too affectionate

Chapter 878

However, Wanyan, who was struggling, saw Jing Shijialan not far away.

He still closed his eyes quietly, half of the moonlight cast on Ruyu's face.

Forget it.

Wanyan sighed, she felt so much unwilling, but she suddenly felt at ease.

Do not live by committing sins.

Die for the king in this life, and seek revenge in the next life.

The moment Wanyan closed her eyes, the world seemed to have a sense.

All of a sudden, it rained cats and dogs.

This time, Wanyan didn't know how long she slept.

In the dream, she felt vaguely that it seemed to be raining again, but she didn't get a drop of rain.

Her body became lighter little by little, as if she was surrounded by a ball of feathers.

That ball of feathers understood her very well and tolerated her very well.No matter how she moves, she is comfortable.

In addition, Wanyan felt that the wounds all over her body were beginning to heal little by little, and the pain exited her body like a tide.

Is it possible that I can still go to heaven.

Wanyan thought to herself in her subconscious mind.

In addition to intermittent random thoughts, there is another emotion that always occupies Wanyan's heart.

It was a kind of anxiety for some unknown reason, which caused Wanyan to hang her whole heart high even after she died, without letting it down for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Wanyan seemed to be standing at an altitude of [-] meters.

Then all of a sudden, she fell from the cloud, falling fast.

Seeing that it was about to hit the ground, Wanyan suddenly opened her eyes.

Before she could see where she was, Wanyan first sensitively felt that there was someone beside her.

Without even thinking about it, Wanyan took out the dagger from her waist and was about to turn over and subdue the man.

However, before Wanyan flipped over, she was taken back again.

Immediately, a voice came from Wanyan's ear.

"Don't be afraid, Yan'er, it's me."

The cold voice made Wanyan's whole body froze instantly.

The voice of Jing Shijialan.

At that moment, the anxiety that had engulfed Wanyan for too long, for some reason, came to an abrupt end.

Wanyan understood why all the anxiety came from.

Wanyan was stunned, unable to say anything.

She opened her eyes wide, staring greedily and presumptuously at the person in front of her, wishing to see all his details clearly in the twilight.

With sword eyebrows and star eyes, a cut nose, a young man with a jade face.

And the smell of him.

After the first snowfall, the coolness and fragrance of the trees.

It's him.

Wanyan looked at it, her eyes turned red.

In the darkness, Wanyan held her breath and measured Jing Shijialan's face inch by inch with her own eyes.

Looking at an inch, she said in her heart:
He is not dead.

When Wanyan rushed into the Renqing Temple and confronted Jingshi Maha and the Twelve Golden Immortals, she told herself that he was not dead.

Looking at the crying Yue Yu, Wanyan wanted to just collapse there and cry, but she told herself that he was not dead.

When she broke into Fengtian Palace alone, was whipped away by Feng Nagi with a whip, and immediately got up from the ground vomiting blood, she told herself that he was not dead.

Wanyan did not hesitate, and when she stabbed herself with the Shidian Yama sword, she told herself that he was not dead.

Taking Jing Shijialan to escape in the mountains and in the rain, when Wanyan was about to freeze to death several times at night, she told herself that he was not dead.

From getting the news of his death to seeing him open his eyes, there were only three words that supported Wanyan to go on and survive.

He is not dead.

He really isn't dead.

Wanyan's tears are like the heavy rain that night and night.

Once it falls, it can't stop.

It's just that the rain fell on Wanyan's body.

And these rains fell on Jing Shijialan's heart.

After the farewell, they reunited, but neither of them said a word.

All tears.

Jing Shijialan gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Wanyan's eyes with her fingertips.

However, the moment he met Wanyan, Wanyan hid back.

It's just that Wanyan just moved a little before she was taken back by Jing Shijialan.

At this time, Wanyan realized that she was lying on Jing Shijialan's arm and lying in Jing Shijialan's arms.

And her body, which had been dehydrated for too long, was warming up little by little in Jing Shijialan's warm embrace.

"You're badly hurt, don't move."

Jing Shijialan said softly, put the other hand on the back of Wanyan's head, and carefully sent her into his arms.

Obviously he was the one who risked his life to snatch it back, in the past ten days, Wanyan dragged him around quite often.

However, now that he is alive, Wanyan feels awkward again.

Wanyan shrank her ears, and subconsciously rubbed her back.

Jing Shijialan noticed it, but he didn't pull her back. He just stretched out his hand, wrapped it around Wanyan's ear, and smoothed her broken hair.

Wanyan originally wanted to hide, but she saw that under the moonlight, the corners of Jing Shijialan's eyes were extraordinarily crystal clear.

Wanyan thought he was going to say "I'm sorry" or "Thank you".

However, Jing Shijialan's voice was hoarse, and he said softly:

"Yan'er, does the wound still hurt..."

Jing Shijialan's already red eyes turned red again and again, from the fundus to the eye sockets, covering the red with red.

A drop of tear fell down his cheek.

Not a sound.

Wanyan subconsciously wanted to raise her hand, trying to wipe away the tears for him.

However, just as Wanyan lifted it up, she took her hand back again.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, haven't you already healed me."

Wanyan wrote lightly, summarizing the struggle, torment, near-death, and several collapses of more than ten days.

She didn't mention it, but Jing Shijialan knew what she had suffered.

That day, after Jing Shijialan woke up, he saw Wanyan lying in the mud.

When he picked her up, he saw that the soil under her was dyed red.

Jing Shijialan didn't remember the feeling of being resurrected from death at all.

He only remembered the fear he had never had when he held Wanyan.

He was afraid that she would not be able to hold on, and that she would walk quietly in his arms.

At that time, Jing Shijialan was so scared that he wanted to pray.

Pray to the supreme God, I will take everything I have for you to keep her, please keep her.

But at that time, Jing Shajialan found helplessly that he wanted to pray, but he didn't know who else he could pray to.

He is already the supreme god, but he still can't keep her.

When she untied Wanyan's clothes and healed her wounds, Jing Shijialan, who used to blush when Wanyan touched her, didn't even have the slightest thought at this time.

He only saw one wound after another on her body.

Each one is a fatal wound

At that time, he understood how Wanyan was able to rescue Feng Naifu from Feng Naifu's hands.

I also understand that Wanyan seems to have had a hard time since she was in charge of the government.

But in fact, what she really endured was far more difficult than he imagined.

Jing Shijialan, who was resurrected from the dead just now, has been healing Wanyan non-stop since she opened her eyes.

She shouted cold over and over again, but he kept holding her in his arms, refusing to leave.

At this time, Jing Shijialan looked at Wanyan's bright eyes and wept silently.

(End of this chapter)