The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1397 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (185)

Jiuye has now turned into an air state. It left, but didn't leave, and stayed here.

Nangong's illness is still difficult to deal with, and even Mo cares about him, not to say that he doesn't care about him at all, it feels quite tricky.

If Lian Mo didn't care about him at all, then Nangong Wubing wouldn't have much to say.

The key is that Lian Mo's heart is relatively soft.

Nangong Wubing still insisted on not letting go of his illness.

Nangong Wubing felt that Jiuye's departure was a good thing. At least, he wanted to get close to Lian Mo, so he didn't need to worry about when Young Master Ye would suddenly appear.

However, Nangong Wubing was still disappointed, because there was always an inexplicable force that prevented him from getting close to Lian Mo.

……

Four days later, Nangong Wubing came to that cliff again, it was night, and he was going to jump off the cliff again.

Jiuye was watching him in the dark.

The thought in Nangong Wubing's heart is: Anyway, even Brother Mo doesn't want him, if he dies, it's over once and for all, and there will be no more pain.

Jiuye didn't even want to save him, he just jumped off... Perhaps, his death is also a kind of relief.

Nangong Wubing stood on the edge of the cliff, and the wind blew, causing his hair to flutter, his clothes to fly, and the tears he shed were also blown away by the wind.

"Brother Lian Mo, this time, it's a real farewell." With tears streaming down his face, he took off the jade pendant around his waist and placed it on the edge of the cliff as his own relic.

"I'm leaving...Brother Lian Mo, you have to take care." So, he jumped down and jumped under the dark, bottomless cliff.

Jiuye watched from the side, but it didn't come to the rescue either...

It's not that Jiuye is cruel, but that Nangong Wubing is living like this, and he himself is living in pain...

For a person who always wants to commit suicide, it is difficult for gods to save him.

The next moment, a voice came loudly from the darkness: "No disease!!"

Immediately afterwards, the owner of the voice flew over quickly, and his figure was like a gust of wind, so fast that it was unimaginable for ordinary people.

Master... Jiuye looked at the figure in the night.

Lian Mo flew over quickly, heading down the cliff, Nangong Wubing was descending rapidly, he heard Lian Mo's voice shouting to himself.

At this time of Nangong Wubing, his awareness of survival suddenly increased, and he reached up, wanting to grab Lianmo.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he shouted softly: "Brother Lian Mo..."

Unexpectedly, at such a moment, Brother Lian Mo's voice could still be heard, and, as if he was flying over, he also jumped down the cliff...

The sound of the wind whizzed past his ears, and Lian Mo went down quickly. In the darkness, he grabbed down with his hand, and firmly grasped the hand that Nangong Wubing stretched out.

Uh... Jiuye didn't know what to say.

Lian Mo grabbed Nangong Wubing's hand and flew to the side. Lian Mo knew lightness kung fu, and his martial arts were so strong that even if he was pulling Nangong Wubing, his lightness kung fu could be displayed very well.

He pulled Nangong Wubing, borrowed the cliff wall, borrowed strength, meandering all the way up, and finally came to the cliff.

Nangong Wubing stared at him blankly, it was so late, it was so dark here, and it was a cliff, and he jumped off the cliff, he...he...he just flew over like this, pulled himself, pulled him to meander Winding up, to the top of the cliff...

If Nangong Wubing were a woman, this would be a picture of a hero saving a beauty.

Even if Nangong Wubing is not a woman, he still has that inexplicable urge to reach out and hug Lian Mo.

(End of this chapter)