Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1186 The pit is 220 meters deep and the furthest distance in the world is the human heart (3)
But after a while, he still shook his head decisively.

"No. You are not in good health! You just walk ahead, and I will naturally follow. Don't worry, I'm fine. You know me. I'm like a cat. I have nine lives. I'm not someone who is prone to accidents."

"Oh, don't be stubborn, my ninth master!" Chi Xi walked over twistingly holding Ye Mingzhu, glanced at Xiao Changsi, then squatted down, turned his back to her, and patted himself on the shoulder.

"Come on, I'm in good health. I'll... carry... you."

She spoke the next two words slowly and vaguely.

It was so weird that even Chuang Bei, who was two feet away from him, could tell something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Chi Xi crouched there with his head down, clutching his chest, and remained motionless.

Suddenly, his hands softened, and he held the scabbard on the ground.

"Yes, I'm not feeling well either, very uncomfortable."

In fact, he didn't know what happened. At the moment she squatted down, her head was suddenly congested with blood, and her ears "buzzed", as if she had entered a state of deafness in an instant, and she could hear Chuang Bei and everyone. Inquiring voices, and the whistling wind in the tunnel can be heard, but it sounds so far away, as if it came from the sky.

"Hurry up, let's go quickly. There seems to be something wrong with this smoke, why...why am I so uncomfortable. It's uncomfortable here, so stuffy... so sleepy..."

Xiao Changsi's complexion changed, and he turned towards Chuangbei.

"Help him up and go ahead."

After all, he didn't care whether Mo Jiu liked it or not, he hooked her knee socket with his backhand, and put it on his back, "Hold on to me."

Mo Jiu's body was limp.

Powerless and unable to resist, he simply lay on his back.

His back was broad and warm, and it gave her an inexplicable sense of security, as well as... a sense of guilt, in this cool corridor.She seems to have never done anything for this man, but he has been protecting her with all his strength.

Clutching Xiao Changsi's neck with both hands, listening to his rough breathing, Mo Jiu's thoughts drifted a little, but the remaining rationality made her wish to lose her weight... She even wanted to call Yan San Come carry her.

He can knock through the stone wall, so why can't he carry him on his back?

But she didn't say it.

For men, this kind of thing is definitely not fake.

Anyway, she is this man's nominal wife... If he can't carry her because he is sick, and let another man carry her, it is the greatest insult to a man.

"...It's so uncomfortable, I'm so dizzy...I can't walk anymore."

In front of the corridor, there was a person muttering in a low voice.

"...I want to carry my back too, fake monk, you carry me on your back."

Under her weak pleading, Chuang Bei sighed.

"You again!"

The bad debt between the two of them is unclear.

Whoever saves who once, no one cares about it at this time.

In fact, listening to the voice of Chi Xi, Mo Jiu knew that they felt the same.

It's just that she doesn't scream like Kexi - after all, she needs face.

The feeling of torment was unbearable.

Sleepy, tired, but not really sleepy.

The depression is not the suffocation caused by the thick smoke, but comes from the mind.

As if the neurons were damaged suddenly, people are drowsy, still a little floating, in a trance like floating in the clouds, the most frightening thing is, there is also a kind of hotness that climbs up to the heart inexplicably, which is not stimulated by human reason, and slowly disappears. Belly rises...

(End of this chapter)