Hearing this, Zhong Lingxin pursed his lips that were a little dry.

Her gaze froze for a moment on the little girl who was just coming back in Ren Mingyu's arms, and then quickly looked away, and a soft sigh overflowed from her lips.

It's just that on that fair face, the expression is faint, revealing a kind of coldness that ignores the world, as if nothing can enter her heart.

Zhao Tianming looked at Zhong Lingxin with blank eyes, and when he saw her cold and indifferent expression, he touched the tip of his nose in a curt, and stopped his words to persuade her to stay.

Zhong Lingxin's footsteps did not pause, and walked straight to Lu Qianzhe and took Zhong Lingnan who was carried by him.

Just when Zhao Tianming thought that everything was useless, he followed Zhong Lingxin listlessly, planning to say goodbye to this heroine who "brushed off her clothes and hid her body and fame", but there was an ethereal and slow voice in his ears, as if it was a thin smoke rising under the warm winter sun.

"We're going to stay here for a day, you can show me down the road later, to the first aid post you mentioned."

Zhao Tianming thought he was having auditory hallucinations, and he didn't feel that he had plucked his ears, and after being stunned for a long time, he finally came back to his senses.

He was overjoyed, smiled at Zhong Lingxin, and said enthusiastically:

"Okay, you guys stay at my house, I still have an empty house, it's near the first aid post. You haven't eaten yet, have you? When I get there, I'll get you a few more good dishes, don't ......."

Before Zhao Tianming could continue to chatter, a tall figure rushed in front of Zhong Lingxin like a gust of wind and interrupted him.

"Smell the incense, smell the fragrance she is very seriously injured and she needs treatment...... Doctor, where is the doctor, save her, she can't die! ”

A hoarse and eager voice sounded beside Zhao Tianming, her voice was almost choked, painful, with a thick sense of guilt, as if her liver and intestines would be broken in the next second.

Song Sizhao's face was covered with color, and the clothes on his body had been soaked with blood, I don't know if it was his own, or the person in his arms who was covered in bruises, and the wounds that were deep enough to see the bones were dripping with blood.

Wen Xiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and at this moment he was already exhaling more and inputting less.

The blood flowed from the fatal wound on her abdomen, her body trembled uncontrollably, and the blood on her lips had faded and had begun to turn pale and white.

The light in those eyes gradually dissipated, the bottom of the eyes was blurred with painful pain, a mist was filled, and the long eyelashes were slightly moist.

Smelling the fragrance in Song Sizhao's arms, he said softly like a gossamer:

"Chief, it's useless...... My own body, I know ......"

A trace of red blood appeared from the corner of her mouth, and she paused, and said intermittently:

"I'm so happy to see you before I die...... I, I lived up to your expectations and held the city......"

When Song Sizhao heard this, his whole body stiffened, his body staggered back, and he knelt on the ground with Wenxiang in his arms.

Song Sizhao couldn't hold back his tears, but his throat was choked, and the tears still flowed silently, fluttering, and fell to the ground with the blood that smelled the fragrance.

She tried her best to suppress the tremor in her voice, but every word was broken and lost her tone.

"Smell, don't talk anymore, I'll take you to the doctor...... You won't die! Trust me, I won't let you die! ”

Song Sizhao struggled to get up from the ground, his face was as pale as snow, his eyes wandered, even if he tried his best to hide it, there was still a thin layer of panic and pathos between his eyebrows.

Smelling Xiang hooked the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and a shallow smile bloomed, like a hint of new green in spring.

Her tears of laughter were about to flow out, her eyelashes fluttered, and slowly, word by word, she choked up:

"Boss...... In the next life, smell the fragrance and be your soldiers. In this life, the last task, I have completed...... The dragon group cannot be dispersed, and the mission of guarding this city and defending the country can only be entrusted to you. ”

Wen Xiang opened his eyes suddenly, staring at Song Sizhao without blinking, his dark eyes flashed with bright light, and the light in them was scorching.

She silently waited for a promise, persistent and stubborn, looking at the pair of phoenix eyes, sparkling, misty eyes swept a touch of wavering.

Song Sizhao moved his lips with difficulty, his throat rolling up and down, but he didn't know how to speak.

Lu Qianzhe's pupils shrank, staring at the white face in disbelief, his heart seemed to be pierced by some sharp blade, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, and blood flew everywhere.

Obviously, they only met yesterday, but now they want to live and die.

Lu Qianzhe's hands were clenched into fists, his eyes were slightly red, his mind was in chaos, and he stood stiffly in place.

In the midst of the dizziness, a thought flashed through him, and the broken heart was reglued together.

Lu Qianzhe rushed to Zhong Lingxin's side with an arrow step, and met those cool and thin eyes, as if he was poured on top of his head by a basin of winter lake water, and the surging blood in his body instantly condensed into ice.

Zhong Lingxin stood there without saying a word, as if he was a wood carving stone statue that did not know whether it was cold or warm.

