The Evil Wife of the Rebirth of the Shang Family

Chapter 398 Close Your Eyes

Wen Jingrong turned around, and Jiang Meng Shuixin was gently pulled into his arms, as if afraid that Meng Shuixin would run away: "It ate a bird that loves him..."

Meng Shuixin didn't struggle in Wen Jingrong's arms, he could feel the coldness emanating from the young man's body when he said these words: "If it were you, what would you do?"

"What do you mean?" Although Meng Shuixin was hugged by this astonishing young man, he didn't feel happy at all. Instead, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he was in a state of extreme alert.

Wen Jingrong didn't seem to see anything wrong with the girl, but the tenderness in his eyes was unpredictable when he looked at the scene in front of him, as if he saw a deep and long unknown place from the scene in front of him.

"If you knew you would be eaten, would you still fly down?" Wen Jingrong asked in a soft voice, as if he was afraid that a louder voice would scare the girl in his arms.

At this moment, Meng Shuixin didn't feel a little bit of warmth from this boy who is usually gentle and watery in the eyes of others. On the contrary, it was a kind of intangible fear, a kind of unknown that he would feel even if he lived two lives of fear.

But I don't know why Meng Shuixin has a strange but familiar emotion lingering in her heart in this desolate world, which made her say the answer unconsciously: "Yes."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Shuixin was startled, he frowned and quickly hid his brows.

Wen Jingrong held Meng Shuixin with greater strength, and Meng Shuixin didn't resist because he didn't understand why he would say such an answer.

But Wen Jingrong hugged him tighter and tighter until Meng Shuixin was a little out of breath, and then he cursed in a low voice: "You are sick, Wen Jingrong, I can't breathe!"

Wen Jingrong let go of his hand and looked at Meng Shuixin. There was a flash of injury in his eyes, which confused Meng Shuixin.

Wen Jingrong turned around, looked at the vast floating space and said lightly: "You are really special! No matter what time you like to be someone else's food willingly!"

Meng Shuixin put down the raised mobile phone, he looked at Wen Jingrong's back and called softly: "Wen Jingrong, you..."

Wen Jingrong turned around and saw a color in Meng Shuixin's eyes that Meng Shuixin couldn't understand. Meng Shuixin instinctively wanted to take a step forward but felt that something was wrong. Facing Wen Jingrong would always make Meng Shuixin feel powerless. The state feels very familiar and wants to get closer, but the body always stops me intentionally or unintentionally, as if I have recognized the wrong person.

"How do we get out?" Meng Shuixin finally stood where he was and asked.

"Aren't you going to save people?"

"Do you want me to save someone?" Meng Shuixin sneered, "I think Teacher Yi Nuan and the others should be in the right place now?"

Wen Jingrong smiled like a peony in March, but with gentleness. He walked over and wanted to hold Meng Shuixin's hand, but the girl took a step back, and the boy's smile remained the same: "It's not good for a girl to be too smart." ..."

"What on earth did you bring me here for?"

"Believe it or not, it was unintentional to come here."

Meng Shuixin still wanted to ask something, but suddenly there was a sudden earthquake, Meng Shuixin couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground, Meng Shuixin instinctively felt a danger coming, and was about to stretch out his hands to form a protective net in front of him But he saw Wen Jingrong wrapping himself directly, and then the sky changed color and a thick dark blue cloud pressed down from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, countless sharp blades flew out from the clouds and attacked Meng Shuixin and Wen Jingrong with the wind. Meng Shuixin could feel the strong evil power brought by those sharp blades. He wanted to break free from Wen Jingrong's embrace but failed. He was held tightly by the boy in his arms.

Meng Shuixin could feel the powerful impact brought by the sharp blades to each other, and could also feel the instinctive muscle contraction from the body of the boy who was hugging her because of the impact.

"Wen Jingrong. Let me go, the two of us will be fine together. You don't have to..."

"Don't move." Wen Jingrong's voice was much softer than Meng Shuixin's, but it seemed that another inexplicable force made Meng Shuixin stop talking. Meng Shuixin could hear the wind blowing in his ears It kept blowing, and you could hear sharp blades swishing past you. I don't know how long it took until the cloud in the sky left before the surrounding sharp blades disappeared.

"Wen Jingrong, are you okay?" Meng Shuixin gently pushed Wen Jingrong.

"Well, there's nothing to do. Let's take a break and let's find a way to go out." Wen Jingrong's voice was faint, and no emotion could be heard.

Meng Shuixin withdrew from Wen Jingrong's arms, only to find that her hands holding the boy were all stained with blood.

Meng Shuixin was stunned again for a moment. In Meng Shuixin's world, Wen Jingrong was like a man made of iron, and would never be injured, but whose blood belonged to it?

