Chapter 870: Dead Horse as Alive
"I'll help you!"

Xunzhen, who knew the pros and cons of this matter, cut the Gordian knot and made up his mind to agree immediately, and then asked: "What should I do?"

"I'll count to three. You pull the sword out of Brother Liu's chest. Don't be too fast or too slow. The most important thing is... be steady." Pan Yuyin cleaned Liu Xunyi's wound while repeatedly instructing Xunzhen, "Don't hesitate when pulling out the sword. It's best to do it in one go. Also, don't, don't tremble with your hand holding the sword. This sword is extremely sharp. If you deviate by even a little bit, Brother Liu will most likely die on the spot."

"call!"

Facing the serious Pan Yuyin, Xunzhen, with a heavy heart, took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

At such a critical moment, it would be a lie to not be nervous.

"Hold him down. Don't, don't, don't let Brother Liu move." Pan Yuyin repeatedly warned Abaolu and the other three, "Before I say you can let go, you must not relax even a little bit..."

"Don't worry!" Abaolu urged impatiently, "If you don't take action now, Liu Xunyi will die."

"Okay, okay!" Pan Yuyin, flustered and nervous, practiced the steps several times, put the cotton yarn, blood basin, gold wound medicine and other items at hand in place, and then made up her mind. She looked straight at Xunzhen, who was in a serious state of mind, and said word by word, "Miss Xunzhen, you... can start now."

Xunzhen nodded slightly, then half-knelt behind Liu Xunyi, who was lying on the bed. She clenched her sweaty hands into fists in her sleeves, imitating the movement of drawing a sword, practicing it several times, constantly adjusting her posture and direction so that she could draw the sword in one go.

When the series of movements were almost smooth, Xunzhen slowly closed her eyes, as if to calm herself down. At the same time, Abaolu, Pan Yuyin and others subconsciously held their breath and tried their best to create a quiet atmosphere for her.

Suddenly, Xunzhen opened his eyes, and two captivating rays of light burst out from his eyes as bright as stars. His expression straightened and his hands carefully reached out to the hilt of the sword that was within reach.

At this moment, the room was completely silent, as quiet as death.

"Forehead……"

The moment Xunzhen's fingers touched the hilt of the sword, the unconscious Liu Xunyi suddenly uttered a soft moan, which frightened everyone present so much that their faces changed and their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

"fine!"

Pan Yuyin carefully observed Liu Xunyi's reaction, and nodded slightly to Xunzhen, who was still frightened.

Xunzhen slowly moved the hilt of the sword to his palm and gradually tightened it, then he looked at Pan Yuyin, Abaolu and the others. Everyone understood and took their positions.

"One, two, three... draw your swords!"

At Pan Yuyin's command, Xunzhen's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and his hands tightly gripping the hilt of the sword began to slowly move outward.

"hiss!"

The sharp sword that pierced Liu Xunyi's chest touched his heart and lungs, so as soon as Xunzhen exerted force with his hands, Liu Xunyi woke up from his coma and let out a heart-wrenching howl.

The pain that pierced his heart and pierced his lungs made the strong man's facial features twisted in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his neck.

"Hold him down, don't let him move!" Seeing Liu Xunyi wake up, the anxious Pan Yuyin hurriedly reminded him, "Brother Liu, hold on, it will be over soon..."

"Hold him down!"

The indescribable pain made Liu Xunyi's muscles tense as iron, and he erupted with unimaginable terrifying strength. His body twisted and struggled desperately, so that Abaolu, Xiao Yang, Su Hu, and Xun Budao tried their best, but still failed to pin him down on the bed.

"Xunzhen, hurry up! Hurry up!"

Abaolu was on the verge of his limit. He wanted to use all his strength to hold down Liu Xunyi's shoulders. His face was red as blood and veins were bulging. He gritted his teeth and urged Xunzhen repeatedly, "Damn it! You still have so much strength when you are about to die... Hurry! Hurry up!"

"what!"

This continuous pain was different from the intermittent pain. The wave after wave of weakness and the unbearable pain that penetrated his bones and heart were tightly intertwined. When the sword was pulled out of his body inch by inch, Liu Xunyi felt that his flesh, bones, meridians and internal organs were being cut, cut, chopped and mashed piece by piece by thousands of sharp blades...

The unprecedented cruel torture made Liu Xunyi's life worse than death.

"Kill me! Kill me! Ah..."

"Brother Liu, hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer..."

Looking at the miserable Liu Xunyi who was screaming at the top of his lungs like a lamb to be slaughtered, Pan Yuyin burst into tears and encouraged him at the same time, while holding down the cotton gauze that had been soaked into blood with both hands, trying her best to stop the bleeding.

"Xunzhen, hurry up!"

Abaolu's muscular arms turned a terrifying purple-red color due to excessive force. Xiao Yang, Su Hu and Xun Budao were also in a critical condition.

"Miss Xunzhen, please... hurry up..."

"what!"

"boom!"

"Forehead……"

Suddenly, Liu Xunyi's right leg gained strength and instantly broke through Xiao Yang's grip. With a powerful kick, he kicked the exhausted Xiao Yang away.

"Xunzhen, we can't do it anymore..." "Okay!"

Before Abaolu could issue a final warning, Xunzhen, who had been concentrating and silent, suddenly pulled his arm back and completely pulled the sword out of Liu Xunyi's chest.

Almost at the same time, Liu Xunyi's body, which had been struggling violently, suddenly froze. Just before Abaolu and the others completely collapsed, he gave up resistance and collapsed on the bed like a deflated ball. The only remaining vitality in his painful and desperate eyes quickly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. His mouth opened and closed, his breathing became increasingly short, and hoarse moans came out of his throat from time to time.

