Jing Jiaren gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and put Ximen Longting on her shoulder again.

This time, I didn't pull his two long legs, and dragged him upstairs directly.

After taking two or three steps, she stopped to catch her breath.

And the chef stood behind him to protect the young master's back......

Sweat dripped down her hair, and her back was covered with sweat, and the sweat soaked the wound, and it hurt.

Her lower lip was bitten and a little blood spread......

Having never carried something so heavy was like carrying a huge mountain on your shoulders.

Ten minutes later, she half-dragged and half-carried her to the middle of the stairs, and her body was dizzy and about to fall backwards, but fortunately the cook helped them in time.

Jing Jiaren's whole person was prostrated and weak.

"Do you want to kill me?" Simon Longting's cruel voice sounded, "You'd rather fall to death than leave, wouldn't you?" ”

Jing Jiaren gasped.

But all he could smell was the smell of the sea breeze he carried......

The sand on his body rubbed against him, and he had the salty taste of seawater, as bitter as tears.

I really wanted to just leave like this, so the two of them rolled down together, and they were dead.

As long as you are with him, you will not be alone when you die.

Jing Jiaren smiled weirdly, but unfortunately, she still has so many unfinished things, she can't die. She died, Leng Lintian was angry, and how many innocent people suffered.

weishenme she has to bear such a heavy fate.

Half-hour.

Jing Jiaren carried Ximen Longting upstairs, and she breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as if she was finally relieved.

"We're ......"

“……”

"I've carried you upstairs."

“……”

"Simon Longting, I owe you, did I pay it back to you?"

The weight on his shoulders suddenly disappeared, and Simon Longting let go of her, not to mention how hard he worked along the way, grinding the sand and dripping with water all over his body uncomfortably. Her feet were still being dragged by her on the stairs and bumping into them.

"Is this going to be given to me?" He laughed coldly, "You haven't carried me to the room yet." ”

Jing Jiaren's whole body strength has been exhausted.

It had used all his strength to carry him upstairs......

"This time, no one is allowed to help!" His gloomy voice was addressed to the cook and the servant.

Under his cruel gaze, they had to stand far away.

Jing Jiaren took a breath and carried him on his back.

Simon Longting's legs also propped up, and he no longer wanted to be hung on the ground and dragged by her, so that the weight of his whole body was pressed over.

Jing Jiaren's body was planted and fell heavily on the ground.

Similarly, Simon Longting did not feel better, and fell heavily to the ground with her.

His body weighed down on her at all.

She wanted to lie down like this, die, but looking at the ceiling, the image of Leng Aofeng standing on a branch and being attacked by wolves appeared.

She snorted hot breath and propped herself up.

As soon as his hands supported the ground and supported half of his upper body, he was crushed by the weight of Ximen Longting......

Jing Jiaren felt like a warrior crawling forward in the mud.

Ximen Longting's eyes are like fire!

This dead woman couldn't stand up, so she actually carried him and crawled!

She crawled forward!!

The great sorrow that welled up in his veins, the pain in his heart as if it had been twisted into pieces by a winch machine—it was all for himself!

He was so angry that he bit Jing Jiaren's shoulder, and the anger that had nowhere to vent was so blocked that he was depressed, and he was about to vomit blood in anger!