MTL - Kunning-Chapter 199 Who can cross the sea of ​​suffering

The bobcat corpse at the front rubbed the branches piled up at the entrance of the cave, and rolled into the group of bobcats outside, making these beasts with glowing eyes tremble, and when they sensed the danger, they all bared their teeth.

But it was still snowing outside.

It is hard to find a warm and snow-sheltered place, and no one is willing to leave here. They only walk silently, as if looking for an opportunity to enter.

The wild cats in the mountains are no different from domesticated domestic cats. Each one has sharp claws and fangs, and the gloomy posture when wandering back and forth at the entrance of the cave is simply chilling and creepy.

But the experience of the same kind also makes them jealous.

Jiang Xuening confronted them, fine cold sweat was already seeping from his back, standing for a while, his calves were trembling due to the excessive tension.

No.

Stalemate is not an option.

She had to drive these beasts away.

Deep mountains and wild forests, inaccessible.

I heard from street traders and pawns that wild animals are afraid of fire.

Jiang Xuening tightly clasped the knife between her fingers, but quietly moved her eyes away, looked at the fire that was still burning in the cave, then gritted her teeth, and quickly pulled out a flaming wooden stick from it, and went straight to the fire. Swipe away at the wild cats that surrounded the entrance of the cave!

The scorching temperature approached instantly.

Almost all the wild cats arched their backs the moment she stepped forward and spread out to the side.

But there were also a few that couldn't dodge in time. Their hair was fluffed by the burning flame, and their skin was scalded by the red-hot wooden stick. They immediately howled sharply and fled far away.

How can a few cats fight with people?

After eating the pain, no matter how fierce he was, he dared not go any further.

Jiang Xuening even drove away with a fire stick.

They had already retreated outside, the wind was blowing and the snow was freezing. After all, they knew that they could not enter the cave, so they yelled a few times unwillingly, and slowly dispersed. In the blink of an eye, there was no trace on the snow, and it should be looking for another shelter from the wind and snow.

After the soul-stirring, it finally returned to calm.

Jiang Xuening was panting violently, and wanted to walk back, but she stood there for some reason, but couldn't take a step, as if her whole body was nailed to the ground.

Until a hand suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her over.

There seemed to be a fire burning in Xie Wei's chest.

She clasped the back of her head with one hand, pressed her into her arms, buried her head and kissed her deeply, licked her lips, pried open the white teeth, invaded like a hot fire, and tensed up again Blood-pulling oppression and cruelty.

Jiang Xuening's mind went blank.

Xie Wei was like a wild beast, gnawing on her, whispering: "I'm so bad, why are you so soft-hearted?"

Her mind had not yet returned to the cage, and when she was awakened by this powerful intrusion, she had already become a prey bound by his arms, unable to break free, and was in distress and chaos.

Before Xie Wei was sitting by the fire, there was a layer of warm residual warmth on his lips and fingers, but when he got closer, Jiang Xuening felt that the warmth did not penetrate deeply, because from the depths of his body, there was only a sense of coldness. Slowly pan out.

The clear and fiery kiss made people tremble.

He pressed against her skin tightly, absorbing her warmth.

He snatched the fire stick from his hand and threw it down, but the knife was still between his fingers.

Too nervous, Jiang Xuening forgot to let go.

It seems that it is safe to hold it tightly like this.

But Xie Wei's fingers went down her wrist, little by little, opened her crooked, nearly convulsed fingers, and forcefully pulled the knife out.

But she held it too tightly.

There was a red mark on the palm of his hand.

Xie Wei's kiss became a little softer and softer, and he stared at her with deep quiet eyes, coaxing softly: "It's okay, give me the knife."

Tears rolled down without warning.

Jiang Xuening trembled.

He finally pulled the short knife out of her fingers, threw it on the ground, supported her black hair, and let her forehead hang down against his chest, with lingering fear of collapse, her thin shoulders slightly shrugged and lowered. cried out.

Xie Wei stood quietly, blinked, and suddenly thought: It would be fine if I was trapped in the mountains forever and could not get out.

However, almost at the same time as this idea came out, another voice shouted hysterically at him—

how dare you?

how dare you!

You have a hard life, you have suffered ups and downs, you have to be strong half your life, you are not even qualified to sleep, and your blood and blood have not been repaid, how dare you have such an idea?

No matter how courageous Jiang Xuening was, it was only at the point of intrigue in the court and quarrels with people in the market, but such strange and terrifying things as Shanmao Yexiao had never happened before.

When she calmed down, she realized that she was scared to death.

After crying for a while, he pushed Xie Wei away, and sat back to add firewood by the fire, without stopping to smoke.

There was something indescribably funny about this scene.

Xie Wei smiled slowly.

When Jiang Xuening saw it, she raised a branch in her hand and hit the ground, and said fiercely to him: "What are you laughing at? Do you have the right to laugh at a person like you who is afraid of cats? If it wasn't for my aunt, you would have been killed by me." They were ripped clean!"

