Chapter 448

It seems to value the picture very much.

Wen churan grasped the sleeves of Sheng Shimo and asked carefully, "what should we do now?"

Sheng Shimo was already a little out of strength and gasped slightly, but he was still patient to comfort her, "don't be afraid, I protect you."

Wen's first dyed nose suddenly sour.

fool! She didn't want him to work hard to protect himself. She wanted both of them to live well.

At this time, the beast suddenly became ferocious again, opened his mouth to them and rushed up again.

Sheng Shimo turned and continued to run.

Wen churan noticed that the man's speed was getting slower and slower, and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, so he hurried to shout, "when the ink is in full bloom, please put me down! Stop holding me, I can run myself! "

The man turned a deaf ear and just kept her in his arms.

I don't know how long later, Sheng Shimo's physical strength was overdrawn completely, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

At that moment, he threw Wen churan away.

The beast sprang forward and pressed him hard.

He snorted stiffly, and a stream of blood poured out of his mouth immediately.

"Sheng Shimo!"

Wen churan quickly climbed in front of Sheng Shimo and trembled and covered his mouth, but the blood still flowed out of her fingers.

The beast was still pressed on Sheng Shimo and kept rolling back and forth.

The sound of broken bones echoed in the empty stone chamber

Click one after another, like a sharp blade, tearing Wen churan's heart.

She stood up crying and pushed the beast hard, hitting its hard body one by one.

"Go away! Go away! " She roared angrily, but finally she could only plead, "don't press him anymore... I beg you not to press him again..."

In full bloom, Mo pulled Wen churan back with a movable hand, and then covered her eyes with her palm.

When the man opened his mouth, the blood was still gushing, and his voice became vague.

How did he endure the pain of life rather than death, and how did he try his best to open his mouth gently as always when his bones were broken.

"Wen churan... You once told me that wanting to be together is love..."

With a click, the ribs seemed to be broken.

His voice trembled uncontrollably, but he continued, "later, I think love should be together after death. Now... I finally understand that even if I die... I also want you to live well, which is the real love... "

The palm covering the woman's eyes suddenly felt a warm heat. It was her surging tears that soaked his palm.

She seemed to have expected what he was going to do, so she shook her head desperately and cried, "Sheng Shimo... Don't... Don't leave me alone... Please... Please! We agreed... To get out alive together! You don't... "

In the dark of sight, there was a man's laughter and spoiled comfort in his ears.

"Wen churan, listen to me... Close your eyes and it will pass soon..."

"No... no!!!" Wen churan finally screamed.

Sheng Shimo didn't know where the great strength came from. He carried the huge beast on his back and supported his upper body.

Then he knelt on the ground, stretched out a broken arm, endured severe pain and touched the movable slate.

The other uninjured hand picked up Wen Chu's back collar.