Simon Longting strode forward again.

When Jing Jiaren tried to block the way again, she ordered in a cold voice: "Stop her." ”

Wilson had no choice but to stop Jing Jiaren: "Miss Jing, you can stay." ”

"Wilson, tell me......," Jing Jiaren asked in a broken heart, "is something wrong with him?" It's too abnormal, Ximen Longting won't be like this......"

Wilson's eyes sank: "Miss Jing, let the young master be quiet." ”

Said the same thing last night, be quiet.

"You asked me to pick him up at the time, I should have go......" Jing Jiaren grabbed Wilson's sleeve like a life-saving straw, "Is it that what happened at that time?" ”

Wilson stopped talking.

"I should have go!"

"Miss Jing......"

The footsteps of Simon Longting striding away echoed infinitely in the empty corridor.

"Wilson, don't go, I'm qualified to know the truth!"

Wilson looked at the young master who was walking away and whispered, "Doesn't Miss Jing have my mobile phone number?" ”

"Hmmm......"

"If there is any mutation, I will contact you again, please keep it open at all times." Wilson was embarrassed and said, "You can stay today, it seems that the young master has made up his mind." ”

Jing Jiaren bit her lip: "Then the mobile phone contact." ”

"Miss Jing take care of yourself, zaijian." Wilson let go of her, took two steps back, and saluted.

The space is surprisingly stiff.

Jing Jiaren's pupils were filled with a black sadness, watching Wilson chase in the direction that Simon Longting had left.

It was as if she had drowned in the deep sea, and her whole body was suffocating in pain.

Her head was dizzy from lack of oxygen, and she intuitively felt that she was about to lose her footing, so she slowly squatted down against the edge of the door.

At the same time, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

A passing nurse found her shortly after.

"Miss, Miss, are you alright......"

"Someone, someone's fainted!"

Jing Jiaren was confused, but she seemed to be able to hear all the movements.

The sound of the sun shining on the ground, the sound of the breeze stirring the curtains......

It was as if I had heard the sound of the waves one after another.

She seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers again, and a large white camellia appeared in front of her.

Jing Jiaren opened her eyes slightly, a burst of sunlight came over, like a dreamlike halo, and she slept on a 3-meter-wide bed in the island......

It's like going back in time, or it's a dream of Nanke.

She stretched out her fingers to block the sun.

Seeing the open sliding door, a figure leaned against the railing with its back to her.

Was it a dream, or was it her fantasy?

"Simon Longting, is that you?"

Jing Jiaren's heart tugged up, beating in her heart.

She almost immediately got up and got out of bed, trying to walk in front of him, but the time and space instantly zoomed away......

The closer Jing Jiaren approached him, the farther it became.

A long staircase led to the sea, and Simon Longting walked towards it.

Above the sea stood the temple of hell that burned like fire.

"Simon Longting, don't go ......"

Jing Jiaren's pace accelerated, faster and faster.

The road beneath her feet was overgrown with thorns, stabbing her every step fiercely.

"Simon Longting, I was wrong, it was my fault......"

She ran and fell, drenched in blood and exhausted, but she didn't dare to stop for a second.

"Simon Dragon's .................."

Calling his name aloud, he walked towards the city of hell as if he couldn't hear him.

The white camellia was dyed red like blood, and the sky withered......

The sea became a mountain of skeletons.