At the critical moment, Mo Shuruo actually saw him rushing out and grabbed the rope next to her arm in time. Yan Jue was forcibly dragged out half of her body. He threw out a thousand-knot whip with his left hand and wrapped it around the stubborn rock on the cliff wall.
Controlled the tendency to continue falling.
Drops of warm blood fell on her cold cheek. His right hand was already injured, but when he grabbed such a huge boulder, his blood vessels burst open.
"Yan Jue..." She almost cried. She had already seen the end of her life, but accidents kept coming one after another. Uncle Mo had no choice but to say: "Let go."
If one of them has to die, she hopes he can live well.
He said with difficulty: "I won't let go."
A stone fell from above his head, and Mo Shuruo hurriedly shouted, "Be careful!"
But how to avoid it now?
The stone rolled over Yan Jue and fell to the bottom of the cliff. Although he didn't make a sound, she heard the cracking sound of the stone hitting her shoulder bone.
"Let go, don't be brave. It's me who insists on following me. This has nothing to do with you. You don't need to worry about me." Her eyes were obviously wide enough, but she couldn't see his face clearly. She couldn't see him anymore.
I know how many tears I shed.
She didn't want him to die, and she didn't want to die like this. At least, let her take a closer look at him. But at this critical moment, there was no time for her to think about anything else and make a decision in her heart. She suppressed her tears and whispered
: "I want to live..." For my grandfather and myself, I want to live well.
He looked down at her, "Mo Shuruo, you won't die."
"I know." She laughed, "I have always believed in you." After a pause, she said: "There is a dagger in my satchel. I had it in my hand when we were on the platform." She moved the quilt.
His hands were tied tightly, "If I cut the rope, you have a chance to save me with a snap of your fingers."
He seemed to believe it, his eyes were a little panicked, "Mo Shuruo!"
"I'm already doing it. This is no choice. I'll count to three and you let go of the rope. You have to catch me when the boulder falls."
"..."
"three……"
"Uncle Mo, please don't mess around..."
"two……"
Between the tangled emotions, the chaotic situation, and his body on the verge of fainting, he had no time to think about it. The countdown made his chest feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
"one."
Suddenly hearing the last word she said, he let out a low growl and used his last strength to lift her up. The blood vessels in the wound on his right hand burst again, and he was dressed in white, with the right half almost dyed red. The moment his fingers were released,
, he thought, even if he let go of his hand, this power would allow her to stay in the air for a second longer, and he would be able to hug her in just that second.
In an instant, he suddenly felt a warmth coming from his lips. It was just a quick moment, and he didn't even have time to realize what the feeling was.
When he reached out to grab her, he only grabbed a part of her clothes, but the force he felt was not the weight of a person...
His eyes widened, Mo Shuruo, you lied to me...
"Mo Shuruo!!"
The speed of falling was so fast that she gradually couldn't see things clearly and couldn't imagine the situation she was in. She only felt that she was in darkness and extremely weightless, as if a monster had entangled her feet and dragged her to hell, making it difficult to breathe.
She closed her eyes.
sorry……
The dagger given by Xiang Jingyi has long since disappeared. She lied just because she wanted him to let go. Under such circumstances, he could only protect himself. If he cares about her again, his chance of survival is too small.
Yan Jue squeezed a piece of rag in his hand and suddenly saw him withdraw his whip and jump down into the abyss of the cave.
After a long fall, he originally thought that what awaited him would be the shattering feeling of his body hitting the rocks, but he unexpectedly fell into an underground river. In the breathless space, he fainted for a moment, and the cold and biting river water quickly woke him up.
Turn. The first reaction in my mind was to stretch out my hand and grab it randomly within reach, but except for the water flowing through my hand, there was nothing else...
He couldn't touch or shout, and for the first time he hated that he couldn't see anything. He dived and explored randomly, hoping to find Mo Shuruo.
Suddenly, the corner of his left sleeve was grabbed by someone. He was stunned for a moment, reached out and grabbed someone's arm, pulled hard, grabbed her with his right hand, and held her firmly in his arms.
