Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 121 The pit is 043 meters deep (16)
Unexpectedly, he would know what happened that day. Song Ao gritted his teeth and glared at Xue Fang. Seeing that the boy blushed in embarrassment and lowered his head, bent his lips in a funny way, straightened his collar, and walked out in a dignified manner. , "I paid too much for this handsomeness."

Looking at his back helplessly, Xiao Qian shook his head, and was about to turn around and continue to question Kong Yinyang, but this interrupted and distracted Kong Yinyang, who was lame and blind, but suddenly moved quite a bit, his whole body With one flick, he rushed to the stone bed.

Xiao Qian's eyes turned cold, he stepped forward quickly, drew his sword and stabbed him.However, the stone bed was forced and turned over suddenly, and Kong Yinyang disappeared amidst the "booming" sound of the machine.

Mo Wang looked back and shouted "Be careful" in horror, but it was too late.Driven by the mechanism, the stone slab under Xiao Qian's feet emptied immediately, and his body also fell straight down.

"Emissary—" Xue Fang rushed over.

The slate has been closed, without a single gap.

The power of the mechanism is extremely amazing. In the era when industrial technology is not yet developed, it itself is like a huge mechanical operator, which belongs to the advanced product of the times, and is a force that uses mechanical principles to ride above human power.

Xiao Qian fell into the stone room, the air-conditioning hit like mountains and seas, the cold wind poured into his ears, surrounded by boundless darkness, he held his breath and concentrated, and the moment he landed, he drew out his long sword to protect his body.

The sword body cannot reflect light in the dark, but it can make noise.So, with a sweep of his sword, a sneer came from behind: "Don't be naive, the power of the mechanism, how can your sword resist it?"

This voice was trembling and hoarse, but it was not forgiving at all, and it was surprisingly familiar.Xiao Qian retracted his sword and turned around, "Are you alright?"

This was a natural question, with a touch of concern, so Mo Jiu knew who the fallen person was.

She was startled, coughed violently, almost choked to death, and when the force subsided, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Liulang, is your grandfather still alive?"

Xiao Qian didn't understand, so he took a step in the direction of the voice, "Why do you ask like that?"

Mo Jiu was shivering from the cold, and knocked his teeth while talking, "I was thinking, maybe I was born to call him daddy!"

"..." Taking advantage of others like this is too wicked.But Xiao Qian obviously didn't want to argue with him at the moment. After standing for a while, he still hadn't adapted to the light, and it was pitch black inside. He couldn't see her, so he could only distinguish the voice and continue walking towards her, "Mo Jiu?"

She said "hmm".

The voice was right in front of him, but Xiao Qian groped for a while, but there was no one.

He asked, "Where are you?"

"Your ancestor's!" A weak voice tremblingly came from under his feet, "You stepped on my skirt and asked where I am? Why don't you trample on me to death?"

Xiao Qian was dumbfounded, "Why are you sleeping on the ground?"

Is there even a question?Mo Jiu was so cold that his teeth were almost broken, "Take off your clothes, I, I'll tell you."

Xiao Qian didn't take these words as teasing, he groped to take off the cloak wrapped outside, bent over to put it on her body, "Is it better?"

"Not good." Mo Jiu wanted to cry but had no tears, "Heaven is jealous of talents, I am actually trapped here."

Xiao Qian squatted beside her, silent for a moment, he said: "Is it convenient for you?"

Mo Jiu was shivering from the cold, and replied not too quickly: "I just passed my convenience, and it's right where you squatted."

Xiao Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'm asking, if I light a fire, is it convenient for you?"

"Didn't you tell me about Huo Zhe Zi?" Mo Jiu thought of Huo Guang now, and he was more energetic than thinking of antiques. "Hurry up, hurry up. I'm so cold."

Xiao Qian did not dare to light the fire rashly because he touched her slippery and tender arm and her drenched clothes. Hearing her urgent urging, he no longer hesitated, quickly took out the fire pocket, and tried several times before ignite.

In the faint light of the fire, Mo Jiu wrapped his cloak and pouted in the corner like a puppy, his lips were black and blue, his face was white, but his two eyes were smiling brightly, "Xiao Liulang, you still Can I take off another one?"

Xiao Qian was slightly taken aback.

Some people are abnormal in nature, such as Mo Jiu.

She looked extremely embarrassed at this time, her hair was almost frozen, and the clothes on her body were already soaked, except for her eyes that were wide open, and her body was as stiff as ice balls, everyone knew that she was inside Something has happened.But even if the sky falls, it can't change her crazy nerves.

It is not difficult for a person to regard other people's lives as worthless, but there are only two kinds of people who can ignore and ridicule their own lives.One is crazy and stupid, and the other is a god who transcends the world.

Although it was said that Mo Jiu was insane, Xiao Qian no longer thought she was a fool or a lunatic.But she is neither crazy nor stupid, why is she so indifferent in the face of life and death?
Seeing him staring at her, Mo Jiu was so cold that his lips were fighting with cold, "Take it off, can you still take it off?"

"..." Xiao Qian was silent.

It's summer outside, and he also wears less clothes, and if he takes off one more shirt, it will be gone.Raising his eyebrows, he tightened the cloak for her, carefully fastened the belt around his neck, and approached her with the faint firelight in his hand, his voice also had a hint of charm that made people's hearts throbbing, "I'll help you get up and be active." Muscles and bones, warm up your body?"

Mo Jiu's lips trembled, "But I'm cold, I'm shivering."

Xiao Qian pursed her lips, before she could think of a solution, she had already pulled off the strap of the cloak, shaking her body and said, "It's wet inside, it's useless to wear it like this, you see."

Her clothes were already thin, but after being soaked and frozen, they were all tightly attached to her body, and her well-developed girlish body was exquisitely and tightly strangled into a bumpy and attractive curve, adding a kind of charm to her beauty. The temptation of blood rushing...

(End of this chapter)