The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

The boulder suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground. The entrance of the bright cave was instantly covered by the huge falling rock, and the dust was everywhere. When the loud noise that pierced the eardrum dissipated, the last ray of light was covered and it was dark.

There was still heavy dust in the air, and Zhu Jiuci covered his mouth and nose but still couldn't resist the dust getting into his nasal cavity. He coughed violently, and when his lungs recovered, he realized that his shoulders were in severe pain.

Just now when the boulder fell, a piece hit his right shoulder, but fortunately he dodged it quickly, only this one part of his body was injured.

Barely supporting his shoulders, he groped and sat down in the dark. The ground was wet and cold, and he carefully wrapped his sleeves tightly. However, the heavy rain just fell, and the clothes on his body were already soaked, and now they are also cold, not much different from the ground.

Slowly waiting for the bone-piercing pain in his shoulder to pass, he stood up against the wall, the hole was blocked, maybe he could walk inside, but he might not be able to find a chance of survival.

After groping for a few steps, his fingertips suddenly touched a hard and cold stone, unexpectedly the inside of the cave also collapsed.

It was dark all around, without a ray of light, he barely judged through groping, that he was only in a space of one foot square, and the surroundings were full of collapsing boulders.

In the darkness and silence, there were muffled noises overhead, which should have come from the torrential rain pouring on the cave roof.

Zhu Jiuci carefully touched the wall, it was extremely damp, if he really couldn't wait for rescue, maybe this damp stone wall was his only source of water.

There were still three green fruits in his bosom, which he planned to bring back to Liang Zhaoge on the way, but he did not expect that they would become his life-saving things at this time.

Sit down cross-legged, minimize the area of ​​your body exposed to the air, and protect your last heat.

Just now in a critical moment, he pushed Xia Ziyou out. I don't know if the little fat man panicked for a moment when he saw the cave where the boulders were piled up. He hoped that he could run back in time to find rescue.

Zhu Jiuci closed his eyes, and the silence instantly surrounded him, his thoughts were suddenly magnified, and his spirit wandered out of the sky.

In fact, just now when the boulder collapsed, he thought he would die.

Just like that, he was pressed to the bottom of the cave by a sharp boulder, blood flowed out from his body little by little, his cheek pressed against the cold ground, and then he passed away in silence.

At that time, there was a loud bang in his ear, and he thought of Liang Zhaoge.

I don't know since when, that person's graceful figure has disturbed his thoughts from time to time.

When practicing the piano, I would think about it, when I was eating, I would think about it, even if I went out to play with Xiao Cen and the others, from time to time I would think that there was still a person waiting for him to go back at the house.

Every time I think of that person, I will laugh unconsciously, and I will hurriedly put away my smile before others find out.

Zhu Jiuci suddenly lowered his head and laughed, his clear voice was very clear in the cave, the lingering sound slowly dissipated, and the cave returned to silence.

He closed his eyes again and leaned back against the cold stone wall.

But thinking about it carefully, they had only known each other for half a year, but it seemed that a lifetime had passed.

He heard his sister talk about the book, and he knew Liang Zhaoge's life.On that drowsy night of finishing the dissertation, he listened to other people's stories and fell asleep.From the beginning to the end of the story, he seemed to accompany that person through his ridiculous life.

That person was passionate in love, paranoid and stubborn, and folded the bright and bright little prince into his arms, even if his family was ruined together with that person, he was unwilling to back down a step.

Every time he recalled the contents of the book, Zhu Jiuci was always terrified. Those fiery emotions and obscure shadows were darkness that he dared not touch.The person depicted in the book is a stranger, always looking at him from afar.

His thoughts were a little split, and he couldn't connect the gentle and clear Liang Zhaoge in life with the paranoid devil in the book.

Maybe the book is wrong.

seeing is believing.

In any case, from spring to summer, from the peach blossoms blooming to withering, he has walked with that person for more than a hundred days and nights, no matter what is true, he has decided to walk with him.

Although Liang Zhaoge's illness is the last thing he wants to see, it also proves that the content of the book can be changed. He is absolutely sure that Liang Zhaoge has never had such a chronic illness in the original book.

The rainwater flowed in along the crevices of the stone, Zhu Jiuci could no longer lean against the wall, his body became colder and colder, he stood up reluctantly, stomped his stiff feet, walked around the small space, hoping to add a little heat to himself .

I couldn't figure out the direction in the dark, and I couldn't judge the size of the stride. I accidentally bumped into a boulder again, and my fingertips hurt.

Curling up his fingertips, slowly waiting for the numbness to pass, he stretched out his hand to explore again, and suddenly touched something different.

Zhu Jiuci hastily half-knelt down, his fingertips touched the gravel, and it scattered away, pushing the surface of the gravel away, and he touched a soft thing.

Like cotton.

