In the cave, Ma Qian and Soria, who had experienced the moment of life and death, finally completed the important rituals in their lives under the leadership of Soria. This is a physiological need, and it is also a natural manifestation of the relationship between the two people reaching the depths. These are two fires, burning uncontrollably in the dark cave. Soria's screams echoed through the cave for a long time.

And in another underground space a few meters away from the cave where they (her) were, there were two people, still a man and a woman. The man is tall and thin, and his face is pale. The female is small and exquisite, with a delicate face. The two of them got along quietly, Zhao Qingmai was half-lying, Huaxin knelt in front of Zhao Qingmai, holding a bottle of water to feed Zhao Qingmai to drink, and beside the two, there was a faint light source, which was a headlamp placed on the ground.

This is also a cave, and the two of them are at a depth of seventy or eighty meters in the cave. It starts with the Japanese firing rockets, when they found out that they were being targeted by rockets, and everyone fled in a panic. But it was too late, just ran ten steps, the explosion sounded, and the painting heart pulled Zhao Qingmai tightly, Zhao Qingmai realized the huge danger, turned around and hugged the petite painting heart. The two of them then flew up, and like Ma Qian and Soria, they drew an arc in the air and fell into a cave.

Black Snake Island was full of holes, as many as 200 of them, and there were many holes in the ground around the battle at that time. It just so happened that the painting heart was also held by Zhao Qingmai and fell down. Zhao Qingmai's backpack hung on the rocks of the cave for a while, and the force points of the two people's bodies were all concentrated on the backpack belt, but the backpack strap broke and fell in the dark again. Zhao Qingmai's back fell heavily on a stone wall. Sharp stones cut through his clothes and cut the flesh off his waist. But Zhao Qingmai always held on to the heart of the painting, and did not let the heart of the painting be hurt a little.

The severe pain did not knock down Zhao Qingmai, he bit and held up, without making a sound. The two men were still rolling downward, and finally stopped in a place with some white sand.

On that white sand, the two hugged each other tightly, and it took about ten minutes to stop before the two began to move. The painting heart turned on the light first, and found that it was no longer possible to fall. Because this hole is basically at the end, it is a space of nearly 30 square meters, the ground is very flat, and the ground is full of white sand, which forms a sharp contrast with the black rock. Further down from the hole is a small hole in the corner of this large space, the hole is only twenty centimeters thick, and a person will definitely not be able to drill into it. It is impossible to go down this hole, and if you want to escape, you can only climb up. This difficulty is very high, because the two of them have fallen at least seventy or eighty meters, or have already exceeded 100 meters.

In addition to being frightened, Huaxin was not injured, she found that Zhao Qingmai, who was sitting on the ground, had a wrong face, and his eyes were extremely trance-like, what was wrong?

Although Huaxin is small, Bi Yi is not a child, she is a mature woman of nearly thirty years old, and she is a woman with extreme personality and taste. At the same time, she is also a woman who has experienced strong winds and countless lives and deaths. Seeing Zhao Qingmai's appearance, he knew that he was not lightly injured.

Huaxin put aside Zhao Qingmai's backpack, which was almost broken, and put Zhao Qingmai on the ground, finding that Zhao Qingmai's back was blurred with flesh and blood. There was a wound that ran from the waist to the neck, and the blood was still flowing outward, and the flesh around it was already worn away. Seeing this, Huaxin was extremely distressed, he couldn't let Zhao Qingmai die here, and he needed to treat his wounds.

Huaxin found Zhao Qingmai's medicine box, which contained hemostatic and anti-inflammatory drugs, but no bactericidal drugs. She rinsed the wound with water, what anti-inflammatory? At this time, Huaxin found that the white sand under the ground was very strange, and she took a little and put it in her mouth, it was salt, and it was all salt. Unable to think about why there was so much salt here, she grabbed a handful of salt in her hand.

"Big brother, you hold on, I'll sprinkle salt!"

Zhao Qingmai didn't make a sound, and the painting sprinkled the salt, Zhao Qingmai twitched for a while, but didn't make a sound. Painting his heart is full of tears, what a strong man he is, he can quietly use his life to protect a woman, but he never asks others to do a little bit for him. What kind of man is this, so far I can't see through this god-like big brother, a god-like man.

In order to make Zhao Qingmai more comfortable, Huaxin actually tore his underwear and bra and put them outside Zhao Qingmai's wound.

After Zhao Qingmai was hit and hurt strongly, he slowly fell asleep. Two hours later, when he woke up, Huaxin was still looking at him with bright eyes, and she was very attentive and attentive. Zhao Qingmai touched his wound, the painting heart was handled very well, there was no sign of infection, this girl was very reassuring.

