The wind became somewhat violent, even spectacular, and began to lift a thick layer of yellow sand like a shovel, becoming its own ornament, and its own sharp teeth, and began to destroy everything it could come across. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The flames were a little panicked by the wind, like a group of people who were still sacrificing, dancing wildly.

The flames that were put out by Ning Yi were not simple firewood, so they were not extinguished under the destruction of the strong wind, nor did they make any changes in the fire ring, but the shape became longer and longer, and it became more and more crazy.

Through the firelight, Wang Shi could be seen wearing a white robe, and this white robe was the same clothes he used to wrap Ning Yi in the beginning, and now it was draped on his body again.

He seemed to have fallen asleep, and in the light of the fire, he could only see his calm and smiling face, as if he was very satisfied.

Indeed, when he fell, he was still smiling, and did not show any expression of pain.

If you look inside the ring of fire, you can see the whole picture. In the light of a circle of fire, the gloomy night was dispelled, very bright, but also a soft brightness.

People love lights, not only because of the darkness of the night, but also because they are undoubtedly more gentle than the harsh sunlight.

These flames, which are made from the remnants of life, are almost sacrificing oneself to emit light and heat, which is obviously more able to soothe a person's emotions. Even if he is a violent person, he will look much calmer under the light of the lamp.

Light and shadow overlap here, reflecting the faces of two people.

Underneath Wang Shi was Ning Yi, who was lying flat.

Ning Yi would not be stupid enough to press on Wang Shi's body, in that case, he would not be able to die in the first place, and it would be completely finished now. So Ning Yi lay on the ground and put him on it.

Using one's own temperature to dispel the coldness of another person, such a bridge is a bit old-fashioned, even a little rotten, and any person on the street can make up such a story for you.

However, some very bad stories can happen to you, and you follow those old plots.

You will never be able to appreciate what you feel about something that you have not experienced, and you will never be able to make the most sincere evaluation.

Only experience can support a soul.

The cold touch and the roughness of the wound were clearly transmitted to Ning Yi's heart through the contact of the skin. I didn't shiver because of the cold, and I didn't have any different emotions.

It's like a mother who never cares about gender when she picks up her baby.

In the beating light and shadow, Ning Yi carefully observed Wang Shi's face, slowly moving his gaze, trying to contain all this into his eyes.

Such a gaze is like a pair of gentle hands gently touching this face.

From the eyebrows to the tip of the nose to the lips, and then slowly stretch outward, slowly touching the still somewhat immature face...... It seems that with such a touch, you can feel the soul of another person, you can understand what he has experienced in his life, and you can understand what kind of person is in front of you.

Sometimes it doesn't take two people to talk non-stop.

As long as you sit quietly and the other one looks at you from a distance or close, you will be able to express too many emotions and be able to say all your thoughts.

There were some slightly furrowed brows, there was still a smile on the corners of his mouth, the clear and somewhat cold eyes had been gently closed at this time, a pair of beautiful earlobes, and thick hair......

Ning Yi observed very carefully, and blew lightly, blowing on Wang Shi's face. On some cold nights, this breath turned into a cloud of mist, which seemed extremely clear, and gently stroked Wang Shi's face.

It's like a father teasing his daughter and spitting a cigarette at her, but now the role is not a father and a daughter.

As if he had done something very happy, Ning Yi couldn't help but have a smile in his eyes.

Slightly, Ning Yi raised his head and shook it.

The tips of the noses touched each other gently, and then slightly rubbed the tips of the other's noses.

It's not like the numbness or electric shock mentioned in the novel before, Ning Yi just feels very warm in his heart, and there is a kind of steadfastness to eat a full meal.

Very greedily, reluctant to leave, Ning Yi gently rubbed his nose again.

Smiling slightly, Ning Yi gently closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

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Fall, fall, fall......

There is only infinite coldness and darkness.

It can be said that Wang Shi has encountered almost the same scene countless times, and each time the will can survive in it, but every time he experiences it, he doesn't want to experience it a second time.

The actor who has walked through the tightrope countless times has almost reached the realm of walking on the ground, but the moment he fell, he would not have thought that this would be his last performance.

The struggle on the edge of life and death is the most tempering thing, but it can also easily carry people's lives. It's better not to go through too much of this kind of tempering.

