"Ah......" Qibao, who was lying in the corner and 'whirring' asleep, was thrown out of the dungeon by Mo Junxie's fingers and stuck heavily on the wall of the dungeon.

Then slide down to the ground in a straight line.

Several guards who heard such a desolate cry hurriedly opened the iron door of the dungeon and walked around the small dungeon where Ye Zhifang lived.

stared at Ye Zhimad lying on the wooden bed with burning eyes.

When they looked at Ye Zhimad, where could they still see Mo Junxie holding her.

The guards all thought that Ye Zhilun was having a nightmare and let out an exclamation.

Several of the guards looked at each other.

A few words: "What the hell is that waste, it's so dishonest to sleep." ”

"Oh, the dying person, you still don't let her scream."

"It's a pity, people look pretty good, but their hearts are too vicious."

"Brother, you don't know the most poisonous woman's heart......

A few people, you and I walked out of this group of dungeon.

Ye Zhifang slowly opened his eyes, and his black eyes flashed with a cold light.

The hand around her waist held her tight.

His breathing came from his ears: "I'll find you something to eat." ”

As soon as the words fell, she felt empty around her.

She grabbed his big palm with her backhand and looked up at the man who had already gotten up: "No. ”

"I don't want to go." His eyes fell on the small hand she had clenched her, and her hand was so white that he could see the cyan veins on the back of his hand.

The long, slender fingers were clutching at him like that.

It's like grasping a life-saving straw, and it's very tight.

After he finished speaking, Ye Zhimad also let go of him in an instant, and then lay back in his original position.

Mo Junxie's whole body was covered up, and his slender fingers scraped on her fair face: "Don't worry, soon." ”

With a short sentence, Mo Junxie got up.

The entity's white figure pierced the wall in a glow of white light.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared in front of her eyes.

She closed her eyes and waited for him to come back with peace of mind.

Dandan, tired of playing, jumped into her arms.

Ye Zhimad hugged it and slept with it.

When Mo Junxie came back, she had already fallen asleep.

He sat beside her, his eyes down, looking at her.

Her curved willow eyebrows were frowning as she slept, and her breathing seemed rapid and unsteady.

He reached out and put her head in the crook of his arm.

but woke her up.

But she just squinted, and when she saw that it was him, she quickly closed her eyes again.

Seeing this, the corners of Mo Jun's lips were slightly hooked, and it was so good to be trusted.

His head rested gently on her chest, listening to her heartbeat, but gradually felt his eyelids grow heavier.

set up an enchantment first, and in her small arms, she fell asleep contentedly......

*

At midnight.

The damp dungeon is lit only by a few torches.

Every long interval is a long section before you can see the next oil lamp hanging on the side.

The lights flickered, like a ghost fire in the mountains, and the dark background inevitably made people feel gloomy.

Ye Zhimad walked with Mo Junxie, his pace was light and fast.

Shippo shivered on Ye Zhimad's shoulder.

Dandan, however, spewed flames from time to time in Ye Zhimad's arms, illuminating the road ahead.

"How big this dungeon is, it seems like we've been walking for half an hour, it doesn't feel like a dungeon, it looks like an ancient tomb."

Ye Zhifang frowned and said.