Wei Liang was seriously injured, crumbling, and after holding on for a while, he collapsed with a bang. He thought he would touch solid ground, but he didn't expect to lie in his soft arms.

Tintin had already limped over and hugged him from behind. Her strength was very small, and Wei Liang was also very heavy, so she just held on a little, and both of them fell to the ground.

"Wei Liang, Wei Liang!" She called out over and over again, slapping his body constantly, but the other party did not respond. She felt bad, Wei Liang was covered in blood, both his own and his opponent's, it looked scary, and Ding Ding felt that he was about to die.

Looking at Wei Liang's scarred body, she couldn't breathe from crying.

The brave and resourceful man, his own protector, slept quietly, motionless, lifeless, something heavier than the gray night sky.

"Wei Liang, wake up!"

"Don't leave me alone."

She cried out over and over again, sad and helpless, looking desolate.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. The sound of the fight just now was not small, and it naturally attracted other people.

Another guy came out of the shadows, wearing a cap and carrying a large wooden stick, approaching silently. In fact, he had already arrived, had been sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, and now decided to attack after he was sure that there was no danger. If it were a fair duel, he would not be Wei Liang's opponent, let alone the opponent of the martial arts man, but the timing of his appearance was too good, and if nothing else, he would be the biggest winner.

Tintin found him, she had been cowardly, but now she was full of anger and was not afraid at all. Because she has her own mission, which is to protect Wei Liang. Since coming to the Scarlet Tower, she has been protected by Wei Liang, and now that man is at his weakest point, Tintin will never allow anyone to harm him, and will not hesitate to defend it with his life.

The cap is a taciturn person, too lazy to talk nonsense, without any prelude, and just starts with it.

Tintin is like a little beast guarding his mother's corpse, fighting with all his might. She was powerless, and she had been injured in the leg before, so she was no match for the cap at all, only the part of being beaten.

The two sticks of the cap knocked her out, and he hoped that the man would not die, so that it would be two lives, a full thousand scarlet coins.

He stretched out his hand, ready to probe Wei Liang's snort.

The hand reached into the air and was grabbed by the girl.

Tintin relied on a force of faith to barely pull himself together, and with all his might, he grabbed his shirt to prevent this despicable man from succeeding.

So the cap struck her again.

The red blood flowed down, and Tintin screamed in pain, feeling that the swollen bag on her head was as infinitely extended as Pinocchio's nose, and countless small golden dots of light appeared in her eyes, and she actually had a strange idea - it turned out that the "eyes with gold stars" written in the novel were true.

She fainted again, but her hands were still clutching the cap, which was from the persistence in her bones.

It took a great deal of effort for the cap to break her hands open, and he cursed, I really wanted to cut off these hateful hands, if there was a knife.

At this time, Wei Liang opened his eyes. Quickly got up, stabbed him with a knife, and after completing this all-breath action, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he was unable to lie down.

Cap's eyes widened, and he looked down to see his bleeding chest, his facial features gradually distorted together. He never expected that things would develop to this point, and he was actually yin.

"Right in the heart." Wei Liang smiled with satisfaction and made an indiscretable sound.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cap fell.

Wei Liang did have a short period of dizziness, but he had already woken up, the enemy was at present, and he deliberately pretended to be dead in desperation, and now he was seriously injured, and Ding Ding was so weak, only after the opponent was paralyzed and careless could he have a chance to win. Luckily, he succeeded, but also at a terrible price.

"Tintin?"

He called faintly.

The girl did not respond.

He stretched out his hand and put it to the girl's mouth, felt the faint airflow, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself, "It's good that I'm not dead." ”

He knew it was dangerous, because there was so much commotion that someone might come later, so the wisest thing to do was to find a place to hide. But he was really powerless, his whole body was sour and numb, and some parts were simply unconscious, as if they had fallen apart. Ding Ding's situation is even less optimistic, that poor girl has not practiced the Iron Head Gong, and it is already a miracle that she is not dead now, what else can she expect to do again?

Let it be, it's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, calculate the time, the game is almost over, just hold on for a little longer.