Perhaps it was God's mercy that after falling into the water, she broke free of the rope although it took some effort. After she dived for a while, she actually saw a little white shadow in her turbid vision.
At that moment, I couldn't express happiness, but more shock. Yan Jue actually jumped off the cliff for her? For her, he even risked his life?
The flow of water in the underground river was slow, and although both of them were injured, they both made it ashore safely.
They supported each other and walked onto the flat rocks along the bank. Both of them fell to the ground in an instant. She crawled over, lay beside him and shook his shoulders, "Yan Jue, wake up..." Rubbing his cold fingers with both hands,
The voice was choked: "Don't sleep, just talk to me..."
Yan Jue lost too much blood and was exhausted. It was difficult to even open his eyes.
She turned around and carried him on her back, but after so many years, they had grown up, and she could no longer carry him. After moving a few steps, he fell to the ground again. Mo Shuruo crawled over and held Yan Jue in his arms.
Here, I cried as if the whole world had been destroyed.
"Yanjue, don't leave me..."
Who is speaking?
He couldn't open his eyes, but he could feel the burning sensation of tears falling on his face.
The temperature is as high as that of Lin Xing.
Who is crying for him? Who in this world will cry for him?
"I beg you to open your eyes, even if you can't see me, open your eyes..."
He frowned and spit out a mouthful of blood. Mo Shuruo was scared to death, holding his face and crying, "Yan Jue... don't scare me..."
"Mo Shuruo?"
She held his hand and put it on her face, "It's me, I'm Mo Shuruo, I'm still alive, we are all still alive!"
He smiled and said, "That's great."
Mo Shuruo rushed over and hugged him, saying incoherently: "No, it's not good at all. You shouldn't have come to save me. Look at what you have become now. How good is this!"
Because he was powerless, his voice was very soft but calm, "I said I would protect you."
Mo Shuruo stood up and wiped his tears, "I don't want you to protect me, I just want you to be well."
He was still smiling, looking up without saying a word.
After a long while, he took out a red box from his waist and handed it to her, "Open it."
"What is this?" Mo Shuruo took it and opened it. A golden butterfly with blood-red wings flew out of the box and flew into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
He closed his eyes again, "The red-feathered golden butterfly is a treasure used by Feihua Valley to find things. This one was given to me by Red Mandrill. I didn't expect it to come in handy today. This place is not far from Feihua Valley. If you can go back and forth quickly, you can
Just three hours."
"Really!" As if he had been saved, Mo Shuruo felt a little happy in his heart. However, three hours was too long for them, not to mention that Yan Jue was seriously injured. She saw that his right arm had been washed away by water.
He frowned and said, "Tell me the truth, how long can you survive?"
He didn't intend to lie to her, "Half an hour."
"No, no." How can it be done in such a short time! She shook her head, "When I talk to you, don't you say you like to listen to me? I tell you things about my childhood, the beautiful scenery of Qing'an, snacks, you
If you enjoy listening to it, you will definitely not feel sleepy."
He said funnyly: "I'm not sleepy, but I promise you, I won't die."
"Have you agreed?" Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her nose was dripping with mucus. "You won't lie to me like daddy?"
"Really, I do what I say."
Mo Shuruo held his hand tightly and refused to let go, "Although I know what you are like, I always subconsciously thought that you are like a god and will not suffer from birth, old age, illness or death. But when I saw you covered in blood, I was so scared.
, I’ve never been so scared.”
"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid you will die." Mo Shuruo sobbed, "I'm afraid you will leave me..."
"Everyone will die, not to mention that every city lord of Tianmu Peak will not live long. Do you remember," he couldn't help but talk about it, "my master Qianhe, he is a great person, but he
On the day he went there, I heard he was just playing the piano. Maybe he didn’t even know the time had come, he just fell asleep that afternoon."
Mo Shuruo came to a conclusion, "Then there must be no one he cares about."
Yan Jue was surprised, "How do you say that?"
