Hong Ying put her hand down and said softly; "Want me to spare them?"

"..." Feng Ruchu continued to grasp his wrist.

Hong Ying smiled lightly and said: "Okay, as long as you are happy, I will listen to you."

The red "color" mist condensed into wide sleeves, and gently stroked Feng Ruchu's dirty little face, slowly drying her blood stains, "showing" her originally beautiful and lovely face.

Hong Ying has no entity, but it gives people a very affectionate and expectant illusion: "Three thousand years...you are finally back...this time, are you going to live with me or die with me?"

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nothingness.

Ethereal.

As if the soul had separated from the body, the duckweed "wasted" in the endless darkness.

She didn't know where she was.

Together are so strange and cold.

Did she die in the hands of Demon Lord? Feng Ru first thought.

It wasn't until a faint female voice came in front that Feng Ruchu reluctantly regained that little consciousness.

"Brother Nine, it rained last night, but this dry well is too high. I only took a little bit of water. You can drink a moisturizing mouth first."

The bottomless dry well is dark and narrow. The well head of more than ten meters is covered by vines and weeds, and the moonlight shines through the cracks in the well head, and it is mottled.

The teenage girl carefully filled the rain with a dead leaf, half-kneeled beside the boy, and cautiously fed him water, for fear that she might accidentally spill a drop of life-saving water.

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"Xuan'er, don't you drink? You can drink some too." The boy's voice was very dry.

The girl shook her head, glanced at the only rain left in the dead leaves, and swallowed her saliva unconsciously...

They have been trapped here for four days and four nights, without food or drink, and severely injured.

Her lips were already cracked with blood because of the extreme dryness, and the corners of her mouth were also covered with layers of skin.

But she still held the last bit of water in front of the boy, and smiled: "I'm not thirsty. I used to go out to pick "medicine". I stayed in the mountains for several days. I've long been used to it... Brother Nine You’ve been burning for two days, so drink more water."

These are two children.

The girl's name is Xuan'er, who looks like a teenager; the boy's name is Xiaojiu, who is only 13 or 14 years old.

The boy seemed to be chased and killed by his enemies, his whole body was wounded by swords and arrows, and his red clothes looked darker with dry blood stains.

Although the boy was very weak and embarrassed, he did not hide his natural beauty and dignity.

He is very beautiful.

Although the word ‘beautiful’ is not suitable to describe a man.

However, Xuan'er felt that a man could be as fair as his skin, his lips like thin wings, especially a pair of long and narrow eyes, with slightly raised eyebrows, and his long eyelashes "hairs" were stained with blood. Condensed into a few pieces, the jade-like skin was also full of hideous scars, but in his seductive posture, he added a sadistic beauty.

Xuan'er took out the last bit of herb "medicine" from her purse and applied the "medicine" to the arrow wound in his heart, worrying: "There is only this last bit of herb "medicine". It can last up to two days. , Brother Nine, when will your family come to you? Will we die here?"

The little girl murmured her dirty face, her pretty eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

"Xuan'er, are you afraid of death?" the boy asked.

"I'm not afraid of death." Xuan'er replied without hesitation. After a while, she looked at the man with great anxiety, and said: "But...but I'm afraid you will die..."