A muffled thunder exploded in the sky. It was muffled at first, followed by thunder and heavy rain.
"Why?" Yu Qingjia stared at Murong Yan, her eyes sparkled, bright and persistent, "Why did you come to save me?"
In the many times before, such as revealing his identity during the assassination, the almost suffocating kiss in the rockery, Murong Yan tied her hair in the new year, every time Murong Yan took the initiative, Yu Qingjia was either embarrassed or shy, but always passive. It was the first time she was explicitly offensive.
Yu Qingjia's eyes reflected his figure clearly, she looked at people seriously, as if Murong Yan was the only one in her world.
Murong Yan's heart seemed to be torn apart, how could he be willing to hand over his poppies to others, but Yu Qingjia was not an object, she was a living person. If it was changed to anything, he could let his possessiveness do whatever he wanted, and would rather destroy it than let it fall into the hands of others, but that was Yu Qingjia.
He was afraid that she would be hot, that she would be cold, that she would be hurt, that she would be unhappy, and even more afraid that his dark side would hurt her. He has always only considered himself when doing things. He doesn't like children, he doesn't show filial piety to his elders, and he doesn't have any empathy. He wants Yu Qingjia to have the highest power in the world, the most beautiful clothes, and all the treasures that are praised by others.
Just because he cared too much, he couldn't afford to lose, he couldn't even trust himself. He never felt that there was anything wrong with his actions. As long as he had power, no one would dare to criticize him even if he was stupid and cruel. As for what the posterity would say after death, who would care? However, he was afraid that Yu Qingjia would not like it.
Yu Qingjia never said she was willing, and she only regarded him as a friend at first. She said that the person she likes should have an upright temperament, a good family, and a noble character. These are completely the opposite of Murong Yan, and she doesn't care about Murong Yan's background, martial arts, scheming, and status.
The weak and beautiful flower blooms just right in the sun, she is naturally suitable for light and rain, even if the abyss deceives itself and forcibly possesses her, it cannot let her survive.
That being the case, before he really owns it, he can still force himself to let go. This is already the limit of his patience.
Murong Yan lowered his head and looked at Yu Qingjia, what a pair of beautiful eyes, his blood was clamoring to possess, snatch, and then hide, so that she could only look at him from now on. Murong Yan smiled in his heart, if Yu Qingjia knew what he was thinking now, she would definitely not look at him with such eyes.
Murong Yan fastened Yu Qingjia's collar, and covered her with his coat. He was silent while doing a series, and Yu Qingjia also stared wide-eyed, ignoring the rain on his face, and looked at him stubbornly. The thunder covered many things, Murong Yan was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed. Before Yu Qingjia had time to know what happened, she heard Murong Yanzheng pull out the knife, and a cry came from behind: "There are wolves!"
Murong Yan pushed her away: "Go along this road, don't look back."
Yu Qingjia staggered and stood still. She turned around and wanted to grab Murong Yan, but the crowd behind her was frightened and scrambled to squeeze out. Yu Qingjia was hit by the crowd and couldn't stand still. She tried her best to hold the stone on the side of the road, stood on tiptoe and shouted: "Fox!"
Murong Yan heard Yu Qingjia's voice, her voice was aggrieved and helpless, with a strong accusation of being abandoned, Murong Yan's fingers holding the knife tightened, but in the end she still didn't look back.
The earthquake shook the wolves in the deep mountains, and now the wolves are frightened and have lost their habitat. This group of people is the rations delivered to their door. Murong Yan doesn't have any hobbies such as helping others, sacrificing himself for others, but Yu Qingjia is also in the crowd. In the field, only he has enough ability to deal with the wolves behind.
Murong Yan went upstream against the current, none of the people who swarmed down dared to stand in front of Murong Yan, they all scrambled to get out of the way from a long distance away. Murong Yan traveled unimpeded all the way, but Yu Qingjia was frequently blocked by the crowd. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two of them widened.
Yu Qingjia was so angry that she was almost to death, and she was almost pushed down by the crowd. Yu Qingjia held on to the protruding stones to barely stabilize her figure. She was very angry, wiped off the rain on her face, and said sternly: "Back the promise, don't keep promises, if you do this again, I will really leave!"
After finishing speaking, Yu Qingjia thought of something, and sighed dejectedly: "He is a person who does not keep his promise."
Before Yu Qingjia finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently. Yu Qingjia grabbed the stone and managed to avoid falling to the ground, but the others didn't have such luck. They swayed from side to side, and most of them fell into the mud. Yu Qingjia looked up at the mountain, and the crowd behind him cried out in panic: "The ground is shaking again, this road is about to collapse."
This is a narrow road with jagged rocks on both sides. If the road collapses, the people locked in it will be blocked from the front, and there will be wolves behind. What should we do?
Yu Qingjia looked serious, and immediately pushed the person away to run back. A person next to him held Yu Qingjia back and shouted loudly: "Little lady, run quickly, there are wolves behind, once this road collapses, you will still be giving rations to the wolves in vain, even if you don't get stoned to death. "
"But he is still behind to stop the wolf for us, we are all gone, what should he do?"
The speaker's expression froze for a moment, and he said falteringly: "Anyway, the man wearing the mask is very skilled, and he looks amazing. He must have a way."
Yu Qingjia shook off the opponent's hand vigorously, her bright eyes widened, and she looked at the speaker coldly: "He is powerful, so what does it have to do with you leaving him behind and running for your own life? The reason you have time to run now is because he is behind."