She explained: "If he had someone he cared about and was worried about, he wouldn't have walked so peacefully."
"Even if you worry about it, so what. The deadline has come, and what needs to go will eventually go." He said it without any ups and downs, as if he was discussing the decline of plum blossoms in winter and spring, so calm.
"Do you know why your master asked him to raise Hua Ci when Lord Fuxi was frustrated?"
"..." He couldn't answer because he knew.
Mo Shuruo continued: "When people are concerned about death, they will not take death calmly, but will strive to live longer." Human beings are not like animals that resign themselves to fate. They have emotions and thoughts, and will always create miracles.
In the quiet space, the river flows from high to low. Yan Jue said: "Do you want me to live?"
Mo Shuruo was surprised, "You don't want to live? Tianmu Peak, Lord Fuxiang, Xiaoci, are they not in your heart? Are they not your concern?"
He smiled and shook his head, "In my heart, if I have to face death next moment, I will still have no worries."
These words made Mo Shuruo panic, and she grabbed his shoulders, "Then think about me, what will happen to me if you die because of this?"
Yanjue said calmly: "I'll forget about it after thinking about it for a few years."
"I can't forget it!" She said sternly: "How can you forget it? You can't see my face or my heart, so you don't understand!"
He was stunned for a moment, "I understand."
She shook her head, "No, you won't understand."
The empty underground river became quiet again, and the banquet would no longer continue to debate this issue.
"How did you find out that I can't see?"
Mo Shuruo let go of his hand and sat down again, recovering from his trance, "Do you remember the night when Xinling presented the Ghost Festival? I didn't actually paint, I just wrote a few words."
Yanjue lay on the ground and sighed: "So you knew it so early..."
"Actually, there are still many things you don't know." He doesn't know if there will be a tomorrow after today. Mo Shuruo no longer wants to hide the little secrets in his heart, "It was me who caused you to lose your eyes on Tianmu Peak...
I didn't expect you to hide it so well. For four years, you deceived everyone, including me."
"On Tianmu Peak?" Yan Jue was surprised and seemed to be remembering something.
Mo Shuruo continued: "Do you still remember the first time we met?" She gently wiped away the blood on his lips with a warm smile, "When I first arrived at Tianmu Peak that year, I got lost and met you.
You said to me, 'What are you afraid of? I just want to ask you if you can't find the way back'."
Yanjue was surprised, "That girl is you!"
She smiled and said: "I also hide it well."
"I should have thought that it was you." She didn't do anything to hide it in the first place. He just didn't realize it. "I remember that I was already at the foot of the mountain after waking up. At that time, I asked Hua Ci, but she didn't mention anything.
If you say you don't know, I always thought you were dead..."
Mo Shuruo sat beside him motionless, looking into the darkness in the distance, as if he had returned to the time when we first met. "If I hadn't met you, you would not have lost your light..."
"I..." His voice was weak, and his energy began to fade, "I... didn't blame..."
Mo Shuruo watched him slowly close his eyes, and no longer wanted to wake him up like crazy. Instead, he cried and laughed at the same time, "You don't blame me, but I blame myself..." She cried like a mess, "You know
Well... I have liked a person for many years, and I have been in love with him since the first moment I saw him. But to him, I am just a stranger." Thinking of what he just said, she rejected it again, "
No, it's not a stranger, it should be a dead person..."
Maybe it was because she was unwilling to let five years of love go to waste and her true feelings were wasted. Or maybe it was his kindness that made her mistakenly think that it was love. At this moment, even if she didn't get a response from him, she wouldn't
She felt sad, at least she told him in front of him.
Tears fell one by one, and she returned her eyes to his face, but her body remained motionless, "Have you ever liked someone?" She just looked at him, her eyes burning, full of friendship, as if she wanted to
Make up for everything in the next life. "If I can't see him again in this life, I won't be happy even if I'm alive." She laughed and cried, slowly closed her eyes, tilted her body, and fainted next to him.
In the underground river, there is only the continuous sound of water.
In the mist, there are red flying flowers flying all over the sky.