Uncle's First Favorite Concubine

Chapter 392 The First Kiss Between Life and Death
Ning Huaijun stepped forward, "Relic!"

It turned out to be a relic only available to eminent monks!
Xiao Liu gently picked up the relic, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, slowly flowing down his cheek, chin...

'Tick' falls on the relic.

"Xiao Liu..." Ning Huaijun hugged her uncomfortably: "Master is here to save us, don't be too sad!"

Xiao Liu didn't speak, just holding the relic carefully, sitting on the ground, staring at the relic, as if he could see another world inside.

"Xiao Liu!" Ning Huaijun shook her worriedly: "Speak up, don't scare me!"

Xiao Liu fell into his own world and didn't know anything.

"No, the flames are back!" Chunlan shouted.

Everyone raised their eyes and found that the fire that had just been repelled was rushing towards this side quickly.

"Quick, fast back!" Ning Huaijun pulled Xiao Liu back.

Xiao Liu just let him drag him along without responding.

"Xiao Liu!" Ning Huaijun yelled, and simply stepped back half-carrying and half-carrying.

Seeing the fire approaching again, it became more and more red and hotter, like a god of death, telling everyone, you should die, you should go.

"Miss, be careful!" Several maids held Xiao Liu in their arms, trying to exchange their flesh and blood for even a second of life.

"Bang... dong..."

The walls behind them began to tremble and roar.

The mute stood in front of the wall, watching vigilantly at the trembling wall that was about to fall down.

"Boom..."

Stones and soil splashed down, and an exit gradually appeared.

The mute kept waving his hands to sweep away the big stones and mud.

The moment Nangonghan appeared, his eyes were full of flames. He quickly found Xiaoliu who was being protected by the maids, and retreated while holding it with one hand.

Liu Feng held a maid in one hand: "Don't be dazed, run!" He ran forward quickly.

At the last moment, the mute carried Ning Huaijun and jumped into the underground river that was still flowing underground.

The fire covered the entire space in an instant, raging on the river surface, and even the icy water began to gradually boil.

In the water, Nangong Han looked at Xiao Liu's dull eyes, patted her cheek lightly, and found that her eyes couldn't move anymore.

Covering the body, the lips slowly met, approached gently, touched the soft lips, and breathed to her.

As if feeling a different temperature, Xiao Liu blinked.

Nangong Han stretched out his hand to cover her eyes, and led her to swim far away.

The moat outside the city.

Nangong Han popped his head up, supported Xiao Liu's head up, let her breathe, then kicked his feet hard, and flew ashore.

Put her on the shore, looked at Xiao Liu who had closed her eyes, and gently patted her face: "Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu..."

no response.

He began to press on her belly, breathing out for her.

"Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu wake up..."

"Cough cough... Puff..." Xiao Liu spat out a mouthful of water.

"It's good when I wake up, it's good when I wake up..." Nangong Han couldn't hide his smile, and hugged her in his arms, like a lost and found treasure.

"Wow... woo woo woo..." Xiao Liu began to cry loudly.

"What's the matter, Xiao Liu, tell me, is there something uncomfortable?" Nangong Han caressed her face anxiously.

"Hi... Uncle Emperor... woo woo... I... wow..." Xiao Liu could only cry loudly, clutching Nangong Han's lapel tightly with both hands.

Like a newborn baby, afraid of threats from the outside world, it wants to cuddle in the only safe embrace of its mother.

"It's okay, it's okay, Uncle Huang is here, I will protect Xiaoliu, good boy..." It's fine to cry, lest she keep holding back and it will cause trouble.

(End of this chapter)