Even if his dying body has become like iron, and his will has long been tempered to be tougher than anyone else, he still can't ensure that he can survive, and he can only struggle with all his might.

In such a process, Wang Shi would rather burn in the Black Fire Dojo for a lifetime than go through it one more time.

Struggling on the edge of life and death is tantamount to being exiled to the void, without the length of time.

Maybe it's a long time, maybe it's a moment.

In the cold and darkness, it was as if a pair of gentle hands appeared and touched his face.

Wang Shi wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes seemed to be pressed against countless mountains, and he couldn't move at all, and could only glimpse the darkness.

The warmth on his face did not help Wang Shi resist death, and even because of this warmth, his will slackened a little, directly causing death to surge and swallow it instantly.

It's as if you are really going to be dragged into this endless abyss by death.

A person who had been running with all his might suddenly stopped, felt the comfort of resting, and could no longer run again, and the breath that had been held to the end was dispersed, and the breath that had broken the cauldron was gone, and it completely collapsed.

Between the struggle of life and death, there is no such laxity.

The whole body was shrouded in death, all of which became the black and gray of death, only a little warmth on the face, and a little bit of will.

Even if Wang Shi regains his strength, it is impossible to defeat death, if he is lucky to the extreme, he can at most keep himself alive, but he completely loses consciousness and becomes a vegetative person.

Now he is powerless to resist, and can only cling to that little bit of warmth to survive.

Fortunately, this little bit of warmth gradually expanded, becoming larger and larger, gradually spreading from the face to the neck and then to the entire body.

It's like bathing in holy light, and this warmth washes away death.

The cold and darkness around it still existed, but it had become a sacred land, protecting Wang Shi from surviving.

It's just that if you want to wake up, you still have to rely on Wang Shi himself.

The sudden transition from hell to heaven can only indulge in it and enjoy the happiness in it, and it is impossible for anyone to have the mind to wake up.

Once you have been touched by a gentle person, it is almost impossible to get out of it, especially in a dream-like environment.

If Wang Shi couldn't wake up, once this Wen Cun was evacuated and death returned, it would be impossible for him to make any resistance, and he would die completely in an instant.

It is very difficult to wake up from pain, and it is even harder to wake up from warmth.

There is no concept of time.

It's a short time, and it's a long time.

Wrapped in the warm ocean, with his own breath gently undulating, the tense nerves and body have been completely relaxed, so that almost with the feeling of drunken dreams and death, the person is trapped deeply.

This kind of warmth gave Wang Shi soothing, but once it disappeared, death would undoubtedly pull him into an even more terrifying darkness.

In the infinite warmth, in a trance, it seems that a face has appeared.

How to describe such a face?

It's like- you're coming.

Just as I had just prepared a table of dishes, scalded a pot of wine, and the room was still steaming, you pushed the door in and dusted off the snow on your shoulders. I smiled and said, "You're here."

I haven't started waiting yet, you're coming.

Just in time, you're here.

Suddenly, Wang Shi smiled, his eyebrows curled, and the corners of his mouth curled.

There is nothing more joyful than this one you are here.

So, Wang Shi began to open his eyes in this warmth, looking at the face that was gradually becoming clearer, there were not many waves in his heart, but it was already earth-shaking.

The darkness and coldness around him no longer posed any threat to Wang Shi.

......

A black storm that started out of nowhere, a violent burial of sand that came out of nowhere.

Even in the dark of night, they had to flee and leave the entire desert to them to rule.

The surging tide obscures the sky and the sun, sweeping everything.

Some of the people who were still marching in the desert disappeared without even exclaiming or wailing, not even a single bone remained.

The fury of the desert, the silence of death.

The Black Storm and the Storm of Sand began to devour everything in the desert, as if the entire desert had opened its mouth and was ready to eat.

From seeing from afar to being close at hand, it's just a matter of moments.

Compared to the Black Storm, this circle of flames is really a little weak, like a spark facing a tsunami. The wind generated by the oppression alone was enough to destroy it.

In fact, it is true, the ring of fire is already shaky.

At this time, Ning Yi in the fire circle had already fallen asleep gently, and Wang Shi was still struggling on the edge of life and death, so it was impossible for him to wake up and not see the danger in the future.

The all-engulfing Black Storm and the Storm of Sand are coming!

Slightly, Wang Shi's magic bronze ring seemed to move, and something came out automatically.