Chapter 153 Life and Death, Death and Death

But when I saw the red light in front of me, there was already an extra coat on my body.

She was stared and smiled again. Sure enough...

The smiling voice also sounded at the right time: "Well, you don't have to worry about being seen now."

When he spoke, he let go of her, pulled his coat over her, carefully tied the belt, looked up and down to confirm that it was correct, looked at her with a smile and joked, "I can't tell how much my clothes are. Are you satisfied with it?"

It turned out that he was helping her find a way. Red Sandalwood nodded with a smile and affirmed, "There is nothing better than this."

Her blue robe is light in color, and it is obvious when it is stained with something, while the blood coat is not. The clothes are integrated with blood. What is clothes and what is blood?

He was more than half a head taller than her, and his clothes were bigger and longer. He didn't fit, but he was unexpectedly warm and wrapped her up.

She was originally light, but her blood coat was as strong as fire. This extremely bright color fusion instead outlined an unspeakable thrill.

His eyes flashed, and the orange light floated in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Amu is actually very suitable for blood."

He looked at it fixedly and said gently, "It's as light as peaches and plums, as bright as peach blossoms."

Light as peaches and plums, as bright as peach blossoms. In the past, he never knew what kind of extreme it should be to combine two completely different feelings into one. Even if there are countless people, she is the only one.

Light as peaches and plums, as bright as peach blossoms. Red sandalwood muttered in a low voice. This is the first time that someone described her like this. She actually felt that she liked it for no reason, perhaps because the person who praised it was sincere, or because it was already appropriate. In short, she likes...

She raised her head slightly and said with a smile, "Lanlan, I can't walk."

The meaning of the words...

Wu Cang Juelan smiled, then turned his back, bent down, turned around and smiled, and said, "Come on, Amu."

Red sandalwood then smiled, leaned over the wide back in front of him, felt that his body was slowly held up, put his hands around his neck, and smiled and said, "This scene seems to be a little familiar. Three years ago, you carried me down the mountain."

The scene three years ago seems to be vivid in my mind. Perhaps, all this has long been doomed. After three years, they still met and accompanied each other. This is the disaster that he can't escape. He thought that since he can't escape, let's fall together... live and die together, rise and die together...

This life is really boring without her.

Three years ago, three years later, whether it was a teenager or a girl on his back, it was the support he didn't want to put down on his back.

Freedom is important, but it is not absolute. He needs a weight that can stop him from floating. It is both belonging and destination.

Wu Cang Juelan put her hands behind her and held up her empty calves. Now she is kneeling behind him with her legs tightly closed. This posture is more laborious.

His hands could almost wrap her whole calf and take on the strength of her body. He slowly stood up and walked slowly like a hole. The step was easy, not like carrying a person at all. Therefore, he couldn't help but say many times: "Amu, you are too thin, it's really light."

His steps are very steady, and he doesn't feel anything bumpy on his back. She has always been cold. His temperature makes her feel very comfortable, especially when her lower abdomen is uncomfortable. The warm object is undoubtedly the best, and it is closer to him. She didn't care: "Skinny is thin, muscle."

He shook his head and laughed, and truthfully said, "Amu, you are obviously not thin, but malnourished."

She squeezed her lips. She has been on the cliff with her master since she was a child, but she dares not expect that a big man will know how to take care of children. Although she has known this for so many years in her previous life, she has never cared much about this aspect, so she has formed her current appearance in more than ten years, "This is... nothing I can do..."

Passing through the waterfall at the fastest speed, the red sandalwood saw the water curtain in front of him flash. After breaking out of the water, his body was not stained with water droplets. Not only was it dumb, but this hand was really beautiful!

He fell lightly on the shore. Hongfeng was free to care whether anyone disturbed or not. His bloody clothes swayed the soft ground of the fallen leaves, and his voice came to his ear: "Is there no one to take care of A Mu since he was a child?"

On her back like this, she was a little drowsy and came back when she heard the voice; "It can be said."

How can the master take care of her? It's too late to play with her all day.

It's not surprising to hear this answer, and also hear her slightly tired voice. An orange light flashed in his eyes and coaxed, "A Muming doesn't like these disturbances. Why do you want to immerse yourself in it?"

I don't know how many reasons caused her drowsiness. In short, she was really sleepy. She found a comfortable position nearby, yawned, and said vaguely, "For a person, a promise."

A man, Danfeng's eyes were slightly blurred. He shook his shoulder, not to make her more sober, but to make her more confused, he asked softly, "Who is it?"

