Chapter Seventy-Three: It's Still a Step Late
Got the search for the spirit fruit, his brows finally relaxed, there was a commotion outside the house, he secretly screamed that it was not good, his whereabouts were discovered, he turned his head and glanced at the window, and the fireworks instantly shone into the dark environment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć Info looked around worriedly, the woman seemed to be gone, and she couldn't feel any of her breath.
He took one last look in annoyance, ran to the window behind him, jumped out of the window, fell heavily to the ground, rolled straight to the ground, and after standing firmly, he patted his chest, the thing in his arms was still there, and ran away without a moment's delay.
When he turned the corner, he was discovered by the people of the underworld, holding a fire candle and chasing the search ahead.
The pain in his right hand had long been numb, and the blood was still flowing down, and he rushed out of the predicament all the way to the road where the woman was.
With a broken body, a body of pain, only to see that there was no one there on that face, and when he turned to leave, the woman left her last breath and said a word, and then she was already dead.
When the ambulance came, it only carried the person away, leaving a pool of bright red and dazzling blood on it.
He staggered to his knees, hung his head, closed his eyes tightly to prevent the tears from falling, and slammed his hands into fists unwillingly on the ground, and he complained to himself in his heart why he ignored her, why he didn't save her, why he came so late.
A cold wind stabbed his body, but he didn't feel any cold, a black mist slowly approached him, and the bright red blood turned into a black mist that hit him directly, he didn't find a trace of danger, he knelt there in a daze, took out the spirit fruit he held tightly from the broken sleeve, saw that it seemed to laugh at his cowardice, and screamed, wanting to throw it out of his sight.
However, a pair of white hands gently pressed his hands that were about to throw things, and a cold touch came from his fingertips and entered the bottom of his heart, it was so cold that he wanted to retract his hand, but his eyes followed her hand and looked into the other's eyes.
Eyes like a clear spring, clear and bright, just a glance at her, will make people take a picture, ashamed of the shape, look forward to it, her light eyes like water with a cold and proud elegant temperament, never seen someone with cherry pink pupils, unique eyes.
"This is what you worked hard for, isn't it a pity to throw it away?" Ling Kite gently put the spirit fruit in his palm, and pulled his fingertips with both hands to place him on the spirit fruit.
Under the reflection of the sunset, the smile on the corner of her mouth was full of brilliance, and a girl in white looked at the embarrassed young man in front of her with a smile, with a hint of smile in her eyes, indescribably ethereal and beautiful.
She was not annoyed when she saw the young man's stunned appearance, her eyes turned to look at the right hand that had been blackened to the bone, from the shoulder to the tip of the hand, it was already blue and black, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she said, "If you don't treat this hand, I'm afraid it will be wasted." ā
He finally had a hint of emotion, glanced at his right hand casually, and said contemptuously at the corner of his mouth, "If it's scrapped, it's scrapped, I'm already a scrap anyway, and it makes no difference whether I have it or not." ā
"Do you want to save her?" Ling Kite stood up and walked to the bloodstained spot, she fluttered, her body was light, her eyes stared at him attentively, and she asked seriously.
He lowered his head and smiled unscoffingly when he saw the spirit fruit in his hand, and the color of ridicule was all over his eyes.
Ling Kite still smiled faintly, slowly pacing in front of him, she leaned alone in the glow, her face was as crystal as jade, her face was deep and meaningful, she spoke like beads, her voice was soft and crisp, but Xun heard her sorrowful color.
"Still, do you want to save yourself?"
He looked up at her in shock, puzzled as to why she had said such an inexplicable remark. At that time, he didn't know that he was cursed, and the black qi on his body was temporarily suppressed by her when she appeared just now, if he was a step late, he probably wouldn't be sitting here completely now, but would be pulled into the darkness and never show such a look again.
She silently stretched out a hand, and he saw a black streak on his white arm, and it disappeared for a moment.
Ling Kite caress his finger to his left eye carelessly, the coolness stimulates his skin again, he only now realizes that the person in front of him does not seem to have any temperature, and just before he couldn't feel the aura on her body at all, but now that his finger is close, he finally senses her aura.
In the next second, her thin lips opened lightly, "You are about to face a life and death, now, you have two choices, one is to give your life to me, and I will help you save the person you want to save, and the other is to kill me and get everything you want, including the person you want to save and... ā
A cold tone came out of her mouth, and she looked at him indifferently without a trace of emotion, but her hand was still tightly caressed over her left eye, and she would snatch her left eye at any time as he made his choice.
He knew that she was gambling, betting on which one she would choose, and if she made the wrong choice, no matter what, she would kill herself.
He didn't have a way out at all, he showed a bitter smile, but his face was as calm as water, he didn't make a trace of waves for her words, he already had the answer in his heart, as for why the woman in front of him suddenly changed her eyes, he was also not interested in knowing.
When she took the spirit fruit before, she helped him, whether it was for a purpose or not, she already knew that the woman in front of her would not help him easily, and naturally she would not let him go easily.
"What if I don't!" he smiled wickedly, looking straight at her.
"You have to choose!" Ling Yuan said with a smile, her fair face was beautiful, but she was innocent and brilliant at this time, but she pressed her finger against his left eye, and her movements were clean and neat with murderous intent.
Xun saw her fingertips approaching a few points, her brows were tightly locked, one eye was still threatened, squinting at the woman in front of her, such a woman who doesn't eat fireworks actually has another face, is this her true face
But judging from what she said, it didn't look like it, or it was done on purpose.
"I give you my life. He said firmly, "However, it is not her who I want to save, but her daughter!"
What he was thinking about in his heart was one of the woman's words, "Save my daughter!" For the girl who had never seen a plain face, he had a complicated feeling in his heart, perhaps because of the guilt of that woman, and he hoped that her child would be well!
"Okay, I promise you. Ling Kite showed a sincere smile, "I exchanged a tear of mine with you, and from then on there was a bond between you and me, you are me, I am you!"
As soon as the afterglow was reflected, the clear and elegant cheeks were like smoke and light, a tear slowly fell from his left eye, a drop of crystal hung in the air, and she gently brushed the soul crystal tears into his left eye with her fingertips.
"Remember, my name is Ling Kite!" (To be continued.) )