There is a long wind in the North Ming Dynasty, it is a long wind in the North Ming Dynasty.
Ziyu's body shook violently, and she immediately held back the breath she was about to exhale. The young master found her.
The body that was stuck in the mud was almost torn up. Ziyu felt that he was being pulled along. His face was so painful from being hit in the mud. When his face was almost torn apart, his body suddenly lightened up and was wrapped around him.
The heavy mud holding her disappeared, and her body broke out of the mud.
Out, she came out.
Before she could feel Bei Ming Changfeng beside her, Bei Ming Changfeng quickly threw his hands on her face and quickly pulled off the mud that clung to her face and blocked her nostrils and mouth.
Air, long-lost air.
Ziyu opened her mouth and nose crazily, breathing heavily. There was a burning pain in her chest. When the air flowed through her lungs, it almost made her cramp in pain.
"Cough cough cough..." After a large amount of air came in, Ziyu couldn't help but cough. Foamy blood came out from between her mouth and nose, suffocating and squeezing her lungs.
It was almost, just a small chance that her life would be lost.
He weakly raised his hand to catch the porcelain bottle spit out from his mouth. Ziyu coughed and reached out to grab the mud that stuck to his eyes.
"Well." A strong and rigid embrace suddenly hugged her tightly, and Ziyu's hand stopped in front of her so tightly that she couldn't move.
It was Beiming Changfeng, it was Beiming Changfeng who hugged her.
The rapid breathing sounded in the ears, and the head was pressed against the chest, and one could clearly hear the thunderous heartbeat of Beiming Changfeng. It was fast, very fast, and the embrace was so tight that it almost strangled him and her to death. The body that had never been invulnerable was now
The moment is trembling slightly, there is a long wind in the north, a long wind in the north, this is...
Her eyes were covered with mud and couldn't be opened. Ziyu couldn't see the Changfeng in the North Ming Dynasty, but she felt it.
Bei Ming Changfeng was afraid, he was afraid of losing her, he was afraid that she would almost die, he was afraid of the consequences if he came a step too late...
His lungs were still very uncomfortable, but his heart was so soft that it felt like water. Ziyu's hand that was stopped in mid-air froze, and then he slowly stroked Beiming Changfeng's back and said in a hoarse voice: "Isn't this a good thing for me?
Yes, young master, please don't cry."
Beiming Changfeng didn't respond, but hugged her tighter.
Seeing this, Ziyu tried his best to make a smile: "Don't worry anymore. Look, I'm not worried at all that you can't save me, because I know you will definitely be able to find me, and I will definitely persist until you come to save me."
I, you see, I have such strong confidence in you, don’t you have such confidence in me? Young Master, I will live, we will live together, I will not retreat first, ouch..."
Beiming Changfeng suddenly took action and hit Ziyu hard on the butt.
Very cruel.
"If you dare to ask me to collect your body, I will crush all your relatives to ashes." Bei Ming Changfeng said almost every word from his teeth in a hoarse voice with an absolutely cold hardness.
Ziyu's fake smile froze, and then he waved his hand pretending not to care: "Okay, it's such a happy decision, I will never let this day pass to you."
Beiming Changfeng did not respond to Ziyu's words, but after a long time, a cold snort came out of Ziyu's ear.
Seeing this, Ziyu closed his eyes and smiled in apology, while waving his other hand: "Young Master, I've got the antidote. How about you let me go first? I'll drink it first..."