Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

[Help! Someone, please! We're taking turns to kill each other! What's going on? Why did Brother Ling show up and the beautiful Shiyun disappear again? Oh my god, I'm running out of ideas.]

Could it be that baby Shiyun rescued Ling Shen and left herself inside?! Ahhhhh Ling Shen, wake up! You're almost wifeless!

[Tongue, tonic, this is what's going on. Both of them need to be neat and tidy. They just got together. Don't treat them like this!]

[Look, Ling Shen's fingers moved on the ground!]

[Really!!! Ahhhhh, hurry up, save my wife, Brother Ling!]

......

Ling Yanling frowned, and slowly sat up on the icy ground. His head was buzzing with pain, as if countless wronged souls were howling and screaming in his mind.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his pupils turned red in an instant.

As if suddenly realizing something, he turned around and called out, "Shi Yun?"

He stood up nimbly from the ice and saw the backpack that the woman had dropped near the saber, as well as the bright red blood on the blade. His pupils shrank slightly, turning a little scarlet.

As if realizing something, he clenched his fists, and the blood-red jade pendant in his hand seemed to tremble slightly with his surging emotions.

Outside, the night was filled with darkness, the rain was pouring down, and there was a loud rumble of thunder in the sky.

Ling Yanling's breathing suddenly tightened, and her cheeks twitched violently. It was as if a surge of anger was rushing up her chest and straight to the top of her head. The blood in her body was flowing backwards, and every cell in her body seemed to be about to explode at any moment.

The violence at this moment was so intense that he subconsciously wanted to smash everything.

"Who told you to touch her?"

No matter whether it was a ghost or a zongzi, the person he was protecting just disappeared, so the owner of the main tomb should be held responsible.

Ling Yanling's eyes were full of cruelty. He pulled out the saber, raised the corner of his lips, covered the sharp blade of the saber with his bandaged hand, and slashed it hard.

Blood spurted out, reflecting the mad blood color in his eyes.

He stood up and walked to the ice coffin, stepping on the frozen corpse underneath. The blood jade he was holding tightly in his hand had become warm, and the hot blood stained the jade pendant, making it look even more red.

He placed the blood jade on the coffin board, blood dripped onto it, and melted steam came out of the coffin lid.

The ice coffin was melted alive by the man's blood and warmth, leaving a round hole of blood jade.

The entire piece of blood jade melted the ice cover and fell into the ice coffin silently.

"Jade, I'm returning it to you, with interest."

"Give me back the person."

Ling Yanling's voice was hoarse, and her dark eyes were filled with scarlet madness.

Seeing that there was silence and no response inside the ice coffin, he couldn't wait any longer.

His big palm penetrated the hole melted out of the ice coffin and went deep down, as if pinching something. He used so much force that clear blue veins could be seen.

His blood seemed to have severely injured the things inside, causing them to roar and scream in pain.

The man stuffed the blood jade inside into its mouth, completely blocking its sound, and the sound came to an abrupt end.

He didn't care whether the owner of the tomb could hear what he was saying or not.

"If you don't want the whole tomb to be dug up, return the person to me."

After saying that, he pulled his hand out, picked up the saber in his hand, and swung it hard at the sarcophagus where the woman was.

The sarcophagus, which had been as tough as steel just now, actually had cracks.

Seeing this, Ling Yanling did not stop her actions and continued to swing the knife hard, ignoring the wound in her hand that had cracked and the blood that had dyed the entire knife red.

The man's blood and the blood left on Wen Shiyun's saber mixed together at this moment.

I don't know how long it took to smash the coffin, but the lid of the stone coffin cracked open with a bang.

Revealing the strange figure wearing a red dress - Wen Shiyun.

The woman's hair had spread out and spread all over the floor without anyone noticing. Her hands were clasped in front of her stomach, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved, making her look like a beautiful specimen.

The glaring red is everywhere.

Ling Yanling was about to swing the next knife when it stopped in front of the woman.

He threw the saber aside, breathing heavily, and tried to wake the woman up.

"Wen Shiyun, wake up!"

The lying woman showed no reaction at all, like a cold corpse. He reached out to feel the woman's breath, but it was so light that he could hardly feel it.

Ling Yanling threw down the knife in her hand and dragged her out of the sarcophagus.

The red dress gradually transformed and turned back into her original clothes, as if it was all an illusion.

But the cold, corpse-like skin in his hand reminded him that the woman was in a very bad condition.

He touched her cold skin that didn't seem alive, frowned, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

His movements were not as neat and smooth as usual, but rather a bit clumsy and flustered. He held her small hand in his palm and rubbed it vigorously.

As if that wasn't enough, he took off his coat and put it on her, but there was still no reaction.

"Wen Shiyun, you said we should abide by our agreement and go back together."

His voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were a little red, and he hugged the woman's stiff body, the coldness made him feel a little desperate.

Ling Yanling's tongue tip pressed against the roots of her teeth, her eyes were full of blood, and she even tasted blood in her mouth because of the force.

Suddenly I remembered what the woman had said several times before: just stick to him...

He first tilted his head to glance at the electronic bee, then reached out and coldly pinched it off.

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After the screen went black, everyone was reluctant to leave. The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was a little depressed, with people crying.

[It’s over, it’s over, my Shiyun baby, sob, sob, sob, please don’t, my heart is broken.]

[Don't close it, let us take a look, or should we go find someone to rescue them? ]

[Don't be silly, this can't be posted. All related videos have been restricted and can't be shared or posted now.]

[My Ling Shen, my eyes are red, I'm about to cry, I hope he's not really gone.]

......

The man then silently took off his clothes and pressed the woman's exposed skin against his chest, trying to warm her up.

"Didn't you say before that you'd just stick to me? Wake up."

Ling Yanling hugged the woman tightly in his arms, looked down at the woman's hands, and saw that the blood on her palms had already coagulated.

His eyes were filled with heartache and a bit of unconscious panic, and he spoke in a hoarse voice,

"I regret it, Wen Shiyun, please don't make me regret it, okay?"

Don't let this last decision become something he will regret for the rest of his life.

He gently placed Wen Shiyun on the ground, leaned over and silently began to give her artificial respiration.

once,

twice,

three times......

His muscles were tense, and although his expression didn't show it, his slightly trembling hands revealed his inner thoughts.