Chapter 229: [Life is as if we met for the first time] Even if we die, we will be together
"You... fell in love with her?" An Fei's hands trembled slightly and he looked at the different eyes under the silver mask in disbelief.
"It hurts here, it hurts like tearing apart." Bai Zhanfeng suddenly raised his hand, holding his heart in confusion, and turned to look at An Fei: "Is it love? I've fallen in love with it a long time ago, right?"
An Fei was stunned, but was suddenly thrown away by Bai Zhanfeng in an instant
"Palace Master——"
As soon as An Fei saw him, he jumped down in the direction of Eleven's fall. He was about to catch him, but he could only stare at the figure flying so fast. He used Qing Kung Fu to speed up his fall when he was suffering from severe internal injuries.
Eleven felt that his whole body was falling, as if there was no end, just like the emptiness when his soul could not find a home. He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the rapid wind blowing against him, and the sudden cold snow blowing him unawares.
What, she seems to be crying
Why are you crying?
She doesn't even know
Until he opened his eyes slightly, he seemed to see someone falling down, and Eleven was shocked, "Bai Zhanfeng??"
"Give me your hand!" Bai Zhanfeng pressed harder on the cliff and rushed down faster: "Eleven, give me your hand quickly!"
Eleven was surprised, and instinctively slowly raised her numb hand until the cold but strangely warm hand pulled her hard, but she could only stare at that person blankly, full of shock.
, so shocked that I couldn’t make a sound
"Don't be afraid!" Bai Zhanfeng held her hand and said,
"Hold on!" He lowered his head and looked at her
Eleven blinked and nodded quickly, but he didn't know what to say, but tears began to well up in his eyes for no reason, and he raised his hands to hold his wrist tightly.
Bai Zhanfeng smiled softly, and then his feet touched the cliff again. After slowing down for a while, his eyes looked for a place where he could temporarily hold his hands.
The familiar smell of sandalwood spread in his nose, and Eleven suddenly laughed: "You won't let me die? Will Long Lilie be mad to death?" Unconsciously murmuring, he felt that there were many phantoms in front of his eyes, and the strong wind seemed to blow away someone's silver.
The mask was blown open slightly.
Such a familiar face
Beautiful as a pear blossom
It's a dream
she laughs
The pale hand fell down weakly in an instant, and the mind that persisted in refusing to faint finally sank weakly into the deep darkness in the full scent of sandalwood.
Bai Zhanfeng suddenly hugged her tighter, fearing that she would suddenly disappear in the next moment.