Chapter 735: Suffering Together

In the face of Ye Qingcheng's call, Luo Shen did not react, and his weak body was still trembling. Any life that falls into a deep coma or a deep slumber has little resistance to death.

He had to wake her up before she was drained of life from the prison. He took her in his arms and sat in the birdcage, looking sadly at her unconscious, emaciated appearance. She shouldn't have to bear this, she didn't do anything wrong, she just liked someone by mistake, but she was repeatedly implicated because of him, and this time she even took her life.

He was full of guilt, but he didn't know what to do.

This is a heroic prison, and without the help of an outside force, he will never be able to escape from here. He couldn't save Roselle, all he could do was to turn into two dried corpses with her.

Not to mention Roselle, even if he is here, he can't bear it for a few days. He didn't know what was going on in the outside world, but he longed to get out alive.

In desperation, he shouted loudly again, but in this enclosed space, there were only echoes of helplessness.

Suddenly, a gold-spotted, cyan tadpole head popped out of his shoulder. With the one-eyed on his forehead, he stared at Roselle, then stuck out his tongue and greedily licked his sharp fangs. Seeing it like this, Ye Qingcheng suddenly showed a frightened expression, looked down at Luo Shen in his arms, shook his head nervously and said, "No, you can't die!"

The left scale vine smelled the breath of the yin soul and came out of his soul space, which also means that Luo Shen has really reached the last moment.

"Xiao Ling, can you go out?" Ye Qingcheng hurriedly asked.

Hearing this, the left scale vine immediately flew out from Ye Qingcheng's shoulder. However, just as it was about to fly out of the barn, jet-black lightning suddenly exploded from the bar, and the thunderbolt pierced its body like a needle, and it immediately screamed in pain, then turned around and flew back, melting its body onto Ye Qingcheng's shoulder, and re-dodging into his soul space.

The left scale vine couldn't escape from here, but instead gave him a death reminder.

Roselle is dying. But he couldn't do anything.

He looked sadly at the golden prison and snapped back to her previous words.

A man can't refuse a woman too many times, or the day he loses her, all these rejections will turn into pain, torment him deeply, and make him regret forever.

Suddenly, uncontrollable sadness welled up in his heart, and his heart was almost suffocated. He really regretted it, regretted why he agreed to her to come with him at that time! It was his hesitation that hurt her, and if she was to die completely, she would leave, even if she would be lonely for a while in the future, she could live freely, live by a lake full of grass and trees, and be a white snake without worry.

In the midst of his grief, his eyes were sour, and tears fell and splashed on her dry mouth.

At this time, the corners of her mouth made a slight movement and gently pursed it. This caught his attention, and he immediately reached out his palm, bit his palm, and then clenched his fist, and drops of sticky blood, dripping from his fist, fell onto her lips.

Her lips were red with blood, and she unconsciously moved her mouth slightly, and under her closed eyelids, her eyes moved slightly, like a person who was about to die of thirst, suddenly looking for a few drops of dew, and regained some vitality in despair.

He clenched his fists motionlessly, and even though he squeezed it at all costs, he didn't squeeze out a few drops of blood. Eventually, his entire arm became weak and he had to switch to the other.

However, just as he was about to bite the other palm, her eyes opened slightly.

It was a pair of mesmerizing eyes, and in a daze, she saw him bite his palm, put his fist to her mouth, and look at her with a look that desperately wanted to save her.

Suddenly, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes like bursting embankments.

She pursed her lips and shook her head gently.

"There is no water here. Ye Qingcheng said: "I have no other way. ”

Roselle didn't speak, looking at him with teary eyes.

Ye Qingcheng showed a smile, withdrew his fist, and said sadly: "You must hold on, if you can get out alive, I would rather drown in the water!"

"You know what?" said Roselle hoarsely, "I don't care about that, I don't care when I die, I don't care where I die." I don't care how long I live, I don't care how long I get along with you, I don't care if I can stay with you for life, I want very few things, a little is enough. ”

"Don't talk nonsense. Ye Qingcheng said: "We will get out alive, and we will definitely turn evil into good fortune." ”

As he spoke, he said guiltily, "I shouldn't have brought you here!" ”

Roselle raised his hand with difficulty, put it on his, and said weakly: "In my eyes, you have always been a miser. If I don't come, you won't give me even the slightest thing. ”

Compared to Ye Qingcheng, Luo Shen seemed more calm, she didn't ask what happened, and she didn't ask where this was. She could feel the rapid loss of life, death was not far away, but there was no fear in her eyes, on the contrary, she looked at him, tears flowing.

"Don't cry. Ye Qingcheng stopped: "I'm afraid this is the last bit of water in your life." ”

Luo Shen smiled palely, his eyes always stayed on his face, reluctant to leave.

"Don't speak. Ye Qingcheng comforted: "Someone will come to save us, don't fall asleep again, otherwise you won't be able to sleep." ”

"Hmm. Roselle replied softly.

In this way, they looked at each other and were silent for a long time.

Roselle's eyes grew tired, her breathing became weaker and weaker, and her eyelids slowly closed. Ye Qingcheng woke her up several times, and in the end, even he couldn't resist the torture of tiredness, and his eyelids drooped.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the voice of Roselle.

"Cold. ”

He opened his eyes sharply, shook his head, and found that Roselle was in a state of confusion. He held her tightly in his arms and prayed, "Don't sleep, don't sleep." ”

"Great young master. ”

Suddenly, an old voice came, and Ye Qingcheng was so frightened that he suddenly raised up.

In the distance, on a golden wall, an ethereal shadow came out. A short, senile old woman flew over, she was only three or four feet tall, with a kind countenance, with the peculiar pointed ears of goblins, like rabbit ears, and her face had a withered brown, an old corpse color.

"It's you!" Ye Qingcheng's eyes widened.

This short old woman is the goblin old woman holding a broom in his mother's ancestral hall. She had been dead for more than ten years, and now she was just a ghostly ghost like smoke.

"Mother-in-law, is there anything you can do to save us out?" Ye Qingcheng said immediately, the fire of hope rekindled in his eyes.

The goblin old woman shook her head and said, "I'm just a ghost, I can't do anything. ”

The hope in Ye Qingcheng's eyes immediately dimmed.