"The power of thunder and lightning in the sinkhole is very fierce, not only me, but anything with life can not survive at the bottom of the pit, so after the master enters the pit, nothing will pose danger to your life, the only thing that can make the master fall into danger is the baptism of thunder and lightning."

Qian Jiao nodded, as if she understood what the little ghost meant.

One person and one ghost discussed what to prepare for the pit at the mouth of the pit, and analyzed various possible countermeasures, until the first rays of sunlight penetrated the clouds in the thick winter, and Qian Jiao and the little ghost were sure that everything was ready.

Looking at each other and encouraging each other, Qian Jiao gritted her teeth and walked firmly towards the place at the mouth of the pit.

Finally, I took a look at the bottomless sinkhole, and was about to jump down, when I heard a nervous and frightened trilling voice from behind me: "Jiaojiao, don't ......"

When Qian Jiao heard that voice, her whole body stiffened, and she turned around slowly, and not far away, a long familiar figure rushed over.

Even through the thin morning mist, she could see the panic and panic in the man's handsome face.

Qian Jiao's hands hanging by her side trembled slightly.

The dripping black eyes trembled slightly, and it wasn't until the person was about to get closer that Qian Jiao seemed to come back to her senses and unconsciously took a step back.

The withered vines at the mouth of the pit were trampled on by her, and Qian Jiao's whole person tilted into the sinkhole before she could stand firmly.

Seeing this, Nan Fan instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to come out, for fear of startling Qian Jiao at the mouth of the pit, so he hurriedly stopped his galloping footsteps.

In his panicked eyes, there was a shiver of broken ice.

He didn't dare to approach, his thin lips trembled slightly, and only then did he say in a low voice with a pleading, "Jiaojiao, don't, don't do this, please." ”

Qian Jiao raised her head and met his eyes, she seemed to clearly see the tension and fear in his eyes, and her heart couldn't help but twitch.

The little ghost's complicated eyes swept over the two of them, wanting to say something.

At this time, someone ran over to this side, and the person at the head was Liu Zifeng.

Qian Jiao glanced in the direction of Liu Zifeng and them, pursed her lips, swept her gaze from Nan Fan's body, lowered her eyes, and then landed on the sinkhole in front of her.

Nan Fan's deep eyes were like ice exploding, revealing cold fear.

He wanted to step forward to grab Qian Jiao, but he was afraid that his slightest move would startle her at this time and make her accidentally fall into the sinkhole.

The hands hanging by his side were so nervous that they unconsciously clenched into fists, and the voice in his thin lips was even more trembling and pleading, looking hoarse and dark.

"Jiaojiao, don't, come here, please, okay?"

Qian Jiao's hanging long eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart felt as if she had been stung by something, and she faintly felt a little tingling.

She raised her eyes and met Nanfan's painful and hopeful eyes.

My heart trembled again.

The thick winter sea breeze blew on the face, with a piercing pain.

Liu Zifeng also ran behind Qian Jiao with a shocked face, his eyes full of nervousness.

It's just that before he could speak, a huge explosion sounded behind him.

It was deafening, the dust was flying, and everyone unconsciously lay down on the spot.

Only Nan Fan and Liu Zifeng, who looked at Qian Jiao in a panic, saw that she was overturned by the air wave and pushed into the sinkhole, the two of them roared in panic and despair at the same time, 'Don't'.

Qian Jiao was already uncontrollable, and was pushed into the sinkhole by the explosion of the air wave.

At this moment, a long figure rushed towards her.

Qian Jiao's eyes fell on the man's handsome and extraordinary face, full of shock and astonishment.

He even disregarded his life for her again.

Suddenly widening her eyes, looking at Nan Fan's figure getting closer and closer, her eyes unconsciously widened more and more, until she stared at the maximum, and her mind fell into chaos, and the picture of Nan Fan jumping into the pit with her was still reflected in her pupils.

She looked at Nan Fan's falling figure in disbelief, and met his deep, desperate cold eyes, and countless complex emotions flashed in her heart.

Just when Nan Fan's hand was about to grab her, Liu Zifeng, who flew over, grabbed Nan Fan's clothes.

She saw Nanfan's desperate eyes.

A bitter smile suddenly appeared on Qian Jiao's face.

The sound of the wind whirring in his ears was until he could no longer see his face.

And these are just moments of lightning.

Nan Fan was pulled back by Liu Zifeng, but Qian Jiao had already fallen into the sinkhole.

The pirate's explosives blew up the mouth of the small sinkhole, and the search and rescue immediately began.

Nanfan, who watched Qian Jiao fall into the sinkhole, stood there like a lifeless statue at this time, as if it was a kind of despair after the most painful pain.

After the Yan family, who was far away in the capital, got the news, the two brothers Yan Jingtang and Yan Motang, rushed directly to Wuxian Island non-stop.

And as early as the first day of the search and rescue, everyone already knew that the sinkhole was a Jedi who would die.

But the persistence of the Yan family, like Nan Fan's madness, personally went down to the pit again and again to search, so that this search and rescue used all the resources and manpower that could be used, and it lasted for a month.

When they finally couldn't deceive themselves anymore, the search team dispersed, and everyone found that Nan Fan had disappeared with a small boat alone.

On a lonely island in the distant sea, in front of a stone wall near the sea, a man with a long posture, with a haggard face, walked into the stone cave in a dejected manner.

Everything in the stone cave is familiar, the firewood that has been dried against the wall, and the hanging pot that is still on the ashes.

The man's eyes suddenly stopped on a brand-new quilt in the corner, and the darkness in his eyes stiffened for a moment.

Her heart throbbed, she had really been here.

The man couldn't imagine what kind of pain and helplessness she had endured to be here again.

The wind fell on a handful of dead branches at the head of the bed.

I looked at it for a long time, and in my cold eyes, there was the decadence of the ice explosion after the extreme pain.

A few withered flowers on the withered branches that had not yet had time to wither, shivering in the cold wind, just like a man's wrenched heart at this moment.

He looked away with difficulty, and landed right next to the fire, on a few seashells that had dried a little, and after a moment's pause, the afterglow continued to move forward.

On the stone beside the fire, a dark red mark fell into his eyes.

His stiff eyes slowly moved to the dark traces, his deep eyes widened violently, and the gray in his dark eyes was fully revealed.

He knew that those bloodstains were the traces left by Qian Jiao's Gu poison attack, and they were the traces of her staying in this world and loving him deeply.

My heart suddenly hurt and I couldn't breathe.

He reached out to cover his chest, slowly squatted on the ground, closed his eyes, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

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