Wen Jingrong turned around, and Jiang Meng Shuixin gently pulled into his arms, as if he was afraid that Meng Shuixin would run away: "It ate the bird that loved him with all his heart......"

Meng Shuixin didn't struggle in Wen Jingrong's arms, he could feel the coldness emanating from the young man's body when he said these words: "If it were you, what would you do?" ”

"What do you mean?" Although Meng Shuixin was held by this shocking young man, he didn't feel happy at all, but the hairs on his body stood up, and the whole person was in a state of extreme security.

Wen Jingrong didn't seem to see anything wrong with the girl at all, he looked at the scene in front of him, but the gentleness in his eyes was unpredictable, as if he saw a deep and long unknown place from this scene in front of him.

"If you knew you were going to be eaten, would you fly down?" Wen Jingrong asked this very softly, as if he was afraid that a louder voice would scare the girl in his arms.

Meng Shuixin didn't feel a little warmth from this boy who was usually gentle like water in the eyes of others at the moment, on the contrary, it was a kind of fear that could not be touched, a fear of the unknown that he would feel even if he lived for two lifetimes.

But I don't know why Meng Shuixin has a strange but familiar feeling lingering in her heart in the world of this desolate world, so that her mouth unconsciously said the answer: "Yes." ”

As soon as these words came out, Meng Shuixin himself was shocked, he frowned, and quickly hid his brows.

Wen Jingrong's strength in holding Meng Shuixin was a little stronger, and Meng Shuixin didn't resist because he didn't understand why he would say such an answer.

But Wen Jingrong hugged him tighter and tighter, until Meng Shuixin was a little out of breath, and he cursed in a low voice: "You are sick, Wen Jingrong, I can't breathe!" ”

Wen Jingrong let go of his hand and looked at Meng Shuixin, there was a flash of injury in his eyes, which made Meng Shuixin confused.

Wen Jingrong turned around, looked at the vast floating space, and said lightly: "You are really special~ I like to cook other people's food willingly whenever I want~"

Meng Shuixin raised his hand and put it down, he looked at Wen Jingrong's back and called softly: "Wen Jingrong, you ......."

Wen Jingrong turned around, there was a color in his eyes that Meng Shuixin couldn't understand, Meng Shuixin instinctively wanted to take a step forward, but he felt that something was wrong, and in the face of Wen Jingrong, he would always make Meng Shuixin appear in this state of powerlessness, feeling very familiar and wanting to get closer, but his body always stopped him intentionally or unintentionally, as if he had recognized the wrong person.

"How do we get out." Meng Shuixin finally stood in place and asked.

"Aren't you saving people?"

"Do you want me to save someone?" Meng Shuixin sneered, "I think Teacher Yi Nuan, they should be in the right place now, right?" ”

Wen Jingrong laughed, like a peony in March, delicate but gentle, he walked over and wanted to hold Meng Shuixin's hand, but the girl took a step back, and the boy's smile was still the same: "The girl is too smart to ......"

"What exactly are you bringing me here for?"

"Believe it or not, came here without intention."

Meng Shuixin still wanted to ask something, suddenly the sky shook, Meng Shuixin did not stand firm, planted on the ground, Meng Shuixin instinctively felt a danger coming, and was about to reach out in front of him to form a protective net, but he saw Wen Jingrong directly wrap himself, and then the sky changed color, and a thick dark blue cloud pressed down from the sky.

Immediately after that, countless sharp blades flew out of the clouds, and the wind struck towards Meng Shuixin and Wen Jingrong, Meng Shuixin could feel the strong evil power brought by those sharp blades, he wanted to break free from Wen Jingrong's arms, but he was tightly held in his arms by the boy.

Meng Shuixin could feel the powerful impact of the blades on each other, and he could also feel the instinctive muscle contraction from the body of the boy who was hugging him because of the impact.

"Wen Jingrong. You let go of me, there will definitely be no problem with the two of us together, you don't have to ......"

"Don't move." Wen Jingrong's voice was much quieter than Meng Shuixin's voice, but it seemed to be another inexplicable force that made Meng Shuixin stop talking, Meng Shuixin could hear the wind blowing in his ears constantly, and he could also hear the sharp blades swishing past him, I don't know how long it took until the layer of clouds in the sky left before the sharp blades around him disappeared.

"Wen Jingrong, are you okay?" Meng Shuixin gently pushed Wen Jingrong.

"Well, it's okay, rest for a while, let's find a way to get out." Wen Jingrong's voice was faint, and he couldn't hear the emotion.

Meng Shuixin withdrew from Wen Jingrong's embrace, only to find that his hands holding the boy were all stained with blood.