"You're injured." Meng Shuixin wanted to go around behind Wen Jingrong to see those wounds, but was held down by Wen Jingrong to stay where he was.

Wen Jingrong took off his coat, tore it into strips and bandaged himself in place, and then said with the same voice, "Small injury."

Looking at Wen Jingrong's skillful bandaging technique, Meng Shuixin suddenly recalled that during the last CHEERS, Wen Jingrong bandaged his own wound so skillfully in his hands. At that time, Meng Shuixin also asked Wen Jingrong why he bandaged his first hair so well. At that time What did Wen Jingrong answer? By the way, he said: "You can heal yourself after a long illness."

What kind of chronic illness can achieve such skillful self-healing?

"Let me come, you can't reach the back." Meng Shuixin still stubbornly stood behind Wen Jingrong as he spoke. Although he was mentally prepared, Meng Shuixin still let Meng Shuixin take a breath of air-conditioning at Wen Jingrong's smooth back. On the back, there were criss-cross traces drawn by sharp knives, and those bloodstains flowed down the boy's back like a work of art and stood on the ground.

Meng Shuixin's heart suddenly ached, and he gently stroked the boy's back, like a junior who had been tortured, he felt an instinctive tremor from the boy's body.

Wen Jingrong turned around quickly, grabbed Meng Shuixin's hand and said, "Close your eyes."

It's not that Meng Shuixin has never seen bloody scenes, but Meng Shuixin couldn't accept such flaws on such a perfect boy for a while, but Wen Jingrong's voice seemed to be carrying a soothing potion. Heart really obediently closed his eyes.

"Wen Jingrong, just now, we can actually be together. With the two of us, they..."

"No matter how powerful we are, we can't do anything to them." Wen Jingrong answered Meng Shuixin's words while bandaging himself.

"You can't hide from tornadoes and storms, because we can't change those natural things, and in this place, what we experienced is also the natural scene here, and there is no way to change it." Wen Jingrong's voice grew older and stronger. Close, until it fell into Meng Shuixin's ear.

Meng Shuixin suddenly opened her eyes and saw the boy's ceramic cheeks in front of her, perfect without any flaws, not close to real.

Meng Shuixin suddenly hugged Wen Jingrong, put his head on Wen Jingrong's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Wen Jingrong, when were you real and when were you fake?"

Wen Jingrong was startled in a low voice and didn't answer.

"I wouldn't believe it even if it was a bitter trick." Meng Shuixin said on Wen Jingrong's neck.

"I know." Wen Jingrong said clearly.

"Wen Jingrong, what is there in me that deserves your painstaking efforts and desperation?"

"Something that's important to me."

And just when Meng Shuixin was about to open his mouth to continue asking something, the whole space began to shake violently, and in their east, there was a glare of white light shooting over, making people unable to open their eyes, Wen Jingrong pulled Holding Meng Shuixin's hand, he stood up and walked towards the white light.

Meng Shuixin has doubts in his heart, but his doubts are not a white light, but a gaze. When he and Wen Jingrong leave, Meng Shuixin always feels that there is a gaze behind him that has been watching him. , Let yourself have a feeling of being watched.

Meng Shuixin looked back, but only saw a piece of desolation and an increasingly blurred mirror image, but those eyes seemed to be hidden in the depths of the desert, as if they were always watching him.

Meng Shuixin wanted to turn around and look for it for a moment, but the temperature from her hand made her hesitate. Is it a hallucination?
Meng Shuixin followed Wen Jingrong and walked along the light beam. When the light beam disappeared, they had already reached the top of the mountain, and everything behind them had disappeared as if it had never existed.

"Meng Shuixin, are you okay?" Chen Tian's voice attracted Meng Shuixin from the illusion just now.

Only then did Meng Shuixin realize that all his classmates were lying on the flat ground on the top of the mountain, they were still in a coma, and Chen Tian was waving his hands in front of him.

Next to him was Yi Nuan, who looked at Meng Shuixin's mouth slightly upturned, and her long hair was slightly disheveled in the wind.

"You saved us?" Meng Shuixin looked at Yi Nuan and said.

"It seems that the gap in the Yin Ghost God Realm is getting bigger and bigger, and the tiankeng has begun to move." Yi Nuan said, "But I'm curious, where did you fall?"

Meng Shuixin and Wen Jingrong looked at each other and said, "We don't know that place, you..."

"Illusion Cave." Yi Nuan said unhurriedly.

"Illusion Cave?"

"Meng Shuixin, I'm there, I saw my mother..." Chen Tian said, looking at the place where the tiankeng had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)