"Thank you!" Three words, Zhao Qingmai said very carefully.

"Why thank me, I want to thank you."

No sound.

"Why don't you like to talk to me, do you dislike me for being a Japanese?"

"No, it's not", "My life was given by my parents, my brother raised me, and now I have no relatives." I'm not going to take revenge, that's not what a woman should do. My father and brother were not good people, and their deaths were relief."

Zhao Qingmai, staring at the heart of the painting, did not speak.

"You are the one who really cares about me, you have saved my life countless times, how do you want me to repay you?"

"No, there is no need to repay"

"Why didn't you let go of me when you fell just now, if you let go of me, with your skills, you can grab the rock, and you won't fall down, and you won't be hurt."

"I can't let you go and protect you"

"Who am I, and why are you protecting me?"

"Yes, yes," Zhao Qingmai still didn't say.

"Do you hate me, or do you like me?"

There was no answer.

"If you don't answer, you hate me"

"It's not"

"Do you like me, then?"

Zhao Qingmai nodded.

"Love me?"

There was no answer.

"Marry me!"

"Don't marry" This is the toughest time Zhao Qingmai said.

Huaxin's eyes were clear, she looked at Zhao Qingmai, this time she didn't speak, she was an assertive woman, a woman who could read minds, she knew that Zhao Qingmai had something to say.

"I'm not a good person, I have killed countless people, killing people is my profession, this can't be changed, it's fate, people who kill people can't have a home, can't have a wife, can't have children."

The painting heart did not speak.

"You are a good woman, a good woman does not matter which country, which region, which nationality, a good woman should marry a good person, and I am not".

The painting heart still did not speak.

Silence began.

Huaxin stroked Zhao Qingmai's face, but Zhao Qingmai did not react.

Huaxin put his mouth to Zhao Qingmai's ear and whispered to Zhao Qingmai: "I am destined to be your woman, and I may not be your only woman, but you must be my only man." I don't care about life and death, I don't care about everyone, I only care about one person, that is, the person who protects me and loves me, that person is you, I can die for you, anytime, and now.

Zhao Qingmai was obviously a little touched, and he smelled the fragrance of the painting heart.

Zhao Qingmai sat on the ground, and the painting knelt in front of him. Huaxin violently pulled open his coat, there was no underwear inside, and the two white rabbits swayed and pressed towards Zhao Qingmai's face. The faint fragrance and crisp white chest were attached to Zhao Qingmai's face.

The hand of the painting heart is stroking Zhao Qingmai's head, like a mother caressing her baby. Two homeless people, one a murderer and one descendant of a murderer, are doing strange and sacred acts in a special way inside a special cave.

Zhao Qingmai is a master, a killer, a brother, a guardian, and most importantly, a man. A man can't refuse this temptation, let alone a woman with such a lethal power as painting a heart. The beauty of the painting heart is different from Soria, which is a haughty and wild beauty, while the painting heart is an elegant and deep beauty.

The complete opening of oneself and the act of dedication touched Zhao Qingmai and touched another beast in Zhao Qingmai's chest, which was a beast about men. This beast is slaughtered in the dark, and he wants to eat this woman, eat everything about this woman.

Zhao Qingmai bit the white rabbit, and held the trembling, soft, elastic, and sacred shuangfeng with both hands. Huaxin's heart tightened, in thirty years, this is the first man to touch his private parts, his hands are so strong, and so gentle.

In the depths of the cave, a man in his early forties, a virgin who has killed countless people. A woman in her thirties, a Japanese woman who has experienced countless lives and deaths, she is a virgin. Two men and women who have no experience in this area, fully engaged in touching, kissing, from jerky to skillful, to unstoppable.

Every action is fresh, and every attempt is a record. Sweat flowed on the two **. In the undisturbed underground, the two communicate in this way, each time more wonderful and more liked.

Is this love? How could I not realize that Zhao Qingmai's face was overflowing with happiness before. Excitement and satisfaction were written on the face of the painted heart.

"Brother, do you love me?"

"Love"

"Where do you love me"

"Love everything about you, I will always be with you"

That was enough, and she lay naked on the ground, and she wept with satisfaction.

Zhao Qingmai looked at the woman who had just been conquered by himself in a daze, no, it was this woman who had recruited herself. Several degrees of ** have exhausted the woman to the ground.

"Draw heart, why do you love me, I'm a cold person"

Huaxin smiled slightly and said: "No, in my heart, you are a warm man, a warm man."

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