Xie Wei felt that she had a childish temper, so he didn't refute.

Just picked up the piece of branch she had broken off and threw it into the fire.

Jiang Xuening wiped her face, remembering that she felt aggrieved just now, and shed tears for a while, crying until it was dawn outside, and then she felt dry in her belly, so she simply pulled out the bamboo pole on which the hare was worn, and handed it to Xie Wei , said unhappily: "I'm hungry."

Xie Wei always eats by hand.

He didn't say anything and took it.

The two roasted a rabbit.

Jiang Xuening ate a lot as if venting his anger, but Xie Wei seemed to have no appetite, so he put down after eating two pieces of meat.

The snow outside seemed to be much lighter, only some snow foam was still floating.

The mountains and fields are all white.

Neither birds nor animals were seen.

After eating, Jiang Xuening frowned, and took a branch on the ground to calculate how long their food would last, how long the firewood would last, recalling what was going on at Tatar's side these days, and in the blink of an eye, she thought of Shen Zhiyi's matter .

The branches that were drawing on the ground suddenly stopped.

She turned her head to look at Xie Wei, hesitated and asked: "Before you said that Yan Lin had already rushed to the border first, and wanted to find a way to save His Highness. But what kind of method is it? If we delay halfway, will it affect it?"

Xie Wei sat there, seemingly in a daze, and did not answer.

Jiang Xuening originally wanted to repeat her question, but when she got up and was about to walk towards Xie Wei who was sitting upright, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. What's wrong? A thought flashed in her mind, and when she looked at Xie Wei again, she realized—

He was sitting there watching the snow!

The white snow field gave people a feeling of emptiness and loneliness. When the sky fell, it was reflected by the snow field, and it all fell into his eyes.

Xie Wei was as silent as a statue.

However, Jiang Xuening suddenly felt unreasonable anxiety, even worse than the previous confrontation with the wild cat, she called out: "Sir."

Xie Wei didn't turn his head back and said, "It doesn't affect much."

But Jiang Xuening didn't care about the answer to the question at this time, she just remembered the terrible guess revealed by You Fangyin in her previous life, looking at Xie Wei's posture of still staring outside, there was already a trace of imperceptible fear in her voice: "Thank you danger!"

Xie Wei asked her, "What's wrong?"

She was just afraid, so she stepped forward and pulled him straight away, preventing him from looking out: "Don't look!"

Xie Wei looked at her, with a distant light and shadow in his pupils, but asked: "Do you know something?"

Jiang Xuening's heart beat like a drum: "Know what?"

Xie Wei smiled and said, "I don't know, what are you afraid of?"

Jiang Xuening tried to calm down: "I'm not afraid."

Xie Wei stretched out his hand, along her chin, and slowly placed it on the side of her neck. His slightly cool palm pressed against her clear skin, feeling the surging blood, and said plainly: "Lie."

Terrified, Jiang Xuening waved his hand away, pressed her slightly open neckline tightly, and stepped back, even a little angry, and said sternly, "You are sick!"

Xie Wei was speechless.

He really didn't look at the snow anymore, he just rested lightly against the cave wall.

At first, Jiang Xuening didn't notice anything unusual.

On the second day, she found that the suppressed cough that occasionally sounded in her dream was not a dream.

Xie Wei started coughing.

In such a cold weather, his face paled at a speed discernible to the naked eye.

On the third day, he charred half of the roe deer meat.

Also on this day, after she melted the snow in a water bag, she handed it to Xie Wei, but he didn't catch it accurately, and stopped for a while before taking it.

At that moment, Jiang Xuening felt a chill creeping into her bones.

Xie Wei couldn't see anything unusual in his eyes, so he took a sip of water slowly and said to her, "I'm useless now. If I were you, smart enough, I should bring my things and look for the day when the snow stops. , go far away."

Jiang Xuening thought, why is this person like this?

She didn't dare to reveal any extra emotions, she just said: "Do you want to die here?"

Xie Wei coughed again, with a slight smile on his lips, he said, "What's wrong with dying here?"

At least it's better than being a bargaining chip in the hands of others.

Live by yourself, die by yourself.

However, Jiang Xuening suddenly seemed to be in a dream, looking at the calm and ordinary person in front of her, she felt a surge of great sadness, filling her up.

This is Xie Wei that she has never seen in two lifetimes.

But how could it be?

How could Xie Wei be like this...

She took a step back, as if a huge stone was pressing on her chest, and she couldn't breathe.

So he turned around and went straight out of the cave.

As soon as the cold wind blowing outside, the tone gradually eased.

Xie Wei sat there without moving from the beginning to the end, slowly plugged the water bladder, and gently leaned it aside.

It would be nice if she really left, he thought.

But after a while, the footsteps approached again, and she entered the cave, she said coldly: "The snow outside has stopped, the sun is out, the weather will warm up soon, and we will be able to start our journey soon."

