Sweetheart was dripping with sweat on her forehead, and her arm was about to break off, but she didn't say a word, and her hand was tightly gripping Qinglang and not letting go.

Intuition told her that Qinglang should still be pulling someone, who is that person? Is it He Jiaming?

This name crossed her mind like electricity, and she remembered that she had completely forgotten Brother Jiaming, it was she who dragged Brother Jiaming into troubled waters, and it was she who caused Brother Jiaming's life to hang by a thread, she really wanted to say sorry, but she couldn't open her mouth at all now, she was afraid that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would lose the strength to catch Qinglang and Brother Jiaming in her hands.

Gao Lian and they were in a hurry to turn around, the hole was too small, so small that it really only allowed one arm of sister-in-law to pass through, they were glad that the sister-in-law insisted on reaching in to pull the captain, she may just want to give the captain a little comfort, but I didn't expect that it was this comfort that made them grasp the only life-saving straw.

But the difficulty is that they can't enlarge the hole, they have already tied ropes to their sister-in-law, but they can't clean this stone wall, if one of them is careless during the cleaning process, the falling gravel hits the heads of the two people below, then they will definitely let go, then everything is over.

As if seeing through their worries, Situ Qinglang reminded: "Jiaming, grab my legs, Gao Lian, let people quickly clean up the stones!"

"But Captain, if there is a stone—"

"Do as I say!" Situ Qinglang commanded coldly, seeing that He Jiaming finally hugged his calf with great difficulty, he hurriedly covered his head with one hand, and shouted: "Clean it up quickly!

The weight of the two adult men was all concentrated on Sweetheart's slender arm, thinking about how much pain he would have, Situ Qinglang looked up at the thin arm, the white skin rubbed against the stones, red as if it was about to drip blood, his eyes were also red, and he whispered: "Sweetheart, I love you." ”

"I ...... too" Sweetheart bit her lip, her lips were bitten by her, her tears dripped uncontrollably, her arm hurt so much, it hurt as if it was about to break, such a small hole, she couldn't even change a hand, the hand that was holding Qinglang began to become numb, and it became as painful as thousands of steel needles, she was afraid that she would let go if she didn't pay attention.

"Smack-"

A drop of liquid fell on He Jiaming's face, and then another drop, the warm liquid made He Jiaming's heart sink, he struggled to raise the arm that was about to be scrapped and touched it, leaned next to his nose and sniffed, it was blood.

"Whose blood?" he asked quietly.

Situ Qinglang looked at the hand in front of him fixedly, blood was already all over the arm, the stone was too sharp, wearing down the soft skin of sweetheart, and the blood flowed down her arm and dripped onto the two of them.

He Jiaming's heart tightened, and he was just about to say something, when he heard his sweetheart grit his teeth and say, "Brother Jiaming, I know that you are - I- I won't let go - believe me!"

He Jiaming raised his head in disbelief, and the blood dripped more densely.

Situ Qinglang's face was also pale, he was really afraid that Sweetheart's arm would break here, but Sweetheart didn't even cry out in pain, and he didn't let go.

He Jiaming's heart hurt to death, his sweetheart was hurt, he seemed to empathize, he gritted his teeth, and watched the gravel on it continue to fall, smashing on Qinglang's arm, and on his head, he didn't say a word.

At that moment, he suddenly felt very relieved, he loved the woman called Sweetheart, and he hated the man called Qinglang, but at this moment, he didn't want to make them more miserable.

He's got a funny hard hat on his head, and he's got a cover, and if his hand hadn't hurt, he'd be able to hold the cave wall now, and maybe he'd be able to make his sweetheart suffer a little less.

He endured severe pain and untied the hard hat on his head, and suddenly he was hit by a stone the size of an egg that happened to fall.

"What are you doing!" Situ Qinglang noticed He Jiaming's abnormality, and he was hanging the hard hat on his feet.

"Me?" He Jiaming curled the corners of his lips, "I don't want to see you two here, I'll go first." ”

"Are you crazy, you will fall to your death if you fall from here! You don't want to do this kind of thing that makes the two of us have nightmares! I don't want Sweetheart to live in guilt for the rest of my life!" Situ Qinglang said coldly, he regretted that he couldn't hold He Jiaming with his hand, he also knew that Sweetheart was in pain now, he knew that he was very selfish, but he didn't want to lose this Fa Xiao, this brother.

"I'm tired. You're the one who should live. He Jiaming paused, tears suddenly rolled down from his eyes, he raised his head, and looked at the blood-stained arm in a daze.

It's time to let go, he closes his eyes, lets go of his hands, and instantly there is a whirring wind in his ears, and he feels as if he is flying.

"He Jiaming!" Situ Qinglang's eyes were red and he shouted loudly.

He Jiaming smiled contentedly and said softly: "Moreover, I have always wanted to sleep with your wife." I'm sorry, bro. ”