too affectionate

Chapter 877

Wanyan used the sword as a crutch, one step at a time, moving towards the back of the hall with difficulty.

Every time she takes a step, the ground gets a little more dividends.

Poisonous and bloody.

One step is red, two steps are red, step by step is red, and they form a line.

That was her way to him.

At this time, Wanyan was so weak that her mind went blank.

In her heart, there is only one sentence.

Crazy... Crazy... Why am I doing this for the sake of purifying Sakyamuni...

However, at the moment when she saw Jing Shijialan, all the noise in Wanyan's heart quieted down.

He was lying in the ice coffin, closing his eyes slightly, his tranquility, indifference, clearness, and solemnity without anger and prestige were exactly the same as his usual.

However, his whole body was very cold, and his eyebrows, temples, and jaw were all covered with a faint layer of frost.

In the past, Wanyan always felt that Jing Shijialan was not at all popular, and was always cold and hard.

Only now did Wanyan understand that no matter how cold and ruthless Jing Shijialan was in the past, there was still a little warmth in her body.

The current him is the real breath, it's gone.

Wanyan's two fingers touched Jing Shijialan's carotid artery.

In an instant, Wanyan's fingertips were covered with frost.

I really don't have a heartbeat.

White clothes, silver crown, black hair, calm jade-colored youth.

It is exactly the same as the person in that painting, so perfect, it seems to be fictional.

Wanyan just glanced at him, and a drop of redness fell from her eyes.

worth it.

Wanyan had the answer to that question just now.

This glance is worth it.

"You didn't take me with you when you went out to play, and now you want me to pick you up, I really don't know what to do..."

Wanyan wiped away her tears, smiled, and sighed, then gently stroked Jing Shijialan's cheek with the back of her hand, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Alright alright……

Jing Shajialan, I will take you home. "

On that day, Bai Ze, with two wings, carried the girl in red and the boy in white, and left in front of Feng Naifu, through the main gate of Fengtian Temple.

Feng Nagi watched them go, but still smiled.

It's just the back, full of fatigue.

Behind Wanyan, Feng Nagi Furou said:

"If you pay with your life, just run away.

If you catch up with me again, I see how many lives you have left. "

Coming out of Fengtian Palace, Wanyan headed northwest as fast as she could, taking mountain roads all the way, and choosing deserted and hidden places.

At this time, Wanyan's Shahua power has gradually faded, and it is estimated that the poison she left in Fengtian Temple will be gone soon.

If Feng Nagifu catches up again, then Wanyan will be really helpless.

However, even though she was anxious, Wanyan, who was seriously injured, soon lost her determination.

Wanyan had no choice but to build a simple stretcher with twigs and wild grass, twisted a rope with the dry grass, and dragged Jing Shijialan away.

Wanyan herself is full of injuries, and just now with a mortal body, she forcibly broke her diaphragm and endured the power of the Poison Lord.

At this time, Wanyan was already in danger of protecting herself, and she was still carrying Jing Shijialan's body, it was really too difficult.

However, the house leak happens to rain overnight, and it always rains in the mountains in autumn, and there is mud everywhere, which makes it even more difficult for Wanyan to drag Jing Shijialan.

Several times, the simple stretcher got stuck in the mud, and Wanyan put the rope on her shoulders, trying to pull the stretcher out with all her strength, but the stretcher did not move at all, but Wanyan herself slipped on the sole of her foot, and she fell into the wet mud , splashed mud all over her face.

And at night, the mountains and forests were always foggy and dewy, Wanyan was wearing single clothes, she was still bleeding, her legs were so cold that she couldn't stand straight.

But she didn't want to stop and rest, so she walked and fell all the way.

Get up when you fall, get up and keep going.

Several times, Wanyan was really unable to move an inch. When she stopped to rest for a while, if she hadn't used her strong willpower to wake herself up, she might have already called her name at the Hall of the King of Hell when she woke up.

Wanyan huddled beside Jing Shi Jialan, holding Jing Shi Jialan's hand with both hands, only feeling that his hand seemed to be warmer than her own.

Just leave him here.

There are blue sky and white clouds, Cangshan forest, little squirrels, little white rabbits, little snakes, little wolf lambs, little leopards...

Here you can also feel the beauty of mountains and rivers and absorb the essence of heaven and earth, which is better than lying in the ice coffin of Fengtian Temple.

I sent you here, it is considered as the most benevolent.

Anyway, you are already like this, if I spend more time with you, I'm afraid I will be worse than your death...

Wanyan sat on a piece of wood, looked around her surroundings, thinking to herself.

Then Wanyan saw Jing Shijialan beside her.

After being in the mud for so long, Jing Shijialan's white clothes were also stained.

But Jing Shijialan was lying there, his breath was gone, but there was still a peaceful aura lingering around him.

He is like the eye of a clear spring, surging quietly.

With just one glance, the dirt in my heart was washed away.

Wanyan sighed, scolded herself in a low voice, then raised her right arm, and impatiently unwrapped a piece of blood-soaked cloth wrapped around her forearm again.

After untiing the cloth strips, Yi Mo's long wound was exposed.

The wound had festered and festered, and the blood that flowed out was black.

With a "hiss", Wanyan tore off another strip of cloth from the scattered corner of her robe, bit one end in her mouth, and wrapped the other end around her forearm.

Then, using hands and teeth together, they tied a knot indiscriminately.

"Okay..."

Wanyan stood up and picked up the fifth rope attached to the stretcher, which had already been replaced.

"Let's go."

In this way, Wanyan drove the journey for fifteen days without knowing the day and night.

She walked from early autumn, watching the leaves getting more and more yellow along the way.

Wanyan walked all the way and counted the distance. Up to now, Wanyan felt that she had almost entered the territory of Shuzhou.

Although this journey was extremely difficult, Wanyan had to follow Jing Shijialan several times.

But in fact, this journey is smoother than Wanyan imagined.

When Wanyan left Fengtian Palace, she estimated that it would take at most five days for Feng Naifu to catch up with her.

And until now, there is not even a single figure of the Feng family.

But no matter whether she comes or not, Wanyan is not afraid anymore.

After falling into the mud for countless times, Wanyan never got up again.

Literally bled dry and exhausted.

The blood that flowed from her wounds, mixed with rainwater, seeped into the soil little by little.

However, until now, Wanyan still wants to struggle again, like a fish stranded on the beach, wanting to live even with a drop of water.

Wanyan dug her fingers into the dirt, and tried to stand up countless times.

She is not reconciled, not reconciled!
She still hasn't done so many things, so many revenges she hasn't avenged!
She didn't want to die like this in the nameless mountains, mixed with the mud.

(End of this chapter)