, so his breathing wass so greedy.

Gradually, Bu Wenle took in enough air, and his breathing finally calmed down. A voice gradually became clear in my ears.

No, it should be a voice calling, but this voice was so familiar, so missed.

Yes, it was Xue’er’s calling, Xue’er’s calling me.

“Xue’er! Xue’er!”

Bu Wenle suddenly opened his eyes.here is this? Bu Wenle woke up from the darkness. The surroundings were still dark, but hr could see the surrounding scenery clearly.

This was a room, looking at the furnishings of the room, it should be a lounge. The dim light was emitted by a candle.

“Brother Bu Le, you are finally alive!” Xue’er threw herself into Jin Wenji’s arms.

Bu Wenle felt Xueer’s body temperature and breathed in the fragrance of Xueer’s hair, feeling a little confused for a while.

Was he dreaming, or was I just waking up from a dream?

Bu Wenle hugged Xue’er’s delicate body, and tears could not help flowing out. It’s Xue’er, really Xue’er. If this is a dream, I beg God, don’t let me wake up again!

Bu Wenle hugged Xue’er’s body affectionately, and no longer thought about anything, maybe this moment could become eternity, then they would be happy for a lifetime.

“Xue’er, I’m back, your brother, Bu Le, I’m back.” Bu Wenle controlled his excitement, patted Xue’er’s back lightly, and stroked her soft and beautiful hair.

Suddenly, Bu Wenle felt that something was wrong with Xueer. Xue’er’s hand, which had been holding him tightly, slowly dropped down, and her body also stuck to his body and didn’t move.

“Xueer? Xueer?” Bu Wenle carefully shook Xue Er’s body. But Xue’er did not respond.

“Xue’er, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me!” Bu Wenle quickly picked up Xueer, only to see Xueer’s face pale and her eyes tightly closed. The tears at the corners of his eyes were not dry yet, and a single tear slowly trickled down from the corners of his eyes as his body rolled.

“Xue’er, what’s the matter with you?” Bu Wenji carefully placed Shen Lingxue on the bed and knelt down beside her to check on Xue’er’s condition.

He saw Xue’er’s breathing became very weak, and her heartbeat was faint. Bu Wenle couldn’t help being shocked. He jumped up from the bed in a hurry, ran to the door, opened the door and shouted, “Someone! Please, help!”

Bu Wenle wanted to condense his spiritual power and shout, so that the sound could spread over a distance of more than ten miles. But he couldn’t mobilize a trace of his spiritual power. Due to the violent fluctuations in his mood, Bu Wenle felt like a wraith suddenly screamed in his head, giving him a headache.

He ran a few steps, endured the headache, and kept shouting: “Come on, come on, come on, come on, man...”

It was dark in front of him, and Bu Wenle fell heavily on the ground. He didn’t know how long it took before he slowly opened his eyes.

There seemed to be a small bug inside his head, which occasionally wriggles, causing silky pain.

Where was he? Was he alive, or was he dead?

Bu Wenle shook his head and turned his eyes to the surrounding scenery.

The bright light from the window came in, and the room was very bright. But there were three figures standing in front of the bright window, and the sunlight behind them lined them with a layer of light, making them look so illusory.

“Am I dreaming?” Bu Wenle muttered as he looked at the people in the three lights and shadows.

Those three people were clearly his own Xue Er and Mu Tuo husband and wife. But why is it so illusory?

After a series of blows, Bianbu Wenle could no longer distinguish which were reality and which were dreams.

“Brother Bule, you are alive, you are really alive!” I saw Xueer crouched down, and without the bright background, her appearance became real.

He saw the tears hidden in Xueer’s eyes finally flowed down. She stroked Bu Wenle’s face affectionately with her hands.

Bu Wenle moved his body slowly, feeling that there was no serious problem, so he sat up slowly.