She took a deep breath, lit the fire, and tried her best to stand up and face him with her lips curled up: "Okay..."
"..."
"You want to take a photo, how do you take it?" Jing Jiaren walked up to him and took the camera, "Intimate? Kissing?"
Ximen Longting stared at her with a heavy gaze, his eyes were unfathomable.
Jing Jiaren picked up the camera and faced the camera, trying her best to smile.
"Jing Jiaren, you smile so ugly!"
"..."
"So afraid of death?" He hugged her, leaning his sharp chin slightly against her shoulder.
Jing Jiaren's eyelashes were wet and she shook her head: "I'm not afraid...I'm not afraid at all."
"You're shaking."
"What I'm afraid of is that you die..." she breathed, "I don't allow you to die before me!...Hmm."
Ximen Longting lowered his head and kissed her lips. His lips were dry and his mouth was slightly bitter.
Different from his usual overbearing kisses, this kiss was very weak...
Jing Jiaren clasped his hand and kissed him back fiercely. Wouldn't it be a good choice to hold them together and die together?
"Jing Jiaren, I love you!"
His deep voice spoke movingly...
"I love you, I love you too."
Ximen Longting's back trembled, and he held her shoulders tightly, his voice hoarse: "What did you say, say it again!?"
"Ximen Longting, I love you."
Ximen Longting's face was a little blurry in the smoke, and Jing Jiaren was suddenly afraid that he would disappear.
"I love you."
She kissed his chin, "I love you."
Kiss the tip of his nose, "Love you..."
Kissing every part of his facial features, she murmured softly that she loved him, that she really loved him... Only when it was time to part ways did she realize that this love was so heavy that it hurt.
Ximen Longting's hand was tightly clasped on her shoulder without saying a word.
Jing Jiaren said "I love you" so many times that her voice became hoarse due to the smoke in her throat.
"Cough cough cough..."
Thick smoke filled the air.
The billowing smoke soon made Jing Jiaren cough violently...
"I'll probably choke to death if not burned to death..." Jing Jiaren frowned and hugged Ximen Longting with both hands, somewhat resigned to her fate.
Ximen Longting raised his sword eyebrows, and his red eyes seemed to be filled with thick smoke, with a layer of mist floating around.
"Stupid woman, haven't you noticed that the smoke goes in one direction?"
Jing Jiaren was awakened and suddenly discovered that the smoke was actually going up to the ceiling, forming a small whirlpool of smoke.
Jing Jiaren said in surprise: "So the entrance is above? No wonder... we just searched for a long time and couldn't find the exit."
As long as there is an exit, there will be a connection gap.
Scorpions are not only afraid of fire, but also of thick smoke, so they hide in dark places and dare not come out.
Ximen Longting dragged a table, stepped on it in a few steps, and pushed the stone door on the ceiling, but it didn't move at all.
"Is there any mechanism?" Jing Jiaren looked around alertly, "You see the stone table. Everything here is made of wood. Only it is very inconsistent with the style of this room..."
Ximen Longting jumped off the chair and used all his strength to push the stone table...
The room was shaking a little, and the thick smoke was rising faster to the top. The gap must have opened wider.
"It is indeed here!"
Ximen Longting's cold eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly let go of his hand, taking out several anesthesia guns on his body and handing them to her.
Then there are daggers, lighters, mobile phones, wallets, etc...
"Take all these with you and get them ready." His face was very deep and serious.