Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1221 The pit is 228 meters deep, shall we do it (4)
Xiao Qian bowed his body slightly, walked forward, and did not answer for a long time.

"Liulang, what's the matter with this face? Is there no cure?"

Mo Jiu asked with concern, in exchange for Xiao Qian's body becoming stiff again.

"Xiao Liulang!"

After a moment of silence, she panted in a low voice with a faint voice.

"If I am that kind of Mo Jiu, how can I be worthy of your heart?"

The gap is very narrow and short. Xiao Qian is tall, and he had to bend his body low when he had to carry Mo Jiu close to the gap between the rocks. It's exhausting.So listening to Mo Jiu's words, he panted heavily and rarely answered.But after hearing this, complex and indistinguishable emotions floated in his dark eyes.

Like guilt, but also like helpless.

"It's my fault. When we go out, it's up to you to beat or punish me, but for now, you should rest first, don't talk, and don't think too much, you understand?"

"Xiao Liulang!"

Mo Jiu tightly strangled her neck.

Suddenly, a drop of blood dripped from the corner of her lips, dripped down, and landed on his front.

Xiao Qian was startled, staring at the glistening red blood, he heard her laugh softly on his back.

"I can't hold it anymore... I'm very hot... If you don't say it now, I'm afraid of me, I'm afraid I won't be able to hear you in the future."

"Ah Jiu, don't think about those things anymore, now, control your emotions first, and stay true to yourself."

His sweat was dripping down like her blood, and his steps were getting faster and faster.

But Mo Jiu's voice became weaker and weaker.

"Rokuro...I, I can't do it...I'm happy...I'm so happy..."

She is indeed happy, because she is smiling all the time.

But that kind of voice, falling into Xiao Qian's ears, made him feel more uncomfortable than a thousand cuts.

If because she found out that he was still alive, her emotions were aroused and her life was damaged, then all his hard work for so long would be in vain, and everything he wanted to fight for would be gone in a blink of an eye.

Without Ah Jiu, what's the point of everything else?

As far as he is concerned, what is the situation?

"Ah Jiu, hold on, you must hold on."

His voice was hoarse, he roared in a low voice, his eyes were as cold as an eagle.

If possible, he would rather suffer on her behalf.

However, at this moment, he couldn't do anything except run forward desperately with her on his back, looking for a place that could insulate her from the heat.

"Ah Jiu, hold on—you must hold on!"

Repeating this sentence non-stop, his voice gradually became ruthless, mixed with desperate cries.

"Ah Jiu...poof!"

Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of it.

Scarlet, dripping on the ground—

But Mo Jiu couldn't see, she lay on his back and couldn't see anything.

"It's so hot, Liulang, are you out? Are you out?"

Everything around her felt numb and distorted to her.

The enthusiasm for Xiao Liulang's loss and recovery not only made her unable to cool down her emotions.

It also aroused her desire and longing, the heat that seemed to be burning from her body made her mouth dry, as if there were flames hovering and burning on her body, that kind of fire engulfed her in the air, Will fly, one side will fall—

Her consciousness also seemed to be burned to ashes in the flames.

Bumping, Xiao Qian kept running.

As if trying to exhaust the last strength of his life, he was running.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"Rokuro..."

Mo Jiu felt the instant stiffness of his body, and opened her eyes slightly.

There are no cracks in the rocks in front of me, and there is no exit.

This is a platform about five or six feet wide and narrow, but it is also a dead end.

A dead end.

"Ah Jiu..." Xiao Qian murmured, "I'm sorry."

Mo Jiu stared at everything in front of her with sticky eyes.

Watching, watching, she rolled her eyes and suddenly smiled.

"It's okay, cough cough, it's okay...we will be together forever."

Feeling suffocated, Xiao Qian let her down and took her pulse, "How do you feel?"

"Well, it's hard, it's hard."

It was uncomfortable, but Mo Jiu kept laughing, happily.

When the laughter stopped, she suddenly raised her hand to caress Xiao Qian's frowning brows, paused for a second, and asked in a soft voice.

"I can't get out anyway, let's do it?"

(End of this chapter)