Ling Luo's thoughts suddenly became chaotic like paste, the more she tried to figure out all this, the more she had a splitting headache, as if something important in her brain had been torn apart, plus she didn't rest last night, and her body was weak for a while, Ling Luo fainted straight upright.

Mo Lan Jiuye's body was as fast as lightning to catch Ling Luo's soft fallen body, a burst of panic flashed in her inky eyes, but the next second she felt her heartbeat, and Mo Lan Jiuye's expression could be regarded as stable again.

Mo Lan Jiuye picked up Ling Luo horizontally and walked towards his dormitory, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the thin girl who was sleeping in a pile of corpses, Xiao Meng, remembering Ling Luo's nervousness and protection of her, and then she was very interested and ordered the gray-clothed man, "Qian, take her back too." ”

The indifferent man named Qian immediately nodded, and with one of his arms, he carried Xiaomeng on his shoulder, and walked closely behind Mo Lan Jiuye.

"Snow, I like you so much, we want to be together forever."

Who? Who's talking?

Ling Luo's consciousness came to his senses, but he found that he was in a dark place, his body couldn't move, he couldn't see anything, he could only hear the sound coming from out of nowhere.

Ling Luo seemed to be floating in a sea of memories, and his ears were full of strange words, but from the sound it sounded as if they all belonged to the same person.

"Snow, did you betray me? I will use the most cruel means to make your life worse than death! ”

The joy faded and was replaced by a strong hatred, a voice mixed with anger and sadness, so desperate that it sounded as if one could empathize.

But this voice...... Ling Luo always felt as if she had heard it somewhere, but it was too unclear, and she couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Snow, don't leave me!" That hoarse cry, the vocal cords have been torn, but they are still shouting, hoarse with indelible sadness and pain.

Snow? Ling Luo's mind was a little clearer, since she came here, it seemed that there was only one person who called her "Xue", and this person was Mo Lan Jiuye who had been chasing her. Could it be that these words were all said by Mo Lan Jiuye to Zhong Luoxue?

Ling Luo was about to listen more closely, but she felt as if her mind was imprisoned in a cage, and the more she tried to break through the restraints, the more she knocked herself all over her body, and she almost wanted to die with a headache.

But Ling Luo couldn't move or make a sound, and there was nowhere to vent her pain, only cold sweat on her forehead silently telling her pain.

And just when she was in so much pain that she thought she was about to die, she suddenly felt a stream of heat from her heart, swimming along the meridians and all over her body, and the abrasive headache finally subsided.

Finally freed from the pain, Ling Luo found that she was finally able to open her eyes, and as soon as she saw the light, she found that she was no longer in the outer courtyard, but lying on a comfortable and soft bed, and Mo Lan Jiuye, dressed in black, was sitting beside her.

But these are not the point, the point is that Mo Lan Jiuye's hand is actually resting on the softness of her chest!

Ling Luo sat up in shock, pushed his arm away, slapped him, hugged his chest and shouted, "**Ah! ”