It seemed that Yu Qingjia had been running for a long time, and Yu Wenjun and Bai Zhi's shouts could be heard faintly behind him. Yu Qingjia didn't have time to turn around, and ran out of the canyon with all her strength. There was a loud rumbling sound behind him, and the whole world seemed to be echoing with the sound of rocks collapsing. Yu Qingjia was knocked to the ground by the huge shock. She wiped away the rainwater in front of her eyes, supported the stones on the side of the road, and stood up unsteadily.
The rain came fast and fast, and it was completely dark. Faint bloodstains can be seen towards the front, dotted in the darkness, and towards the back, collapsed stones are like giant beasts, silently occupying the only exit.
Through the sound of the rain, Yu Qingjia heard familiar voices coming from behind the gravel, which was also mixed with Bai Zhi's call, Yu Qingjia said in her heart, it turned out that it was not her hallucination just now, it was really her father and Bai Zhi. Counting the distance, Bai Zhi should have met Yu Wenjun on the way down the mountain, and then Yu Wenjun brought someone to the back mountain to find someone, but just before the meeting, she ran back to the valley.
Of course there are regrets, but Yu Qingjia doesn't regret it. The vixen is still inside, no matter what she can't leave him alone. She promised him that unless she died, she would not deceive him, betray him, or leave him on purpose.
She knew that Murong Yan had quick reactions, high strength, quick thinking and decisiveness, and his self-protection ability was much higher than that of Yu Qingjia. She also knew that she couldn't help him by going back.
But whether he needs it or not is his business, she doesn't care, she has to go back.
The sky was pitch black, and there was the faint sound of howling wolves. Murong Yan inserted the knife into the wolf's throat, but he fell to the ground, unable to even pull out the knife.
The same heavy rain poured down, the same black bottomless, but this time, she would not come back again. Yu Wenjun has already arrived at the pick-up location, and now she should have put on clothes to keep out the cold, and is being hugged by her maid to drink hot **** tea.
Murong Yan struggled to lean on the knife, gasping for breath. He felt the wound under his ribs getting bigger and bigger, blood and heat scrambling to drain from his body.
It was dark and gloomy, with the sound of the rain, and he was alone.
Murong Yan regained some strength, and then forced himself to stand up. He stood up unsteadily, his fingers clenched on the slender handle of the knife. At this time, there was a weak and wronged cry from outside: "Fox spirit, are you there?"
With his back turned to the back, Murong Yan drew out the knife in one hand, and walked forward calmly. He thought, he must have lost too much blood and had hallucinations, how could he hear Yu Qingjia's voice?
Yu Qingjia groped forward, she saw a lot of blood outside, and the traces of the battle were all coming in this direction, so she guessed that Murong Yan was nearby. Yu Qingjia stumbled as she walked. First, she vaguely saw a figure in the darkness, and she was startled. After seeing it clearly, she froze for a moment, and immediately shouted: "Vox!"
The figure from the back continued to walk forward, Yu Qingjia yelled several times, and ran towards him quickly with the corner of her skirt up. The ground was soaked in water, wet and slippery, and Yu Qingjia almost slipped and fell several times. She didn't care, and hugged his figure from behind: "Vox, it's me."
The touch on the back was soft and cold, and her body was still shaking slightly because of the rain. Murong Yan finally couldn't lie to herself anymore, this is Yu Qingjia.
Murong Yan clamped her arms, and without waiting for Yu Qingjia to react, he pulled her into his arms forcefully. Yu Qingjia's bones were hurting from being strangled, Murong Yan hugged her tightly, her voice was already on the verge of collapse: "Why did you come back? You have already gone out, why did you come back?"
Murong Yan used too much force and was much taller than her, so Yu Qingjia had to stand on tiptoe to reach it. She didn't remind him that her bones hurt a little, but put her arms around Murong Yan's waist, buried her cheeks in his neck, and she didn't know whether it was tears or rain on her eyelashes: "I promised you, as long as I live, I will Won't leave you behind."
Murong Yan tightened his arms more and more, the wound under the ribs was getting bigger and bigger, the blood and rain soaked the clothes of the two of them. Murong Yan's rationality that had been strong for many days completely collapsed. He never wanted to let Yu Qingjia find someone she liked, and he never wanted Yu Qingjia to live her own life. She belonged to him, from the beginning.
Since last year, the line of reason that he deliberately set up to warn himself has completely collapsed. He originally persuaded himself not to involve Yu Qingjia. The emotions burst out and surged out. He can't do it anymore, if he wins, he will bring the world ahead of her, if he loses, he will also take Yu Qingjia to **** together.
"Jiajia, I am selfish, ruthless, and run counter to your ideals. But even so, I am still very greedy, what should I do?"
Yu Qingjia listened, and silently put her cheek on his shoulder: "Ideals are ideals, and you are you. I thought about it later, my father is enough for an upright person, and I can like someone else."
"What would you do if one day you found out that I was different from what you imagined and would do some extreme things?"
For example, even if you die, I will pull you together.
"I know." Yu Qingjia said, "But who made you like this."
Murong Yan's hand tightened again, almost as if he wanted to integrate her into his own flesh and blood. He hugged the person in his arms tightly, the night was dark and the rain was pouring, and Yu Qingjia in his arms was the only warmth in the darkness. Murong Yan finally had enough hugs, slowly let go of her arms, put Yu Qingjia on the ground, and slowly brushed away her forehead hair that was wet by rain.
"good."