Because of excessive blood loss, he felt very sleepy, and that feeling was like soaking in an Internet café for three days and three nights, his eyes couldn't be opened, and the qiē around him was like an illusory dream. But he knows that he can't sleep, and countless novels or movies and television works are implying that we will never wake up again when we sleep. Wei Liang didn't know if it was right or not, but he knew that once he fell asleep and faced the danger from the outside, he would no longer have the strength to resist, and he could only stretch his neck and let others slaughter him, of course he didn't want that, so he could only try to stay awake.

He said to himself that he should think about happy things. But after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find anything particularly happy. He said to himself again, think about angry things, but after thinking about it for a long time, he can't think of anything particularly angry. He smiled helplessly, and suddenly had a good idea, and said to Ding Ding, who was unconscious on the side, "Do you want to listen to the song?" ”

Tintin naturally did not respond.

"Just as you are acquiescing."

So he leaned into Tintin's ear and whispered, he sang very well, with a great timbre and accurate tune, but he did not dare to sing too loudly, for fear of attracting other people.

Singing and singing, he was less sleepy.

Unfortunately, there is another person. This was a thin boy, and he walked in front of Wei Liang step by step with a steady step.

Wei Liang raised his head with difficulty, glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "Guo Xiaoling? ”

The boy's face was expressionless: "You recognize the wrong person." ”

"That's right, you're not him." Wei Liang asked, "Are you going to kill me?" ”

The boy snatched the knife from Wei Liang's hand and said to himself, "If I had such a sharp weapon, I should have been able to kill a few more people." ”

Wei Liang smiled helplessly, it's a pity that he couldn't survive it. He said, "Kill me, can you let her go?" Speaking of which, you still have some roots. ”

The boy suddenly said something that was clueless: "The game is almost over." ”

"So what?"

"You were singing?"

"Yes."

"I'll give you time for a song." The boy sat beside Wei Liang with an indifferent expression.

"Thank you." Wei Liang understood what he meant, and chanted softly.

Time flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye, most of a song has been sung. The boy's expression was still calm, and he did not have the slightest impatience.

Wei Liang was also very calm, and continued to chant softly-

In the time that flies

Some dreams are not waking up yet

I want to be in my lifetime

Embracing the sunset and the girl

In the arms

Enjoy this tenderness

The boy raised his eyelids and asked, "Finished singing?" ”

Wei Liang sighed lightly and said, "I'm done singing." ”

"It's a shame that I waited for the time of a song, but the game isn't over, so I'm going to do it."

"yes, that's a pity, I don't want to die right now."

"That's what everybody thinks when they're dying."

"We have no grievances, you killed me for Scarlet Coins, right?"

"That's right."

"I can give you double the Crimson coins, if you let me go."

"This game can't be traded, I tried."

"I can give it to you later."

"Why should I trust you?"

"We used to be friends."

"I don't remember having a friend like you."

"Then why did you hesitate just now? You could have killed me directly, but you waited for the time of a song. ”

"Maybe I just want to listen to the song."

The boy aimed the tip of his knife at Wei Liang's heart. This ordinary knife had killed many people, and now Wei Liang was going to taste that for himself. He was not afraid at all, as if he looked at this qiē from the perspective of a bystander, but he was a little regretful, he really wanted to climb the tenth floor of the Crimson Tower and see the scenery there, but unfortunately he didn't have the chance.

Finally, he asked, "Will Tintin die?" ”

The boy was silent for a moment, then said, "No." ”

Wei Liang was much more relaxed and said, "That's good." ”

At this time, Taling's indifferent voice came: "The game is over. ”

The boy got up, without much regret, and said, "At the last second, the game is over, you are so lucky." ”

The scene changes, towering trees, colorful flowers, and flying elves are all scattered in the wind like a mirage. The milky white light shone down, warm, like the holy light sprinkled by angels. Bathed in this light, Wei Liang's wounds healed quickly, and he recovered in a short time.

Tintin also woke up leisurely.

Two lucky people, once again, survived a game of death.