The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1401 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (189)

With this smash, a mouthful of blood overflowed from his chest, and without end, his body continued to fall, hitting a branch again, and then falling again, landing on the ground.

The tree was relatively tall. He hit the branch twice, and then fell to the ground. There was a stone on the ground, and his head just hit the stone.

Blood spit out from his mouth, and he fell to the ground without strength, motionless.

Now, his invisibility status has been lifted.

Lian Mo flew down from the edge of the cliff, his qinggong is very good, even if there is a cliff here, he flew under the cliff smoothly.

He has been looking for Nangong Wubing, but he has not been able to find him, and he has not been able to catch his hand.

It is night now, there is a forest under the cliff, the forest is sparse, not dense, Nangong Wubing is lying in the ground of this forest.

Lian Mo called him loudly, Lian Mo felt his heart hurt, very painful.

It was the kind of uncontrollable, hopeless pain.

In the air, there was a smell of blood, and the smell became stronger and stronger. Even Mo smelled this smell, and tears came out of his eyes.

At this time, he saw Nangong Wubing, who was lying on the ground, and he called him so many times, but he didn't answer him a single word.

"Wu Bing..." He called him again. Nangong Wu Bing was still lying on the ground, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

"No disease..." Sadness, grief, disbelief, all kinds of emotions came overwhelmingly... Lian Mo only felt that his whole body lost all his strength for a moment, and he couldn't stand still...

"No disease...you...you talk..." he shouted, looking at the vague silhouette lying on the ground...

The night is dark, and it is even darker under this forest.

At this moment, who will tell him that the blurry outline lying on the ground is not Nangong Wubing?
Lian Mo dragged his heavy body, took heavy steps, and tried his best to walk to the blurry silhouette lying on the ground.

"Nothing..." He looked at the silhouette lying on the ground, with a strong smell of blood, no movement, not even a sound...

Nangong was not sick and had no breathing.

Lian Mo stood aside, spat out a mouthful of blood.

Tears fell silently like this.

The night was still dark.

……

Jing Qingran is sleeping now, and she doesn't know what's going on here, even if Jiuye tells her that she is sleeping now, she won't hear it.

Jiuye didn't wake her up either.

……

Nangong Wubing really died, not a fake death.

Lian Mo sat next to his corpse all night until dawn.

……

Jiuye didn't save Nangong Wubing either. If Jiuye wanted to save Nangong Wubing, it could.

……

The next day, it was dawn, Nangong Wubing hadn't woken up yet, Lian Mo had been waiting for him to wake up, but unfortunately, he was always disappointed, or hopeless.

He's out of breath... No matter what method he uses, he can't wake up...

……

Lian Mo left without illness with Nangong on his back, and walked up step by step.

Jing Qingran already knew about this, Jiuye told her.

Jing Qingran's attitude was: Can you still save Nangong Wubing?Nangong had no illness and did not make any mistakes, so he died like this. It was a pity that he was young.

Jiuye said: Nangong died without illness, perhaps it was a relief for him, and he should continue to face pain if he is alive.

(End of this chapter)