Chapter 369
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She smiled and waved her hand, closing her eyes.
She thought that this kind of farewell seemed to be free and easy. It was a pity that she had been wearing men's clothing for the past few days to make it easier to investigate the case. She had died so many times, but this was the first time she fell to her death. Would she fall into a meat patty and be extremely ugly? However, Xiahou Qing couldn't see her anyway, so it didn't matter if she was ugly.
Thinking like this, she became happy again. Hee hee, it was pretty good, pretty good.
Father, mother, and little Ji 'er, she would leave them to Xiahou Qing. He should be able to protect them very well, definitely better than her.
Just as she was about to soar into the sky, a rope suddenly flew down from above and bound her waist.
Jiu Si Tian Wen shouted in shock, "Heir!"
Ning Shu suddenly opened her eyes, her jet-black pupils clearly reflecting that moonlight white wind, that cold and arrogant figure, his wide sleeves carrying the wind as he walked towards her like a deity, the black brocade in front of his eyes being swept away by the wind. His jade-white face came closer and closer to her, until he pulled her into his arms.
There was another earthquake, and the crack above closed again. Jiu Si and the others used their weapons to pry open the crack, but in the end, their swords broke and their knives cracked. They knelt on the ground.
Drip, drip.
There was the sound of something sticky dripping on the ground.
After fainting for an unknown period of time, Ning Shu woke up from the darkness. Her whole body was cold, and only the soft warmth below her allowed her to find a little support in this bone-chilling cold. She instinctively moved closer to that precious warmth, sticking closer to it. In the next moment, she woke up and immediately flipped over, opening her eyes wide.
Borrowing a ray of light from the crack in the stone, Ning Shu looked at the strangely quiet Xiahou Qing below her. She trembled as she reached out a finger to check his breathing. She then leaned down to listen to his weak heartbeat. Ripples appeared in her eyes.
"Xiahou Qing, are you sick? Do you know that you have been hit by the Kiss of the Plum Blossom and some unknown poisonous smoke? You could die at any time? Why did you jump down? You lunatic, I don't need you to be a hero. Do you hear me? I don't appreciate it at all! " Her mouth said the most heartless words, but the transparent and boiling liquid rolled down from her eyes and merged with the small pool of blood that had accumulated under his body.
Even in the face of death, she had never been so flustered before. But now, she was flustered. She was so flustered that she was scared to death. Frantically, she tore open his clothes and examined his injuries. She found two wounds, one on his right shoulder blade and the other on his palm.
When he was falling with her in his arms, he must have first used his hands to support himself and then used his shoulder blades to resist the rest of the fall. She didn't know how high they were from the ground, but it was enough to shatter his palm and shatter his shoulder bone. The bright red color that was constantly gushing out of his body made his skin pale. It was a ghastly sight.
She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face and looked left and right. In this unfamiliar underground darkness, she could not hope to find any medicine that could stop the bleeding. She knelt on the ground and carefully searched for a long time before she found a few withered hay. She took out a match and lit the hay on fire.
In order to prevent the dried grass from falling to the ground, she quickly reached out to hold the ashes of the dried grass in her hands. She let the last bit of ash clean her palm.
She could no longer feel the burning pain. She didn't have time to care if her palm was burned or not. She grabbed the precious ash and carefully applied it to his wounds. Then she turned around to take off her outer robe and tore a clean cloth from her inner robe to wrap his wounds.
After doing all of this, she half dragged and half carried the unconscious Xiahou Qing to a clean large rock. Feeling his breathing become a bit weaker, the fear in her heart once again raged.
In front of her, this person had always been proud, strong, and omnipotent. Even when he was poisoned and couldn't smell or see, he had never lowered his proud head. She never thought that he would have a time when he was this weak.
Tears once again filled her eyes. She forcefully bit her lower lip and held this person in her arms. She kept rubbing his body, his limbs, trying to get rid of the paleness on his lips and the coldness on his body. However, it seemed to be in vain.
She fiercely said, "Us women are the most heartless. Once a lover dies, we can turn around and find a new one. You better wake up soon, otherwise I won't care about you. Do you hear me? "
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