Xie Wei smiled imperceptibly, how could he believe her?

It's not cold when it snows, it's cold when it melts.

If the sun really came out and the mountains were covered with snow, the days to come would be sad.

Jiang Xuening didn't mention the matter of leaving at all, as if she never heard Xie Wei's words.

From this day forward, she will bake and eat.

It's just that sometimes it's too much, and sometimes it's not enough. It takes several times to get it into your mouth smoothly.

Xie Wei didn't complain.

But maybe even more powerless to complain.

As the weather got colder and colder, his cough became more and more serious, and finally he had a fever, and when he closed his eyes, demons and monsters were rampant, and ghosts and monsters were in charge.

At one time it was the innocent and fearful eyes of the children imprisoned together, at another time it was the towering swords of King Pingnan and the rebellious party of Tianjiao...

The demon's face was contorted with anger.

They tied him to the city wall and put a knife to his neck, intending to threaten his life to retreat from the city.

Then there are thousands of troops, mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Someone is calling him in the dark.

So he walked over there.

But another hand stretched out from the void, grabbing him tightly, making every step he took was like stepping on the tip of a knife, boiling in a frying pan, he really wanted to yell out loud.

help me-

However, there was no voice from him in the world.

He is like a wandering soul, with a body that will eventually be destroyed, struggling to get rid of the scars all over his body, but with that tone, he hides in the dark and watches!

A voice came anxiously from the depths of the vast fog, shouting to him: "Live, live, live!"

Another voice was hidden in the darkness, and Jie Jie laughed strangely: "You should have died long ago! It's so painful, so painful, why don't you die?!"

Why not die?

Why not die?

Why not die? !

The devil lingered in the nightmare, growing out from the depths of his body, binding his heart and soul like a giant net.

He has no knife, no sword.

No one could hear him either.

Until in this situation where he couldn't see or hear anything, a icy hand rested lightly on his wrist, Xie Wei felt a tremor, and finally escaped from the oppressive dream.

Tightly, grab this hand!

Jiang Xuening originally wanted to feel his pulse, to see that he was already in a daze, unable to distinguish day from night, how could there be such a sudden change? His heart stopped suddenly, and he exclaimed, "Are you awake?"

His fingers were too hard, and it hurt to grab her, so he struggled a little harder.

However, he held it tighter: "Where are you going?"

The hoarse voice was extremely low, and it was terrifying to hear.

It was late at night.

Even if the firewood they picked up was saved and burned, there would not be a few left by this time.

The flames on the fire were very dim.

Even their outlines are not clear.

The uneasiness floated out of Jiang Xuening's heart again, she could feel his eyes locked on her, but said calmly: "I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here."

Xie Wei said: "You are a little liar, you are a liar by nature."

His five fingers were deeply wedged between her fingers, and he clasped his hands tightly together, but there was a long-dormant madness faintly stored in the depths of his pupils, which were as calm as the deep sea. He grabbed her jaw and kissed her hard and punishingly.

It was a **** kiss.

Biting her lip, the sweetness of the blood curled deep, forcing the tip of her tongue, with a kind of extreme release, making her breathless, almost suffocating.

Jiang Xuening was frightened by him.

In the darkness, her chest rose and fell, while he suppressed her condescendingly, looking down at her.

Xie Wei's thumb brushed the corners of her damaged lips vigorously, until he saw a slight pain in her eyes, then slowly withdrew his strength, and asked her: "Why do you like Zhang Zhe? He doesn't know anything, only I can read you."

The hoarse voice is like the fluttering in spring.

But when it fell into Jiang Xuening's ears, it caused her to tremble.

She finally realized that under this saint's body, there was an unknown number of years of decay and darkness, that cramped forbearance, morbid paranoia...

Xie Wei pushed her against the rock wall, clinging to the ice.

The warm lips followed the ear pinna and fell to the side of the neck.

With the other hand, he quietly held her slender neck and covered her fragile throat: "Do you know what I want to do most now?"

Jiang Xuening felt something hot fall into her neck and flow down.

She trembled.

Xie Wei stuck to her ear as if raving, saying, "I want to kill you."

Once, he thought his heart was an impregnable city wall.

He slowly tightened his palms, but he didn't turn his head to look at her expression at the moment. The voice was so cold that it was deep in despair, and there was a kind of bewilderment, but he didn't know if it was bewitching her or himself: "Jiang Xuening, just stay here and die with me, okay?"

Jiang Xuening slowly closed her eyes.

At that moment, I actually felt that this person who made me afraid of him for half my life was hateful, pathetic, even pitiful!

She wanted to slap him and wake him up.

But tears flowed down.

His fiery and crazy emotions wrapped her in her, reminding her of those difficult days in the past, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she almost choked up: "No, Xie Ju'an, it's not good at all. I saved you , this life is not yours, it is mine! I haven't promised yet..."

Don't be a coward.

Don't make me look down on you.