Yun Yao staggered and grabbed the piece of red, and then pulled out a robe.

Even though the robe was covered in mud, the dark red color could still be distinguished.

Yun Yao grabbed the robe, only to feel waves of coolness spreading from the bottom of her heart, the whole person fell into a blank, huge grief rolled and roared, and then tears burst out of her eyes.

It's his clothes......

Flower Moon Dyeing ......

"Yao'er." Bai Ye held her up, but she felt that her arms were cold, tears kept sliding down the corners of her eyes, and the whole person was extremely tight.

"Yao'er......" he called her, a little anxious, a little worried, and many, many distressed.

But no matter how much he called, she only held the dirty robe, motionless, as if she had no soul.

Seeing that her body was sinking deeper and deeper, Bai Ye surrounded her, and jumped onto the cliff as soon as her body was vertical.

Yun Yao struggled desperately as if she had been stimulated by something: "You let go of me!" You let go! ”

"Yao'er! I don't know how deep this underground swamp is, and if you sink into it, it will kill you! ”

She grabbed him, her eyes bright, but tears kept slipping out of those eyes, falling on the back of his hand drop by drop.

"He's dead! You'll want me to look for it! I'm just looking for you to stop it? ”

His body trembled, but he grabbed her tighter: "I won't let you take any chances, even if you hate me." ”

Her clenched lip suddenly overflowed with blood, and she looked at him in despair, and the hope in her eyes was extinguished: "If he dies...... And if he dies...... What should I do? ”

"Yao'er......" He had never seen such a look, not desperate and almost exhausted, nor unwilling to collapse, her pain, like a little snowball, rolled bigger and bigger, until her body could not bear it, and then she vomited a mouthful of blood.

His face changed, and her breath was almost fading, and she was about to break at any moment.

"Yao'er!" He panicked, and his true qi continued to pour into her body, but her body finally slowly softened.

"Yao'er! No! ”

He hugged her in horror, but her hand finally hung limply.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

Crystal brittle.

…………

Xiling Street.

Bai Ye rushed through the layers of crowds and ran forward, his whole body covered in mud, but he didn't realize it.

People scattered and got out of the way, and those who couldn't dodge were knocked to the ground.

A figure slowly walked through the panicked figure, not shocked or confused, and it looked like it was about to be hit by Bai Ye, but at the moment when the two collided, they avoided it without a trace.

"That man is holding a dead man in his arms, right?"

"He must be crazy enough to run around with a dead man!"

"Where did this come from, why is there sludge all over your body?"

…………

The person who ran didn't listen to the surrounding discussions, and only ran forward, but the next moment, a hand lightly put on his arm, his tense body suddenly froze, and Bai Ye suddenly raised his head.

A plain face, that is, the clothes are a little ragged, like a down-and-out traveler.

His hand, not light or heavy, rested on his wrist, had an extremely strange power that made him unable to resist.

The man's gaze did not look at him, but at the person in his arms, to be precise, the robe that Yun Yao was holding.

"Give it to me."

A faint voice, with a cold temperature.