Moran Ember was lying on the cold tiles, and when he suddenly heard this, he was in a trance for several seconds, confused for a while, and then remembered what had just happened.

"Mo Yanjue, are you okay?"

Moran Ember couldn't move, she was protected by Ink Smoke in her arms, and now that she was crushed in the ruins, she couldn't move even if she wanted to.

Besides, the impact of the explosion just now was not small, and she was in terrible pain.

After Mo Lanyan came back to his consciousness, he suddenly remembered what he had thought in his consciousness just now, and he couldn't help but get nervous, "Mo Yanjue, where are you hurt?" ”

"Miss Mo, do you still remember me······" Mo Yan's head was buried in Moran's neck, and when he spoke, there was always a hot breath hitting Moran's exposed skin, intentionally or unintentionally.

But now Mo Lanyan can't control so much, after all, Mo Yan absolutely protects her, and has blocked a lot of impacts for her.

"Where are you hurt?"

"Hey, Ink Smoke!"

"You speak!"

“······”

"Miss Mo, why are you so ······ in your words?"

By the time Mo Yan replied, it was already a minute later.

The voice of Ruo Ruo has already informed Moran Ember how bad the situation is now.

"Hey, Mo Yan, don't die."

Moran Ash's tone was trembling when he said this, and the palms of his hands were sweating.

"Are you worried about me?"

Seeing that Mo Yan's tone was still gentle, and even with a hint of ridicule in it, Mo Lan Ember breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm afraid that if you die, there will be no one to collect your body."

The corners of Moran's mouth went up, trying to make his tone sound pleasant.

But under the dark ruins, only she knew that she was crying at that moment.

Fear and fear swept over.

It was undeniable that at that moment just now, she was indeed worried about him.

She was afraid that someone would die in front of her.

Although she had only met him twice, she was well aware of the danger of this man.

But she also knows one thing very well, that is, a large part of the reason why Mo Yanjue is so miserable now is because of him. If he hadn't carried it for her, maybe he wouldn't have suffered so much.

After all, the moment the danger came, his reaction speed was far faster than hers.

And she was still pulled by him, and she didn't face the impact, but the pain on her body was still unbearable.

She is, let alone the smoke of ink.

"Are you crazy? Why did you suffer the damage for me? ”

Moran Ember really doesn't know what this man thinks, she is not familiar with this man at all, even if danger comes, people's first reaction should be to protect themselves.

And he is protecting himself?

Does he like himself?

Moran Ember wouldn't be so naïve to think that Mo Yan would do this to himself because he liked him.

If Mo Yan dies, she is afraid that she will feel guilty for the rest of her life.

"Would you feel guilty if I died?"

Mo Yanjue's tone was already much weaker, and Mo Lanyan was nervous for a while when he heard it.

"Die, if you die, I will buy fireworks and set them off for three days."

"You guy, you don't have any sympathy at all."

When Mo Yanjue heard Mo Lanyan's words, he suddenly felt funny, his brows stretched a little, and the pain on his body seemed to be reduced a little.

It's so funny how detached the mind is.

"I'm going to take a break and wake me up."

Mo Yanjue's lips hooked slightly, and his tone became softer and softer.