Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

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Bang bang, Ximen Longting drew his gun and punched the door lock in a circle, punched it hard, and the iron sheet fell off.

Ximen Longting broke through the round hole to break the chain inside, and pulled the iron bolt.

The structure of the bridge and the doorway here is exactly the same, but I don't know after entering...

Jing Jia looked at Ximen Longting's hand distressedly, he had naturally held her hand and led her in.

Jing Jiaren found that she was walking all the time, one intersection after another, passing through the intersections, no matter which way she chose, she seemed to return to the same place again.

Ximen Longting's injury refused to let her touch it, nor let her check it.

"Master, this place seems to be a maze."

"Nonsense, I want you to say it!?"

"This is not a maze," Jing Jiaren frowned. "It's more like a circular road. No matter which way we go, we will circle back. In fact, we haven't traveled far at all."

Wilson frowned and looked around. The relief paintings on the walls here are all the same, and there is no difference at all.

Jing Jiaren held the flashlight and shone it on the floor: "Look..."

"..."

"There are red spots of blood on the floor." Jing Jiaren knelt down and tried it with her hands, "The one over here has dried up a little, but the one over here was just dropped by you, Ximen Longting, right? It's still fresh. "

Her voice trembled slightly.

"This proves that the dry side was dripped last time."

She has been paying attention to the ground, watching Ximen Longting's blood dripping...

So when they came back here for the third time, Jing Jiaren felt strange.

Ximen Longting lowered his eyes, saw Jing Jiaren's slightly trembling shoulders, and pulled her violently, bringing her to stand up.

He'd been on his way, in a hurry to get out, so he didn't notice—

Ximen Longting wiped the corners of Jing Jiaren's eyes with his finger: "Are you crying?"

Jing Jiaren still has two prominent tear marks on her face...

Her eyes were very red. Along the way, she stared at the blood and said several times that she wanted to see his wounds, but he refused to let...

She was helpless, but she was afraid that she knew that he was worried, and she didn't want him to comfort her at this time.

The tears are uncontrollable, the feeling of heartache, like a knife cutting her down, lingering her.

Ximen Longting stopped and held her face in his hands: "Jing Jiaren, who made you cry!"

Jing Jiaren's voice fluctuated, "I didn't cry."

"..."

As soon as the words fell, two lines of tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, and her shoulders trembled even more.

"Ximen Longting, I'm really scared... I'm afraid I'll kill you here."

Ximen Longting frowned, rubbing the corners of her eyes with his thumbs: "The only thing you can do to help me is stop crying!"

"Why does your wound keep bleeding and you won't let me stop it?"

"How to stop?"

"At least... at least bandage it!"

Ximen Longting took a deep breath, undid a few buttons, and pulled off the hem of his clothes to show her...

It turned out that he had already wrapped it with torn cloth strips, and wrapped it several times, but the cloth strips were all stained red with blood, and it couldn't stop, dripping blood all the time.

Is this why Ximen Longting has been refusing to let her watch it?

Isn't there a small wound on the hidden weapon?

How could it hurt so badly?so deep?so much blood...

"It wasn't a hidden weapon injury?"

Jing Jiaren's nails dug into her palm, and her heart ached so badly.