Meng Shuixin was stunned for a moment, in Meng Shuixin's world, Wen Jingrong was like an iron beaten, and he would never be injured, but whose blood was it?

"You're hurt." Meng Shuixin wanted to detour behind Wen Jingrong to see those wounds, but he was pressed by Wen Jingrong and did it in place.

Wen Jingrong took off his coat and tore it into strips, bandaged himself in place, and then said without even half a minute in his voice: "Minor injury." ”

Looking at Wen Jingrong's skillful bandaging technique, Meng Shuixin suddenly recalled that the last time he was CHEERS, Wen Jingrong was also so skilled in bandaging his wounds, at that time, Meng Shuixin also asked Wen Jingrong why the bandaging was so good, at that time Wen Jingrong replied to what, by the way, he said: "Long-term illness can be self-medicated." ”

What kind of long-term illness can achieve such skilled self-healing?

"I'll do it, you can't reach it later." Meng Shuixin said that he still stubbornly stood behind Wen Jingrong, although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, but he still made Meng Shuixin gasp a breath of cold air on Wen Jingrong's smooth back, staggered and crisscrossed with traces of sharp blades, and those blood stains stood on the ground along the boy's back like a work of art.

Meng Shuixin's heart suddenly ached, and he gently stroked the boy's back, as if he had been tortured, and felt the boy's body instinctively tremble.

Wen Jingrong quickly turned around, grabbed Meng Shuixin's hand and said, "Close your eyes." ”

It's not that Meng Shuixin hasn't seen bloody scenes, but Meng Shuixin can't accept such a flaw in such a perfect boy for a while, but Wen Jingrong's voice is like a soothing potion, and Meng Shuixin really closed his eyes obediently.

"Wen Jingrong, just now, we can actually be together, with the two of us, they ......"

"No matter how powerful we are, we can't do anything with them." Wen Jingrong said while bandaging himself while receiving Meng Shuixin's words.

"You can't dodge tornadoes, you can't dodge storms, because we can't change those natural things, and in this place, what we experience is also the natural scene here, and there is no way to change it." Wen Jingrong's voice got older and closer, until it landed in Meng Shuixin's ears.

Meng Shuixin suddenly opened his eyes and saw the boy's porcelain-like cheeks in front of him, perfect without flaws again and again, not close to reality.

Meng Shuixin suddenly hugged Wen Jingrong, pillowed his head on Wen Jingrong's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Wen Jingrong, when are you real and when are you fake?" ”

Wen Jingrong was only startled in a low voice and did not answer.

"I wouldn't believe even if it was a bitter ploy." Meng Shuixin said at Wen Jingrong's neck.

"I know." Wen Jingrong said clearly.

"Wen Jingrong, what is there about me that is worth your painstaking efforts, regardless of a qiē?"

"Something that's important to me."

And when Meng Shuixin wanted to open his mouth and continue to ask something, the whole space began to shake violently, and in the east of them, a dazzling light of white flowers shot over, making people unable to open their eyes, Wen Jingrong took Meng Shuixin's hand and stood up, and walked towards the light of the white flowers.

Meng Shuixin had doubts in his heart, but his doubts were not a white light, but a vision, when he and Wen Jingrong left, Meng Shuixin always felt that there was a gaze behind him that kept looking at his followers, making him feel like he was being watched.

Meng Shuixin turned around, but he only saw a piece of desolation and an increasingly blurred mirror image, but those eyes seemed to be hidden in the depths of the desert, as if they had been watching themselves.

Meng Shuixin wanted to turn around and look for it for a moment, but the temperature from her hand made her hesitate, was it an illusion?

Meng Shuixin followed Wen Jingrong and walked along the beam, and when the beam disappeared, they had already reached the top of the mountain, and the qiē behind them had disappeared as if they had never existed.

"Meng Shuixin, you have nothing to do, right?" Chen Tian's voice attracted Meng Shuixin from the illusion just now.

Meng Shuixin found out that on the flat ground on the top of the mountain, all the classmates were lying down, they were still in a coma, and Chen Tian waved his hand in front of him.

Next to it was Yi Nuan, who looked at Meng Shuixin, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his long hair was slightly messy in the wind.

"You saved us?" Meng Shuixin looked at Yi Nuan and said.

"It seems that the gap in the Yin Ghost Divine Domain has become bigger and bigger, and the sinkhole has begun to move." Yi Nuan said, "But I'm curious, where did you fall in?" ”

Meng Shuixin and Wen Jingrong looked at each other and said, "We don't know that place, you ......"

"Phantom Cave." Yi Nuan said unhurriedly.

"Phantom Cave?"

"Meng Shuixin, I'm there, I've seen my mother......" Chen Tian said as he looked at the place of the sinkhole that had disappeared.