Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1160 The pit is 215 meters deep, hell is too far away, there is a wife in the world (1)
In the midst of grief and anger, she was so anxious that her heart was tumbling, her ears were buzzing, as if a chaotic sword had passed through, her whole body threw herself forward without hesitation.

It was so strong that if you were not careful, you would fall off the horse.

"Crazy woman! I can't cure you yet?" Wan Yanxiu frowned tightly, and wrapped her iron-like arms around Mo Jiu's crooked body. He clamped the horse's belly fiercely, and galloped eastward with a sound of "drive".

"Xiao Changsi! Old Xiao—run away!"

"Kick West!"

"Break North!"

"Sheng Dong!"

"Run away—go!"

Mo Jiu desperately turned his head and called out everyone's name one by one. With a pair of eyes that were about to breathe fire, he stared fixedly at the war between humans and wolves that was getting farther and farther away.

The voice is getting weaker and weaker.

Prairie wolves are like raindrops, densely packed, all over the mountains and everywhere, concentrating on their prey.But in an instant, the four men and the horse were submerged in the pack of wolves. From Mo Jiu's perspective, he couldn't even see the corner of his clothes.

"Old Xiao—"

This sound is heart-piercing.

"Crackling-"

Lightning in the sky, accompanied by thunder.

The howling wind, like her howling, echoed shrillly in the sky.Not long after, the torrential downpour, which had been accumulating for half a day, fell heavily, soaking the grass and drenching her thin clothes.

"Drive—drive—"

Seeing the pack of wolves, the horse fled vigorously with two people on its back.The hoof fell to the ground, causing mud and water to splash everywhere.In the dark world, the cold wind, the coolness in the heart, amidst the ferocious howls of wolves and bloodthirsty roars, it is like the most primitive crazy purgatory in the same scene...

"Old Xiao!"

Mo Jiu kept roaring in the rainstorm.

Her voice was hoarse, but she didn't feel anything either.

"How could this be? How could this be?"

Things happened too fast, she murmured, not quite accepting the result.

Xiao Liulang is gone, and so are the more than 500 members of the Xiao family. Xiao Changsi is the only surviving child of the Xiao family.But now, in order to protect her, he put himself in danger and fought against the wolves. If he also encountered an accident, how would she deal with herself?
To owe a life than to owe a favor—it is more difficult to feel at ease.

She, Mo Jiu, couldn't afford it.

She would even rather be dead than she is.

"Wanyan San! You bastard! Why did you take me away? Why?" She vented her indescribable gloom on Wanyanxiu.

But no matter how hard she struggled, he never let go.

No matter how much she cursed, he didn't answer her.

"You men, you bastards..." Mo Jiu's lips were trembling, "Why do you like to treat me well in your own way, and don't ask me if I want to accept it, can I bear it? Such a debt of favor, a debt of life ——You think it’s for me, but don’t you know that it’s actually hurting me? Doesn’t this mean that I’ll be burdened and miserable all my life?”

This "you", I don't know who he scolded.

But the person she was beating desperately was Wan Yanxiu.

Hit and scold at the same time.The resentment from the hoarse voice was like a lone wolf abandoned by others, with the ferocity of gnashing teeth, and more, it was a kind of helplessness and despair towards the verge of extinction.

After Xiao Liulang was gone, she held back for too long.

Borrowing this matter, she vented all her emotions.

"Mo Jiu!" Wan Yanxiu hugged her tightly, not sarcastically, nor ridiculed, but called her name solemnly, stretched out his other hand to gently stroke her head, under the impact of the rainstorm, Slowly slowed down the horse gait.

(End of this chapter)