After a few random throws, the slate showed no signs of stopping. The rumbling sound was getting closer and closer, and Si Yunyin raised his eyes, and the blood-mottled boulder was already pressed on top of his head.

Mo Lan's expression at the moment was a little embarrassed.

"That...... I'll try a few more times...... Try a few more ......"

As soon as he turned around, the chess pieces in his hand flew out again, accompanied by the crisp sound of landing, and there was a stabbing sound in his ears, which stopped abruptly after a while.

Stopped!?

Mo Lan turned back in surprise, but after seeing the scene in front of her, a smile froze on her face.

Si Yunyin glanced at her lightly, and the shimmering light in Shanlan's eyes flickered: "I can't last long." ”

Mo Lan looked at his small arm that was exposed by holding the stone slab with one hand, and the vaguely discernible cyan veins lurked silently under the large pale complexion. Holding a thousand-pound stone slab can still be so calm, his martial arts cultivation is really not to be underestimated.

It's just that......

It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to be like this, let alone his body......

It really can't keep him going long.

His eyes sank, and Mo Lan's hand holding the chess pieces turned a little white. The moment he threw it again, his expression became solemn.

However, the gravity on his hand did not decrease, and the huge impact made Si Yunyin frown: "That's not right! ”

Mo Lan's heart tightened, and he retrieved Baizi as quickly as possible, picked the right direction and threw it, but this time it made Si Yunyin's eyes stained with a layer of darkness.

Although he didn't say a word, Mo Lan knew what kind of weight his slender arm was carrying at the moment.

It was a few more scrubs, more and more hesitant, more palpitations than once, and finally after the last mistake, Mo Lan clenched the chess pieces in his hand, his slender fingers were distinct, his heavy expression was dark and indescribable, and his lowered eyes seemed to be brewing a storm.

And that white seed can't be thrown out of anything.

"Book Ink Blue!" Si Yunyin opened his mouth in a deep voice, his breath was disordered, and the heavy boulder made his internal organs squeeze, "What are you hesitating about?!" ”

What is she hesitating about?

Mo Lan bit her lip and saw Si Yunyin's beautiful pale face, knowing that he had reached the extreme.

If he was wrong again this time, the impact of the slate on his body would undoubtedly be fatal.

Is she overestimating herself? I thought I could save him with my own strength, but I didn't think that it would become a burden to him!

The scarred body was instantly angry because of his unknown emotions.

Mo Lan closed his eyes and was silent for a long time, and finally made up his mind to throw out the white son in his hand.

A suppressed muffled snort came from her ear, which made her heart stagnate.

She turned quickly, only to see the man in front of her slipping as if he had been hit hard and overwhelmed.

"Si Yunyin!" Mo Lan exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly helped him to sit on the ground.

The cold and dusty man no longer had any blood, and the impact just now made his internal organs seem to burst open, and at this moment, the breath inside was rolling, and he tried his best to suppress it, but he still couldn't hold back the fishy sweetness that was about to come out, and a stream of hot blood spurted out and fell on Mo Lan's already bloodstained clothes.

"Si Yunyin......" Mo Lan wiped the blush from the corners of his mouth for him, and such a dazzling color reflected a large area of miserable whiteness, which made her feel panic for no reason.

"Heh......"

Si Yunyin chuckled lightly, a nihilistic smile appeared on his lips, and his misty eyes were a little erratic.

"After the end of the day, you still can't help but bury me for me......"