Shen Lian sat in place, she was exhausted and bruised at this time, and she could no longer lift her spirit to make any effort.

She listened quietly to the sound of water dripping in the cave, and her mind could not suppress the countless memories of the past.

"Is this a return to the light?" Shen Lian secretly laughed at herself, how bizarre and unfortunate her life was, fate had made her ghostly cross, as if to make up for the hardships she had experienced, but today it seemed that it was just because she hadn't experienced enough.

Shen Lian silently looked in Murong Qing's direction, even if fate arranged it like this, she was still very grateful to have Murong Qing by her side.

She suddenly missed Mo Xuan very much, and when she landed in this other world, it was Mo Xuan who saved her and brought her to Lingyang City.

At this moment, she didn't know where Mo Xuan was, she couldn't tell him about her fear and attachment, and she couldn't feel his breath.

In the days when Mo Xuan accompanied her, she always had fun with him, and she was used to this kind of joyful company.

Even in the days when Mo Xuan rushed back to Huainan and she stayed alone in Shen Wen's mansion, she was still rubbing the jasper jade pendant left by Mo Xuan every day, thinking about the happy past during the journey, and thinking about Mo Xuan and looking forward to his early return.

It was the good memories left by Mo Xuan that supported her to survive in the terrifying Shen Wen Palace.

At this moment, Prince Mo Xuan should be with Princess Jiarou, and Shen Lian understood in his heart.

She couldn't help but feel a little jealous and melancholy.

Princess Jiarou has a noble status and has been pampered since she was a child, she can and dare to make any request to Mo Xuan, she can boldly ask for his care and attention.

And Shen Lian's floating life experience made her seem involuntary everywhere, afraid of losing and not daring to ask for it at will.

How she wished that the person who was waiting by Mo Xuan's side at this time was herself, and how she regretted that she didn't have more time to be by Mo Xuan's side.

At this time, Shen Lian infinitely missed the warmth and protection that Mo Xuan left for her, and the hug she never received and the gentleness that could probably never be reached again cut her heart like a sharp blade, making her feel as if she was in great pain with Ling Chi.

Shen Lian put her head on her knees and sobbed lowly.

In front of her eyes, in her heart, all that appeared at this time was the scene of getting along with Mo Xuan.

How she regretted it, she wasn't such an open-minded person, she didn't want to give him up to anyone.

Time seems to stand still, and this hopeless waiting is the most terrifying.

Shen Lian sat dumbfounded, but found that he was becoming more and more conscious.

This kind of sobriety seemed so terrible and cruel at this time, she even envied Murong Qing a little at this time, maybe if she passed out in a coma, she would not have to endure this desperate torment.

In her boredom, she picked up the stones on the ground aimlessly and scratched around them like a child.

The soil on the ground was soft and damp because it had been soaked by water for many years, and it fell into a piece with a slight stroke.

Shen Lian's heart also began to empty, and she slowly calmed down, focusing only on the stone in her hand.

At this time, there was no one or anything other than the stone that could comfort her.

Pulling like this, I don't know how long time has passed, Shen Lian raised her numb legs, and inadvertently touched the rock that made her desperate, and suddenly had an idea.

Since the soil here is damp and soft, why not try digging down, as long as you can move the space for one person to pass, then there is room for maneuver in today's crisis.

Thinking of this, Shen Lian became excited again.

She straightened her clothes, fumbled for more and thicker branches, and then cut her clothes apart with her saber and wrapped them tightly around the right branches, and a simple tool was ready.

Feeling glad for Fang Cai's inspiration, Shen Lian was like being beaten with chicken blood at this time, and the previous despair and haze were swept away.

She carefully probed around the rocks to find the softest and most suitable place to dig, and began to implement her plan in one fell swoop.

In this cave, she could not find a more suitable tool, the shovel made of branches could only simply loosen the soil, and more often, Shen Lian could only rely on her own hands to pick up and carry the dirt, so that a gap could slowly form under the rock.

Although there was no light in the cave, and the fire sickle was also lost in the previous cave, Shen Lian's hands were pierced into the ground, holding the loose parts in her arms, and carrying them to the open space, the cave was extremely cold, but she quickly sweated like rain, so she had to hastily wipe her face with the back of her hand to avoid the sweat blinding her eyes.

Shen Lian thought to herself, at this time, she was probably already like a clay man, but she was getting more and more excited, the hope of escape inspired her, and she didn't care how embarrassed she was at this time.

She first dug deep trenches in the estimated direction of the rock's movement, and then carefully moved the dirt at the bottom of the rock.

Little by little, more and more soil is excavated, and the rocks loosen more and more.

Shen Lian estimated that she would dodge the moment the rock rolled, so as not to be bruised or crushed, and her movements became slower and slower, carefully measuring the size of the gap and the movement of the rock.

Just in case her movements are not sensitive enough, she gets up from time to time to move her muscles, bones, legs and feet to avoid squatting for too long and her nerves are numb.

Seeing that the rock was about to move, Shen Lian even stretched one leg to the outside of the direction of the rock's movement, so that he could jump away flexibly for a while.

The hard work paid off, and the huge rock finally began to move due to the gap that Shen Lian had dug up, and rolled towards the channel she had dug up, and the space behind the rock was just enough to accommodate a single person to pass through.

Shen Lian was excited and moved, with mixed feelings, tears couldn't stop washing down, and she stood alone and cried happily.

Only this time, the tears were because she had finally overcome fate.

"His Royal Highness King Duan, Shen Lian has found a way to get out, let's go!" Shen Lian touched Duanwang's side, took off his robe and spread it on the ground, stood in front of Duanwang again, gently hugged him to his robe little by little, and then wrapped one side of his robe around the branch that was used for digging.

Shen Lian held the branch in his hand, moved Murong Qing with little effort but carefully, and walked towards the gap behind the rock.

Finally moved to the gap, because the gap is narrow and can only accommodate one person, and if it is dragged at this time, it may expand Murong Qing's injury.

Shen Lian took out another medicine from the medicine bag and put it in his mouth, and then blew the pill into Murong Qing's mouth for him to take.

Shen Lian took out her saber and cut through her clothes, making them into wisps, bandaging and fixing Murong Qing's wounds and joints.

After doing this, Shen Lian stood in place, took a few deep breaths, and adjusted his state.

Leaned down and carried Murong Qing on his back.

This sudden weight made Shen Lian stumble a few times and almost fall to the ground, she held on to the rock wall and tried to adjust her center of gravity and pace, gritted her teeth and let herself slowly straighten up.

Shen Lian had never borne such a weight, she only felt that her whole person would be crushed and lying on the ground at any time, and her entire spine would break open at any time.

She closed her eyes and endured in silence, walking forward step by step with difficulty and pain.

Because she was carrying Murong Qing on her back and being careful not to let Murong Qing be injured, Shen Lian was extremely meticulous and serious when she passed through the gap, moving small steps by small steps, all of which made the weight on her back even more unbearable and extremely tormenting.

She silently cheered herself up in her heart, bravely persevered, and finally passed through the gap.

Shen Lian gently placed Murong Qing on his robe again, and slowly dragged him along the direction of the water.

She didn't remember how long she had walked, but she knew that there seemed to be no end to the road, and her hands and feet were completely numb, and she walked forward with the support of her mind alone.

Along the way, gradually, more and more trickles of water flowed in from the holes around it.

What used to be a trickle that could only wet the heel gradually converged to the point where it could drown the foot and neck.

Shen Lian was inconvenient to drag Murong Qing forward, and in desperation, she could only carry Murong Qing again.