Chapter 1738

However, Duanmu yawang's figure could not be seen, and the dancing white wind shadow under it seemed to pull away from the ground a little bit with the effect of the hurricane. The little white deer and Fang ruoxing who were just worried were about crying, "what does this mean, sister? Will they follow the wind?"

Fang ruoxing has always been spoiled and grown up by Lord Fang. She has hardly experienced hardship and has never tried to live or die. For such things, she has no ability to respond. Her heart is cold. She just looks at it blankly and her brain is blank.

"It can't be like this." the little white deer cried with tears in her eyes. "There are still many tasks waiting for my sister to do. If my sister doesn't do it, the waiting of others is meaningless. She can't die..."

Crying, he wiped his tears, "I'm going to find my sister."

When he said that, he would let Fang ruoxing go.

"No!"

Fang ruoxing recovered from his panic, grabbed the little white deer's hand and dared not loosen it tightly: "you can't go in. There's a distance of several meters. As soon as you leave our crowd, you will certainly be sucked in!"

"My sister is dead, and I have no meaning to live!" the little white deer kept struggling: "you let go of me, I want to find her!"

When he was born, he should accompany Duanmu yawang for generations!

It's always been like this before. He can't abandon her and live alone!

"No! You're still young. How can you say you don't have the meaning of living!" Fang ruoxing is weak, but he doesn't know where the strength comes from. He holds the little white deer's hand like pliers. The little white deer can't earn. "When you grow up, there must be a lot to do. You still have family, don't you?"

"I have no family!"

"Doesn't miss Duanmu have a grandfather?" Fang ruoxing doesn't know much about Duanmu yawang and the little white deer, but he also knows that Duanmu yawang has a grandfather. "Your grandfather will be sad, too."

Thinking of Duanmu Li Guang, the little white deer was stunned.

Yes, without Duanmu yawang, what should Duanmu Liguang do?

Similarly, what should he do if he follows Duanmu yawang from generation to generation?

Anyway, you can't live if you want to follow.

He kept struggling, but Fang ruoxing just didn't let him go.

He was immediately annoyed: "Miss Fang, I'm not an ordinary child. You can't control me. Let go, or I won't be polite to you!"

"Even if you want to fight me now, I can't let you go."

Fang ruoxing said calmly, however, her eyes were also red, "otherwise I'm sorry for Miss Duanmu."

Duanmu yawang is so kind to her, treats her and protects her. She must protect her brother!

"Miss Fang, you don't understand! If you don't let go of me, I'm sorry for my sister!"

"I let you go, just let you die. That's why I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry for your sister."

Fang ruoxing can't figure it out. Little white deer is usually so smart. He knows very well that he can't turn the world around with the past. It's also a dead end. He knows that the past is useless. Why should he die with it?

"You really don't make sense!"

The little white deer was angry and struggling more. Fang ruoxing couldn't help it. He thought of a move taught her by Lord Fang and put it behind the little white deer's neck. The little white deer's body softened in an instant.

Fang ruoxing breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, it's useful." when he said that, when the little white deer's body fell soft on the ground, he quickly picked up his little body.

However, she was weak. She couldn't hold on to a few-year-old child like the little white deer for a while, so she had to squat down and let the little white deer lie on her body. She hugged his body and maintained the state of holding him.

After doing everything, she turned her attention back to the hurricane.

Duanmu yawang and those dancing people have long disappeared, and the hurricane is slowly rising into the sky, and its attraction to people underground is getting smaller and smaller.

The others watched the hurricane disappear and cried with joy, "the hurricane is over, it's over, we don't have to die."

"Let's go home."

"Yes, let's go home."

Many people who had been watching the ceremony left one after another with tears.

Fang ruoxing couldn't hear everyone's happy voice. She just felt cold and confused.

Almost before long, everyone left a clean place. The whole big field was quiet all around.

There was a vast expanse of white around, but only Fang ruoxing and the little white deer were left.

Fang ruoxing felt that he had no perception, and there was only one idea in his mind. Did miss Duanmu and miss Ye really die?

Really dead?

……

Or, in fact, they can be saved?

Thinking so, she suddenly thought of her father.

"Yes, I'm going back to find Dad!"

Fang ruoxing suddenly woke up. She quickly stood up with the little white deer in her arms. "Dad must have a way to save them!"

But she was weak, she wore too much, and there was snow on the ground. She felt tired when walking. Now she had to hold a four or five-year-old child. The little white deer usually ate a lot. She was white and tender. After walking a few steps, she could hardly support it. She stumbled at her feet, and they fell to the ground together.

"Woo woo, what should I do?"

Fang ruoxing almost immediately cried. While crying, he was afraid that the little white deer would be cold when lying in the snow. He quickly dragged him up.

She squatted and they leaned on each other.

Such a series of movements took all her strength.

She had almost no idea of moving her feet. She was so tired that she kept panting while crying.

The more you cry, the more you feel sad and have no idea.

But without crying, she didn't know what she could do.

Blame her!

If only she were a little stronger, just a little stronger. She doesn't insist. She just needs to hold the child and let him go home safely.

However, at this time, a little bit of strength has been forced.

They stayed like this for a long time.

Fang ruoxing cried more and more tired.

"No, I can't." Fang ruoxing quickly wiped his tears and didn't dare to cry again.

As she sobbed, she kept patting the snow off the little white deer for fear that the snow would melt and cold the child.

After shooting the snowflake, she murmured, "it's not the way to go on like this." however, she really couldn't hold the child.

She couldn't leave the little white deer alone.

She immediately regretted, "I shouldn't have stunned you. I'm sorry, I..."

"Yes, I'll point the acupoint to see if I can wake you up." she thought so, so she started to point at the place where she had stunned the little white deer.

“……”

But it didn't work at all.

The little white deer didn't respond at all.

Fang ruoxing suddenly became more helpless and muttered to himself: "Dad only taught me how to point acupoints, but didn't teach me how to solve acupoints..."

Moreover, because she is weak and can't practice martial arts, she has taught for several years before she has such strength.

"I'll go back to find my father first, and I'll let someone pick you up." after thinking about it, Fang ruoxing had an idea. After all, it's not a way to wait in place all the time. Her father and dad can't come out casually on this festival, and they know that she is very trusted to go with Duanmu yawang, and won't come out easily.

So it can only be solved by going back.

Because, anyway, she believed that her father would find someone who could come out.

Thinking so, she tried to drag the little white deer to a place with stones, reluctantly lean on the stone instead of lying on the snow, and she could barely cover the snow.

After fixing the people, she was still afraid that the little white deer would be cold. After thinking about it, she took off her filial piety clothes. She quickly took off the sable on her body and put it on the little white deer. She wore the ordinary thin clothes and filial piety clothes inside. For a time, she was so cold that her teeth fought.

But she didn't care about it. She touched the head of the little white deer and whispered, "wait for me, I'll be back soon."

With that, his eyes turned red and his tears came down again.

She quickly erased it and stood up to run.

However, as soon as she got up, a gust of wind suddenly blew around. The wind was fast and strong. Her steps were unstable and fell again.

This fall, kneeling on the snow, I don't know whether the stone hit the ground or something, and the pain came from the knee