The sky overhead was gray, and as far as the eye could gaze, it was damp. Walking in the wilderness, my heart is like the withered grass under my feet, buried in deep darkness, and as cold and hard as lead. In her chest, her heart was empty, Sun Meng felt that the whole world had abandoned her and Wei Ruoxiao, lonely, lonely, helpless, and she couldn't breathe.

She didn't know how she got down the mountain, and her mind was full of Wei Ruoxiao's masochistic appearance.

The people who watched the excitement had dispersed, under the huge pillar, the dried blood stains were terrible red, Ruo Xiao on the side of the pillar, he couldn't stand up at all, the rope pulled him, as if he was going to be torn at any time, his lips were chapped, and there was no blood on his face.

Occasionally, passers-by sighed. He shook his head again and walked away.

"Wait for the corpse to be collected, you won't survive." Said a porter carrying a burden.

Hearing this, there was a lifeless body in front of her, her hands and feet trembled a little, and she staggered back a few steps.

The familiar sound was imprinted in his ears, Wei Ruoxiao slowly raised his head with difficulty, he saw Sun Meng, he actually grinned, and then his head drooped again.

This smile was dripping with pain and indifferent. In just a moment, Sun Meng saw that he was even thinner and haggard, the maroon skin tied by the rope, the skin and flesh were blurred, and the green tendons on his neck bulged, proclaiming his perseverance under the sun.

The wind swept through the carnage scene, the blood red of the wind dried all over the ground, and his smile swayed, embellished with a strong, shadowy horizontal frown on the path of fate.

Sun Meng told herself not to cry, he died, and she would follow later.

"Mother, look at that person, it's so pitiful, mother, what's wrong with him?" A woman led a child by the side. The mother saw it herself, and hurriedly covered the child's eyes: "Hurry up, don't look at ......" ”

"Kid?" She screamed in her heart, thinking of the child who was only a few months old, her heart was excited, and the last life-saving straw jumped out in her heart again, yes, the child may be able to save Ruoxiao, Sun Meng decided to Yibo.

Almost running all the way, she ran to find Aunt Tian like the wind, and when she saw her, Aunt Tian was stunned for a moment, but then seemed to understand something.

"You're here to save Young Master Wei, right? Miss Feng'er, I know what you're thinking, but that's my grandson, you can't beat his idea, not to mention that this child has nothing to do with the Qiu family, you have no reason to let him take risks at a young age. ”

The meaning in Aunt Tian's words was that Sun Meng wanted to use the child to pretend to be Qiu Fu's flesh and blood.

She blushed anxiously: "Auntie, that child was originally from Qiu Mansion, and only he can be exchanged for Ruoxiao." ”

Aunt Tian was stunned and said that you obviously told me that you don't know the child's father, if I remember correctly, you said that this child was your ....... in Qinghong Mansion?

Sun Meng couldn't cry: "Auntie, if I don't say that, how can you take this child in, if I leave him, how should I face Ruoxiao, I, there is no way." ”

"So what, with my understanding of Qiu Zhengran, even if you tell the child that it is his, he will not necessarily let Young Master Wei go."

Seeing that Aunt Tian refused to hand over the child with an iron heart, Sun Meng knelt in front of Aunt Tian with a "bang".

"Auntie, I beg you, you will fulfill me, if Xiao he will die, if I don't save him quickly, he won't be able to survive for two or three hours, for the sake of the Wei Mansion's affection for you in the past, you can help me.......

Aunt Tian's eyes were cloudy, her steps were staggering, crystal teardrops, pearls with broken threads, rolling down her wrinkled cheeks, and the back of her hands, which was like a branch, kept wiping ........ on her face.