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990 Life is dying 1

Of course, while throwing it out, he used his last bit of strength to wrap her up so that she would not be injured when she fell.

"Bang--"

The lightning spread all over Nangong Liuyun's body.

Nangong Liuyun, who had been seriously injured long ago, could no longer hold on. He staggered and rolled down the cliff.

Nangong Liuyun opened his eyes with difficulty.

By this time the violent storm had already stopped.

The thick dark clouds have also dispersed.

Looking up is a clear sky, looking down is an environment ravaged by war.

"Luoluo!" Nangong Liuyun sat up anxiously.

Because he got up too quickly, the wounds on his body were pulled, and Nangong Liuyun vomited out another mouthful of blood.

This battle with Fairy Yanxia was the most intense battle in his life.

In addition, Nangong Liuyun suffered serious internal injuries after being affected by the lightning ball in the end.

However, there seemed to be no trace of serious injury on his face.

Nangong Liuyun covered his chest, stood up eagerly, and looked around anxiously.

Although when he threw Su Luo out, he had already used his last strength to protect her.

However, his Luo Luo body was so weak and his injuries were so serious. The slightest disturbance would be fatal.

Nangong Liuyun walked forward hurriedly, but his foot slipped and his seriously injured body fell to the ground in an awkward manner.

He casually wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, stood up hastily, and looked around anxiously.

"Luoluo! Luoluo!"

Every time he shouted, he would cough up a mouthful of blood.

But he didn't care at all. He shouted and coughed as he walked.

Suddenly, he saw a delicate white figure in the distance.

She lay there motionless.

Her beautiful face was stained by the rain, and her face was pale without any trace of blood.

Her eyes were closed tightly, and her body was so thin that it was almost transparent.

Nangong Liuyun's legs were as stiff as if they were filled with lead.

His throat was tight and dry.

Su Luo's fingers moved slightly.

Nangong Liuyun's eyes burst out with a ray of hope.

Those legs that looked like they were taking root finally walked quickly towards Su Luo.

The surroundings were rugged and uneven, but Su Luo was lying on a soft grass.

Nangong Liuyun squatted in front of her, held her hand, and stared at him nervously.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her breathing was like a gossamer, as if she would be cut off at the next moment...

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The pain gradually became more severe, and finally became as strong as wine.

"Luoluo—" Nangong Liuyun squeezed out an ugly smile, "Luoluo, it's me, wake up."

However, what responded to him was Su Luo's intermittent breathing.

Nangong Liuyun's voice was harsh, and he held her hand tightly: "Luoluo..."

Nangong Liuyun, who had never been panicked before, was flustered and panicked at this moment.

Her breath is very light, very light...almost inaudible.

At this moment, Nangong Liuyun's eyes turned red, and the water in his eyes was blurred.

"Luoluo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He hugged her tightly, buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, and kept apologizing.

If he hadn't left on his own accord, if he hadn't come too late, how could his Luo Luo be like this?

Nangong Liuyun's uncontrollable sobs could be heard intermittently.

However, what responded to him was Su Luo's tightly closed eyes and her gradually cold body.

Nangong Liuyun suddenly noticed Su Luo's physical condition, and he was so frightened that his face turned as pale as snow.

"Luoluo! Luoluo! Wake up, wake up!" Nangong Liuyun shook her body excitedly.


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