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Catching the fallen Jiuqing in panic, he hugged Jiuqing and said anxiously, "Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Qing'er, Qing'er..."

I didn't step on it for a while, and there was a loud noise of "thumb--" .

The two fell into a deep pit.

There is a pile of thick fallen leaves piled up in the pit, which seems to be the pit dug by hunters a long time ago.

"How is it! Are you two okay!" Du Ruojiao anxiously shouted towards the pit.

"Wait for me! We'll find long branches to lift you up!"

"I'm fine..., Qing'er..., he...he passed out!" Chu Han shouted towards the top, his voice choked with sobs.

"See if he was bitten by a snake? Or just fell?!"

"I caught Qing'er just now, I was the one who landed first, and he didn't hit Qing'er."

"Then look again, isn't it..."

"Ah...there's blood!" Chuhan trembled, looking at the little blood stains on his hands, ignoring the pain in his body, he helped Jiuqing up and shook, "Did you just get bitten by a snake, Qinger, do you have any?" What's the matter, Qing'er, how are you, Qing'er, wake up...!"

"Calm down Chuhan! Do you see if it's yours or Jiuqing's?"

"If you are bitten by a snake, you have to clean the wound first!" Du Jin threw a water bottle down, "Chuhan..., take a closer look to see if you have been bitten by a snake!"

After checking it in a hurry, Chu Han was slightly relieved, and shouted upwards, "Qing'er... is not injured."

After calming down, he found that the blood stain just now was when he was falling, and was scratched by the deep pit when he fell, so he was a little relieved.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that Jiuqing's body seemed to be slowly fading.

The originally dark complexion was turning white, just like the sea water, peeling off the color layer by layer.

Suddenly, it quickly spread over the whole body, slowly crawling from the face to the hair.

Three thousand black hairs turned into white hairs in an instant.

Like snow, with the afterglow of the dusk that is about to darken, the silvery white hair is somewhat dazzling.

"Qing'er..., Qing'er...!" Chu Han shouted.

"What's wrong, what happened!" Du Ruo yelled loudly while lying on the cave entrance.

"Qing'er...! He...he turned white!" Chu Han whimpered, hugging Jiuqing tightly.

"White?!"

"Where did it turn white?!"

"Chuhan, Chuhan, talk! How are you doing!"

Hugging Jiuqing tightly, in the evening of autumn, only the sobbing of Chuhan was left, echoing in this empty and deep mountain.

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