Chapter Ninety-Three: Life Hangs by a Thread

The black hair had been burned to pieces, the jet-black clothes were in tatters, and the blood quickly surged out of the clothes, spreading out from behind Xiahou Mobing.

A smell of smoke with ruined skin came out, gradually permeating the space.

Leaning on the ground, he was disheveled, but his face was still high, still proud, and there was still no superfluous expression.

The teeth bit deep into the lower lip, and the blood was dripping, but he didn't say a word, not a word.

Murong Xue didn't know how much it hurt to burn the magma on her body, but she could understand it and imagine it.

"Why are you so stupid!" A low voice spit out, Murong Xue looked at Xiahou Mobing who fell to the ground, and said in a low voice while bending down to pick up Xiahou Mobing.

Xiahou Mobing, who swept at a glance and didn't dare to make a sound of pain, swept deeply at Murong Xue with a glance, and saw that she was safe and sound, then he was relieved, and his eyes slowly closed.

Murong Xue's eyes were full of trembling, unspeakable distress, this person .......

Didn't speak, but this glance had already said too much.

Murong Xue looked at Xiahou Mobing and understood that what she said was superfluous.

Since she is the person he identifies, then even if he does his best, he will definitely protect her.

It's just because they're all the same people.

The heart moved slightly, how could it be good for Xiahou Mobing to let her take him like this!

The hand gently covered Xiahou Mobing's face, and said to Xiahou Mobing, who was pale and a little bloody: "What should I do with you?" ”

The eyes were slightly closed, and a touch of relief seemed to be raised on his face, as if he was smiling, very light, so light that it was almost invisible, but it miraculously rendered Xiahou Mobing's evil face.

She's fine, it's good.

He knew she agreed to him only out of emotion, but so what!

Now, in exchange for today's price to be able to make her look directly and see her feelings clearly, for him, it is worth it, it is too worthwhile.

Looking at Xiahou Mobing, who had fallen into a coma, Murong Xue sighed.

I used all my strength to help him up, always thinking that he could still walk, but in the end it was in vain.

As a last resort, Murong Xue sighed again, taking pity on her small shoulder.

Xiahou Mobing, who was carried by Murong Xue on his back as if he had fainted, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Murong Xue who was carrying him on his back, and looked at the warm but helpless face on his cheeks.

The eyes, with a flash of tenderness, slowly closed again.

That's right, in fact, he did it on purpose, of course, with her intelligence, it is not difficult to see that he is pretending, but I didn't expect this person to really carry him, he originally just wanted to see what she was going to do, did he throw him here? In hand, or ......?

In the silence and darkness, the slender and thin Murong Xue carried Xiahou Mobing on her back and walked towards the front of the aisle.

The square room, with a bed and a chair, is all carved out of stone, and this place may have been used by craftsmen to rest when they were excavated.

It is obviously a closed space, but I vaguely feel the breeze blowing, and the wind comes from nowhere, it seems to be moist and cold.

Once again, he gave medicine to Xiahou Mobing, who was lying on the bed, Murong Xue glanced at Xiahou Mobing, who had really passed out, stood up, and waited until he woke up to make plans! , carrying a big man walking in this place full of organs and dangers, it is difficult to walk an inch.

"Why don't you want me? Why did you abandon me? Getting up, Murong Xue took a step, and a low, hoarse, almost inaudible voice suddenly came from this sealed space.

Murong Xue was slightly stunned, turned around, Xiahou Mobing was asking her?