"Miss Pan, look at him..."

Facing Liu Xunyi who suddenly stopped resisting, Abaolu was stunned at first, and then he was shocked to see Liu Xunyi's increasingly listless eyes. He hurriedly pulled Pan Yuyin who was trying every means to stop Liu Xunyi's bleeding, and exclaimed loudly: "Liu Xunyi seems to be dying..."

"I can't stop the bleeding... I can't stop the bleeding..."

Pan Yuyin, anxiously awaiting her death, sprinkled bottle after bottle of golden medicine on Liu Xunyi's wound, but no matter how hard she tried, Liu Xunyi's wound continued to bleed like a fountain, with no sign of relief at all.

Along with his heartbeat that sometimes quickened and sometimes slowed down, warm blood gushed out from the bloody wound, splashing Pan Yuyin's face and body with bright red.

Gradually, Pan Yuyin, who was flustered and frightened, felt desperate and even furious. When she followed Abaolu's instructions and looked at Liu Xunyi's wax-like face, she burst into tears.

"I can't save you... I can't save you... Brother Liu, I'm sorry! I'm sorry..."

Filled with shame and anger, Pan Yuyin watched Liu Xunyi's body stained with blood, watched his breathing become weaker and weaker, watched his eyes become more and more dazed. Pan Yuyin, who was completely desperate, completely collapsed and sat on the edge of the bed, crying loudly.

It seemed that at this moment Pan Yuyin knew that she was powerless to change the situation and was already disheartened.

Seeing this, Abaolu and his companions gradually loosened their grip on Liu Xunyi, staring at the bloodstained bed and the mess on the floor, not knowing how to start talking for a moment.

"Miss Pan, why didn't you save him?" Xunzhen frowned, looked at Pan Yuyin who was crying in disbelief, and murmured, "Why didn't you save him?"

"sorry Sorry……"

Pan Yuyin kept repeating this sentence, and she looked like a madman, as if she had lost her mind.

"No!"

Xunzhen suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and rushed to Liu Xunyi in one step. His beautiful eyes full of unwillingness stared at his increasingly blurred eyes. The moment their eyes met, a fleeting gleam of light flashed quietly in the bottom of Liu Xunyi's eyes.

"Liu Xunyi, I know you can see me and hear me talking..." Xunzhen shouted in an unquestionable tone, "Listen! You can't die, you must not die! I know it's not that you can't live, but that you don't want to live..."

However, facing Xunzhen's harsh words, Liu Xunyi did not react at all, and his eyes became more and more empty.

"Are you a coward? Don't let me look down on you!" Xunzhen said angrily, "You haven't repaid your benefactors, nor have you taken revenge on your enemies. How can you die in a muddle? You owe so many debts, don't you want to take any responsibility? How did Luo Tianjin die? How did Zhao Yuan die? Think about those friends who suffered injustice and humiliation for you and died. Are you worthy of them? Think about Luo Ningyu, Qin Ku, Lin Fangda, Xu Heng... How can you be so selfish? You die happily, but let those who care about you suffer while you live. How can you bear it?"

"Forehead……"

"Where's your sister?" Seeing Liu Xunyi's lips and teeth trembling and seeming to have some reaction, Xunzhen's eyes changed and he continued with a barrage of words, "You haven't found your sister, and you haven't recognized her, how can you just die? Do you want your sister to be helpless and lonely for the rest of her life? Without the protection of a brother like you, what if someone bullies her? What if she encounters the same predicament as you, and is persecuted by villains and has nowhere to go?"

"Cough cough..."

Under Xunzhen's constant stimulation, a desire to survive gradually emerged in Liu Xunyi's dead eyes.

"And Zhao Xin..." Xunzhen pretended to be contemptuous and provocative, "She was your woman, but she was taken away by the Mongols. Don't you feel ashamed? Don't you want to take her back? You are a man, you should protect your woman, not be protected by a woman..."

"what!"

Under the dual stimulation of humiliation and anger, Liu Xunyi, who had one foot in the underworld, was pulled back from the gates of hell by Xunzhen, and his almost stopped heart began to beat rapidly and forcefully again.

"me……"

Looking at Liu Xunyi, who looked painful and hesitant, Xunzhen hurriedly leaned forward and whispered, "What do you want to do?"

"I...I can't breathe..."

Liu Xunyi opened his mouth desperately and tried to breathe in through his nose and mouth, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not breathe smoothly like a normal person. His chest, which was bleeding profusely, twitched violently and strangely, making his cheeks flush red and purple, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Don't be impatient!" Xunzhen stared at Liu Xunyi who was on the brink of life and death, and said confidently, "As long as you want to live, no one can let you die, not even the leader of the martial arts world, and not even the emperor of the Song Dynasty! When you recover, I will help you take back everything you lost bit by bit. It's not that you can't breathe now, but that you have forgotten how to breathe..."

“Xunzhen, give up!” Looking at Liu Xunyi, who had just recovered a glimmer of life but quickly fell into the abyss of death, Abaolu advised with tangled eyes, “With such injuries, no one can save him…”

"Liu Xunyi, remember this, from now on you owe me, Xunzhen, a life!"

Suddenly, Xunzhen held Liu Xunyi's cheeks tightly with both hands regardless of the blood, and a look of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes as he looked into hers.

However, before the dying Liu Xunyi could speak with difficulty, before the devastated Pan Yuyin could recover, and before the bewildered Abaolu could persuade her, Xunzhen, who had mustered up her courage, suddenly leaned down, and amid the incredulous exclamations around her, she gently blocked Liu Xunyi's bloodstained mouth with her soft red lips, and exhaled a faint orchid, using her own breath to keep Liu Xunyi alive.

……

(End of this chapter)