C58

A roar of machinery hung high in the sky, and from the distance came the sound of planes landing.

Ye Zichen raised his head. Sure enough, this bastard's house was for manufacturing airplanes. He actually brought two helicopters with him …

Wooden wood, carrying a faint, dazzling light, desperately waved his hand in the air, crying out in pain.

It's here!

He's here!

He finally came!

Because he had finally come, the tree had miraculously stopped crying.

This boy, who was as dazzling as a god, as handsome as a fairy. He looked as though he had come from the ancient regions, silently carried Xuan Wuji back to the cabin, and whispered a few words into the pilot's ear before quickly returning.

When did the helicopter leave? When did he come back?

Mu Mu Mu's face was blank and helpless, lifeless and pale.

He only needed to hear him say: "Don't worry, Xuan will be fine."

As it turned out, everything was just for this one sentence.

Yes, the voice that was thick and rich like wine penetrated the fragmented sunlight, exuding a bewitching charm. It also possessed a unique magic to pacify people's hearts.

He was the last lifeboat in the vast sea; he was the shining dawn that split the long night; he was the only savior in the apocalypse, the great god!

Wood, looking at him, looking at him, silently watching him …

Time stood still, space stood still, and everything was silent.

The wind whistled between them, and the sun broke the gold on their bodies. Wild petals of colored glazed glass fluttered about...

Finally, Mu Mu took a deep breath of relief after he had dispelled all of his strong pretenses.

She began to feel unbearable pain all over her body. The wound on her arm had actually long since been wounded and bleeding. It was just that because she was wearing black, she couldn't see that the red blood was flowing very smoothly …

The blood clot on his forehead was actually still faintly aching and buzzing in the deep valley. The heart-wrenching pain was indescribable. However, because his entire mind was worried about his safety, he had automatically forgotten about it.

Actually, the lower part of his stomach had long since become inflamed and turned into pus. Because he was too worried about Xuan's safety while he was climbing into the swamp, he couldn't care less about the water vapor from his wounds.

In fact, her entire body felt cold and hot all night long. When she walked, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see what was happening. She even tried to dig a melon in the wild but was forced to do so out of nowhere. She didn't know how many times she fell to the ground in order to dig a melon.

However, she still had to pretend, continue pretending. She pretended to be very happy and happy because Xuan was also injured. How could an angel receive such a serious injury? How could angels climb on dirty marshes? How could an angel eat a field melon like her?

All of this was because of her … Because her fault …

Therefore, she had to be brave, calm, and desperate. Even if it was so painful, so cold, or even if she was going to die soon, she had to drag out her last breath and save the angel … Save... Save...

Because, pure angels are not used to hurt, but to protect!

Actually, actually, actually, wow wow... She really wanted to cry. She cried loudly and cried happily …

"If you want to cry, cry …"

Weird, this naughty guy. Why did he suddenly come to the same conclusion as her today? He actually knew what she was thinking in her heart.

However, she had already drained all her strength. She was exhausted and could only smile lightly at Zuen …

Under the sunlight, it slowly, slowly, gently bloomed …

Pure, transparent, untainted fireworks, as clear as a dream …

That kind of smile was actually unable to be described with words.

He only knew that somewhere in his heart, as if a drop of water had pierced a stone, the Ethereal Transcendence had sunk in, and he had sunk in with incomparable gentleness …

With that laugh, the stars all fell.

The wooden log finally fell.

The camera suddenly came to a stop.

She fell down extremely slowly. Her hair was messy and still held onto the dry grass, but it was even smoother and smoother than flying …

She slowly fell to the ground. Her black silk cotton garment was already torn to shreds and her blood threads had intertwined together. However, she looked cleaner and more beautiful than ever …

She fell down lightly like a scarlet maple leaf shining brilliantly; it was like a feather fluttering gently in the wind; perhaps it was more like the gorgeous fluttering of a butterfly.

However, the beauty of the maple leaf was still inferior to her; the gentleness of the feathers was also inferior to hers; and the magnificent fluttering of the butterfly's wings were also inferior to hers …

She fell into Zuen's embrace. This hug was very warm, very comfortable, very safe, very honest …

She gently blinked her long, delicate eyelashes. Her elegant face was serene and gentle as she decided to have a good night's sleep. It was so good, so good …

"Hello …" Hello... Hey! You... Wake up! You are not allowed to sleep, do you hear me? No sleep without my orders! No... Don't... Fantasy... "Don't scare me …"

Zorn, rocking, slapping her on the cheek, slapping harder and harder.

Ling Luan's voice trembled with fear … Scattered in the wind, abnormally desolate.

"I order you not to sleep! "Did you hear that?"

Pa, pa, pa!

Shake, shake, shake!

My poor face, it hurts, hurts, hurts!

My poor head! Pain, pain, pain!

F * ck, do you have any sympathy? Let me sleep for a bit and I'll die.

Damn demon, because you won't let me sleep, so I decided to hate you even after I woke up!

"SHIT! Damn it, damn it! You're not allowed to hang up on me! Did you hear that! "

Who do you think you are! Curse me? Just be happy!

I'm not hanging up yet, but if you do that again, To me, 55555... I might as well hang myself. At least this way is quiet.