Qian Jiao, who was almost emotionally collapsed, after hearing the words added by the little ghost, the whole person seemed to be frozen, a little stunned, a little stupid, and a little unable to come back to her senses.

Half a ring, as if he finally understood what it meant, the despair in his eyes instantly turned into surprise, hugged the little ghost who was still scurrying in front of him, and asked uncertainly: "Really?" You say he's alive, is it true? Is it? ”

The little ghost was suffocated by Qian Jiao, but he immediately nodded heavily to her a few times, and said with great certainty: "Yes master, he is fine, he is still alive, he is in the cave under the dune......"

It's just that before it finished speaking, it was slapped to the sand dunes in front of it by Qian Jiao in ecstasy.

The little ghost who landed on the ground with a grimace instantly, before he could figure out the situation, he heard Qian Jiao, who was glaring at it viciously, say, "It's really too much, why didn't you make it clear just now." ”

made her sad in vain.

The imp pouted: "......" my fault.

Qian Jiao flashed into the space, the little ghost enlarged his body with some bitterness, and fanned viciously, as if he had a grudge against the sand dunes in front of him, and fanned the sand dunes away in two clicks, revealing a flat thin sand, and then drilled down and fell directly into a dark cave.

There was a burst of yellow sand falling from the place where he entered, and when everything was calm, the little ghost got into the space and made an OK gesture to Qian Jiao.

Qian Jiao lit up the cave with a flashlight in one hand, and then looked for the direction pointed by the little ghost, and found Nan Fan curled up in the corner in a corner in the depths of the cave and didn't look good.

When he felt that there was a strong light, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes opened a slit, and when he saw that it was Qian Jiao, he couldn't help but be stunned.

But then, he quickly closed his eyes again.

Qian Jiao thought he had fainted, and was about to step forward to check, when she saw Nan Fan's chapped lips squirming, and his deep voice, with a weak hoarseness, suddenly sounded in the hole.

"You're finally willing to come to my dreams, Jiaojiao, I miss you."

Qian Jiao's footsteps froze instantly, the surprise raised at the corners of her lips cracked a little, and her eyes suddenly became sour.

She stepped closer to Nanfan again, put down the flashlight in her hand, gently stroked his bloodstained face with both hands, and lifted it slightly to make him meet her eyes.

Nan Fan felt that this dream was very real, and the touch of Qian Petite's hand was also very real, and his thick long eyelashes trembled a few times, but he didn't dare to open his eyes.

He was afraid, he was afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would wake up from the dream, and Qian Jiao would disappear again.

Qian Jiao's tears suddenly fell silently, she held Nan Fan's face, lowered her head, and pressed her forehead against his forehead, she could feel the hot temperature on his forehead.

He had a fever.

"Jiaojiao." There was another low murmur.

Qian Jiao could hear sadness and longing from his voice, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

"I'm here, I'm here." Qian Jiao's voice was choked with a broken sob.

Nan Fan's eyelashes shook a few more times, but his eyes still didn't dare to open.

It's just his hands, but he tentatively stretched out and wanted to hug Qian Jiao.

It wasn't until he really hugged Qian Jiao in his arms, and until tears fell on his face, that he suddenly realized that these were not dreams.

He snapped his eyes open.

In the dark cave, by the light of the flashlight on the ground, he could clearly see the person with tears in his arms, the one he couldn't let go of when he died.

His arms around her tightened, and there was a glint in his dark eyes.

The chapped lips fell on Qian Jiao's forehead, the rough big hands wiped away her tears, the red eyes were also sour, but she only said three words in a low voice: "You...... It's silly. ”

What a fool, how did she come to the desert to find him.

It's so stupid, how did she run under the quicksand to find him.

After all, he caused her to be in danger again.

Qian Jiao cried for a while before she finished venting her emotions and broke away from Nanfan's arms.

I took out a bottle of spiritual spring water from my backpack and fed it to Nanfan's mouth, before I choked up and asked, "Where are you hurt?" I brought my medicine. ”

Nan Fan's eyes fell on her in fascination, as if he didn't hear her words.

Qian Jiao took out a few bottles and cans from her bag, only to find that Nan Fan did not reply, and turned around in surprise, just in time to meet his burning eyes.

She lowered her long eyelashes a little shyly, picked up the flashlight, and decided to do it herself.

Nan Fan was still immersed in the surprise of seeing Qian Jiao, like a puppet, let her fiddle.

Except for the bullet on Nanfan's body, it was inconvenient for him to take it, and the bullets on his arm and side waist had already been taken.

It's just that he didn't have medicine with him, and the weather in the desert was changeable, and it was already inflamed and suppurated.

Qian Jiao carefully helped her clean up her wounds, only to find that Nan Fan was still holding on to her tired eyes, staring at her for a moment.

Qian Jiao looked at him distressedly and smiled: "If you're tired, just sleep for a while." ”

Nanfan's cold and hard face was a smile like the beginning of winter snow.

"I'm not tired."

just wanted to see her more, although he knew that all this was true, but he was inexplicably afraid in his heart, afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes and woke up again, Qian Jiao would disappear again.

Qian Jiao seemed to be able to understand his thoughts, and her heart was a little sour.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed Nan Fan's hand, half reassuring and half reassuring: "This time, I won't leave, you said, when I grow up, you will marry me, and now, I have grown up, you have to marry me." ”

Nanfan's dark eyes were lit up, and there seemed to be fireworks exploding inside.

He grabbed the big palm of Qian Petite's hand back, and gradually clenched it, as if he was afraid that if he slackened a little, she would slip away.

His chapped lips pursed tightly, and he spit out a word in a dull voice: "Good." ”

Qian Jiao smiled with red eyes and urged Nan Fan to take a break.

Nan Fan, who got Qian Jiao's promise to finally marry, was instantly excited at this moment.

Qian Jiao was afraid of pressing Nanfan's wounds, so she leaned against the wall with him side by side, holding hands, and asked him how he escaped to the desert and how he lived these days.

Nan Fan told her one by one, and also asked Qian Jiao why she didn't leave with Reddy, asked how Yantang's injuries were, and asked how she found them.

Qian Jiao also told him that Yantang had left the country safely, and as for how to find him, Qian Jiao could only excuse that it was accidental.

The two of them talked for a while, and Nan Fan seemed to suddenly remember something, pointed to the passage behind him, and said to Qian Jiao: "Do you want to go and see Jinshan and Yinshan?" ”

Qian Jiao looked at his finger in surprise, and could only see a dark passage, not knowing where it led.

Nan Fan had already pulled Qian Jiao up from the ground, picked up the flashlight on the ground, handed one to Qian Jiao, and took one himself.

Then he took Qian Jiao's hand with his free hand and said, "Be careful of your step." So he dragged her into the passageway.