Chapter Seventy-Seven: Frightened, in the Present Body (2)

When they came up, they were tired and paralyzed on the edge of the cliff, and Nangong sat next to him, with a little unthinking nervousness in his eyes.

"We were literally going to die here just now." Tired of the pain of torn arms, the tightly held hairpin slipped out of her palm, she looked at the sky with white clouds, the cold wind poured into her clothes, she smiled a little, leisurely.

She suddenly smelled the smell of blood, the smell of flickering away and approaching, disgusted with the birth of a turnover, turned over and over, leaned on Nangong tilt's legs, suddenly got up, and suddenly the earth-shaking dizziness struck, the disgust eased, her eyes stared at Nangong tilt's legs, and the smile froze at the corner of her lips.

Nangong Tian was born with a pure heart and few desires, his mind is clear, and what he believes is what he identifies, but he doesn't know, misanthropy is also such a person, if he likes him, he still likes him!

She was conflicted in her heart, at that moment just now, she was disgusted with her life, and wanted Nangong to live.

Nangong indifferently grabbed the sand particles on the rock wall, lifted them slightly, turned his head and smiled at disgust, with a hint of incomprehension.

The misanthropy also looked at him, kneeling on it, his own skin was delicate, and the carving seemed to be talking about himself, regardless of his consent, he lightly attached his hand to his ankle, and the palm stained with blood, Nangong looked at the misery as sharp as an eagle's claw.

"Is it misplaced?"

Nangong looked at the disgusted muttering, her red lips were closed, the wind blew, some of her hair floated to his legs, and her eyes were full of seriousness, and her delicate little face was dirty......

His calm face was a little lazy, and he let out a disapproving "um".

"But I won't!"

"I'm afraid you're going to hurt, I'm ......"

"I shouldn't have asked you to come for a walk."

Disgusted and incoherent, she was distraught and didn't know what to do, and suddenly a pair of cold hands covered the back of her hand, "I'll come." ”

I was a little hesitant at first, but I gradually relieved a lot.

Nangong moved his body, the sweat solidified his green silk, he opened his eyes slightly, his palm broke the misplaced bone steadily and powerfully, and with a crisp sound, he lowered his head with a calm expression.

For a moment, he saw that he twisted his neck to the side, and his collarbone was raised toweringly, which was very three-dimensional.

Before they could get any other emotions, a squeaking sound came from the entrance of the cave they came from, just blocking the entrance to the cave.

It was useless when she ran over, when she turned to look at Nangong Tilt, his face was extremely weak, and he sat quietly, motionless, and finally he slowly raised his head, his eyes were confused, and there were many shadows of her in front of him.

Just now, when Nangong Tian inserted the dagger into it, it was time for disgust to think that they were going to be trapped here.

Nangong tilted his head in the arms of the disgusting sheng, he really couldn't open his eyes, and the disgusting life found that his body was cold, rubbing his neck with both hands, and hugging him tightly.

Disgusted with life without any expression, her cheek was pressed against his forehead, and the cold air exhaled by Nangong hit her neck, and she took Nangong Tian's arm and wrapped his palm around her waist.

There was no place in her body that did not hurt, she silently hugged Nangong leaning, motionless......

It was getting dark.

The biting cold blew to the disgusting life, and the fingertips attached to Nangong Tian's face trembled slightly, and the slender fingertips slowly curled up in a ball, and closed her eyes lightly.