She found her neck that had shifted some due to shaking again, put her head closer, frowned slightly and said, "A very important person, so important... anything can be for her..."

Her voice is getting lower and lower, but he can hear it clearly. What kind of person can make her care so much about her light nature? Don't do anything. This is a desperate gamble he has never seen in her.

The hand holding her legs tightened, and her smiling voice was extremely normal: "Do you like this man very much?"

The footsteps stopped. He turned his cheek slightly to look at the clear and long face on his shoulder. The light in his eyes turned over, brewing an incomprehensible storm.

However, the person who is about to fall asleep with her eyes closed can't see it. She just muttered naturally, "I don't like it..."

The sound as light as smoke floated into his ears, and the corners of his mouth were raised up. However, it completely stiffened in less than a moment, just because the voice continued to say, "Obviously... it's love... I love it very much..."

It's obviously... It's love... I love it very much...

It's obviously... It's love... I love it very much...

It's obviously... It's love... I love it very much...

As countless people she repeated this sentence in his ear, she loved that person so much, even if she threw away everything she wanted, even if it was scarred and her life was worrying.

So, what about him?

What is the definition of him in her heart that is as light as water? Compared with that person?

If it hadn't been for what she said, he would never believe that she has a lover.

But now, how can he not believe it?

"Who is he?" Without a manic breath, his voice has always been charming and smiling. At this moment, it is better than her plainness, faintly unable to hear emotions, and faintly hides the unspeakable trend.

However, no one answered him behind him. Only her slight breathing came, which was none of her business, so plain and gentle.

The bloody clothes floated up and down with the red maple, several times. Everything around him was moving, only he looked at the comforting woman who was sleeping and motionless as if she had been petrified.

Red sandalwood has always slept shallowly and has always been vigilant. However, behind his warmth, she slept very deep, until she sank into the depths of her heart and into a dream that was difficult to extricate herself.

The dark night, the dark red blood, the body all over the ground, the woman who was hit by the arrow, the body of the three-year-old girl, the last words of death...

A sudden and violent scratch on his shoulder made him come to his senses in an instant. Seeing that her originally plain and gentle face had wrinkled at this moment, there was the uneasiness and pain he had never seen on her.

"What's wrong with Amu?" Regardless of so much, he gently moved her from his back to the front of him, put her down on the soft fallen leaves, and then picked up her cheeks close to him. His slender fingers spread out the major bloodlines above her head. At the same time, he said with strength, "Amu, wake up."

Her eyelashes trembled several times, her eyebrows frowned, and she struggled several times before she finally opened her eyes completely, but there was only a hole in her eyes that should have been clear, and her eyes stared straight at somewhere, stunned.

Wucang Juelan circled her whole body and wrapped her into her arms. Her whole body was obviously cold and scary, but her forehead was full of sweat stains. Her cheeks were close to her cheeks, warmed her with her own temperature, and muttered in her ear, "Amu is not afraid, it's okay, it's okay..."

Maybe it was the stimulation of the sound. Although she couldn't stop her mind, she finally moved her body and approached the only heat source around her. It was cold and cold. She turned into his arms with all her strength. She was not satisfied with his tight arms and pulled the handband around him hard. Even if this force would hurt her, she would never let go.

Rubbing her tightly into her arms, rubbing her cold cheeks, and whispering, "Amu, it's okay. I'm here."

It seemed that this sentence stimulated her nerves. She asked without blinking, "Will you suddenly leave me?" One day, I can still breathe, but you disappear? Natural disasters, or man-made disasters, such and such accidents, in the end, there is always only one person..."

She didn't talk to him, and he didn't know whether she was asking someone in the void, talking to herself, or really talking to him. In short, when he heard it, he gave his answer: "As long as I don't die, I won't give up."

No matter who is in your heart, I only know that I have you in my heart.

"I won't allow you to die!" Her hand suddenly grasped his wrist, and her finger bones seemed to be buckled into his flesh. Her eyes suddenly raised and stared at him fiercely and gritted her teeth and said, "I don't allow you to die. You absolutely, absolutely can't die. I will never allow it!"

Wu Cang Juelan looked at the anxious and cruel eyes in front of him. He didn't know whether she was talking to him or just ordering others through him. He loosened one hand and gently straightened the messy hair around her cheeks. The corners of his mouth gently raised, dragged her face with one hand and smiled, "Amu, don't worry, I will never I left."