Lu Qianzhe's lips opened and closed slightly, but he just raised his hand and covered his eyelids, exhausting all his strength.

For a moment, the atmosphere was stagnant like a pool of stagnant water.

Lu Qianzhe's Adam's apple slid up and down, muttering hoarsely, breaking the dead silence.

"Captain, save her, now only you can save her!"

Ren Mingyu's eyebrows rose slightly, and a pair of peach blossom eyes suddenly glared at Lu Qianzhe fiercely, his eyes were sharp, and the snow was shining into the knife.

He gritted his back molars and roared angrily:

"Shut up! What to save! What did she save. Lu Qianzhe, think about your mission, think about the consequences of doing so. ”

The angry voice instantly drowned out Zhong Lingxin's answer.

Ren Mingyu was like a lit cannonball, and suddenly jumped to Lu Qianzhe's side and dragged him away.

Like a hen guarding her cubs, she spread her wings and blocked between him and Zhong Lingxin menacingly.

In this way, the secret of Zhong Lingxin's body was exposed in front of everyone's eyes, did Lu Qianzhe think about what kind of situation they would face in the future.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty. Isn't that lesson 10,000 years ago tragic enough?

Ren Mingyu didn't dare to think about it anymore, as if that picture would appear in front of his eyes again, and one more step would be an abyss.

The little hope in Lu Qianzhe's heart suddenly broke apart.

Like a man on the verge of drowning, he grabbed a piece of driftwood, but that driftwood was the most important piece of Noah's ark, without which all would have drowned in the flood of destruction.

Between one man and thousands of people, he can only choose the latter.

Lu Qianzhe drooped his head weakly, and his eyes drooped low.

His shoulders trembled uncontrollably slightly, and by the end the whole body was trembling.

Lu Qianzhe buried his face in the palm of his hand, the blood vessels in his neck were suddenly stirring, biting his lower lip tightly, a sweet smell spread between his lips, tears overflowed from his fingers little by little, crying silently.

Ren Mingyu looked at the sad Lu Qianzhe, his expression was a little surprised, he didn't seem to expect Lu Qianzhe's reaction to be like this, like a discarded water dog, whimpering helplessly.

Ren Mingyu sighed for a while, pursed his lips, his heart moved slightly, he vaguely understood something, and a trace of imperceptible pity flashed in his eyes.

He quickly adjusted his expression, turned his head to the side with a pleasant face, quickly changed the topic, and said softly to Zhong Lingxin:

"Lingxin, let's go to the first aid station now! Several people here have to rush to the first aid station for treatment, and the person who is too late is afraid that it will be too late! ”

Ren Mingyu quietly stood in front of Zhong Lingxin, as if unintentionally preventing her from approaching Song Sizhao.

This small gesture made Zhong Lingxin's heart feel a burst of warmth, as if it was flowing through a pool of warm spring water.

The corners of Zhong Lingxin's mouth raised slightly, and a smile erupted, like a bonfire in the harsh winter, melting the condensed ice.

Zhong Lingxin stretched out his hand, patted Ren Mingyu's shoulder soothingly, and said softly:

"I know you're worried, but I have to do it. My heart is actually very small, and I can only fit so many people. If you can save her and take a little risk, it doesn't matter. ”

Zhong Lingxin brushed his body past Ren Mingyu, muttered for a while, deliberately revealed his edge, and a touch of fierceness flashed quickly under his eyes, and said calmly:

"Whoever dares to hurt me a point, I will get it back a thousand times and a hundred times. Those outstretched minions will also be cut off by me one by one. ”

After Zhong Lingxin finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Tianming deeply, and then strode towards Song Sizhao.

An earthy yellow halo suddenly lit up under her feet, and in an instant, four tall stone walls surrounded the three of them, blocking the sight of prying eyes around her.

"Shattered light!"

Zhong Lingxin frowned almost invisibly, her own spirit weapon did not obey the call again, she helplessly wanted to summon another spirit weapon.

As soon as Zhong Lingxin's thought arose, a purple-black dagger appeared in her hand, rubbing her palm affectionately.

Zhong Lingxin looked at the broken light like a coquettish one angrily and funny, and his frowning brows gradually relaxed.

Song Sizhao looked at the stone wall and Zhong Lingxin that suddenly appeared, and the hope in her eyes was like a candle swaying in the wind, burning a cluster of sparks in her eyes little by little.

Zhong Lingxin's eyelids drooped slightly, and her thick eyelashes were like two black butterfly wings, dancing gently.

She raised her hand, and the dagger cut a cut in her jade-like arm, blood pouring down her wrist.

Zhong Lingxin handed his wrist to the lips of Wen Xiang without changing his face, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.

Zhong Lingxin looked at the bleeding arm in a daze, and couldn't help but spit out a breath of turbidity.

The warm skin pressed against the dry lips that smelled fragrant, and the blood with the body temperature stained her lips that had long lost their blood color.

The sweet smell of blood flowed in this small space, and the sound that fell into the ears like a lake without waves.

"Don't waste it, drink it quickly!"