Zhu Jiuci's first reaction was clothes.

Pushing aside the gravel in the dark, he moved very slowly, fearing that his little movement would cause the cave to collapse again, so he could only be patient and peel the gravel away one by one.

That corner is not as soft as silk, but rather like the linen cloth that ordinary people often use in their homes. It is durable and durable, but it seems that it has been hidden in this damp cave for a long time, and the cotton cloth has become unbearably soft.

Then moved a palm-sized gravel away, and Zhu Jiuci pulled out the soft cloth all at once.

If you touch it carefully, it seems to be a book.

Zhu Jiuci sighed, he just thought that this expedition was really successful, and someone's body was found in the giant stone cave.

Slowly and leisurely back with the cloth book in his arms, he found another dry wall and sat down against it.

Closing your eyes, your thoughts began to drift.

He took out a green fruit from his bosom and put it on the tip of his nose. The fragrance of the fruit always reminded him that he couldn't sleep yet, but the drowsiness was like a succubus enveloping him.

Zhu Jiuci shook his head reluctantly, telling himself over and over again that he must never fall asleep.

His thoughts diverged little by little, becoming more and more blurred, the fragrance of the fruit was getting farther and farther away from him, and the muffled sound of rain drifted away from his ears.

"Xiao Jiu." A panicked voice.

Zhu Jiuci suddenly opened his eyes, his body was icy cold, his limbs were already stiff and unable to move, the fruit in his hand had dropped at some point and disappeared, and he actually fell asleep just now.

The threat of death made him wake up in an instant, and he hurriedly sat up straight, not knowing what time it is.

There was some faint sound on the left side, the sound was sharp like the sound of stones colliding, Zhu Jiuci thought for a moment that he had heard it wrong.

When the sound of collision sounded again, Zhu Jiuci hurriedly went there, his legs and feet were so stiff that he fell to the ground for a while, but he finally crawled to the side of the boulder.

Carefully put your ears close to the cracks in the broken boulders, and the crisp sound of the impact of the stones becomes more and more obvious.

It was too late to be surprised, the dazzling light suddenly pierced the darkness, and with a bang, the boulder collapsed outward.

Dust was everywhere in the incandescent light and shadow, and the world was bright.

He was suddenly hugged tightly by someone, the person's body trembled violently, and his rapid panting hit the eardrums, and he heard a violently beating heart.

The pain in his shoulder was unbearable for a while, but he didn't struggle, and the tears flowed out in big ones, which were confused with the rain from the sky.

The torrential rain fell on the two of them, and they knelt on the ground for a long, long time.

After waking up from the great surprise of being saved, my hearing immediately recovered, and I heard the voices of countless people, like Mr. Xia Ziyou, officers and soldiers, and ordinary people.

Everyone talked, laughter and rain hit the eardrums together.

He barely broke free from his embrace, and suddenly bumped into Liang Zhaoge's red eyes. The man's face was covered with water marks, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain.

Her complexion was as pale as paper, her jet-black hair was scattered all over her body, and her silk and satin clothes were in tatters, which was absolutely poignant and beautiful.

"Xiao Jiu."

Liang Zhaoge didn't speak any more, just kept looking at him.

With trembling hands, he touched his whole body up and down, checking carefully not to miss a single spot.

Zhu Jiuci's eyes had just been hurt by the sudden light, but now he gradually recovered. He lowered his head and saw the bloody hands that couldn't be seen.

The knuckles were twisted strangely, and the slender appearance was no longer visible. The flesh and blood were churning, exposing the bones, and the knuckles of the index finger protruded outwards. It was almost about to fall off when it was touched again.

It used to be the hand playing the piano, but now it can no longer be seen.

"Zhaoge!"

Zhu Jiuci didn't dare to touch his hands. He turned around and saw that there was blood all over the gravel, some of which had been washed away by the heavy rain, mixed into the muddy mud, and flowed away forever along the dark cracks.

The top of the head was suddenly covered by a wide robe, blocking the dazzling blood red and the dazzling light together.

"Little Grandpa, let's go back." Don't look.

Zhu Jiuci vaguely remembered being carried back, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already dark.

The room is lit with calming incense, which is ethereal and soothing to the mind.

Looking sideways, Xia Ziyou was the only one in the room, and Liang Zhaoge was missing.The chubby little body was sitting on the small wooden chair next to him, he raised his eyes and saw that Zhu Jiuci had woken up, and ran over quickly.

"How do you feel, little master?"

Zhu Jiuci reluctantly moved his body, his right shoulder had been carefully bandaged, it was cool and cool, and he hardly felt any pain.

"It's okay." He smiled and looked at Xia Ziyou, "Thank you, Young Master Xia, for saving your life."

"Young master, don't say that." Xia Ziyou frowned and lowered his head.

"How many hours have I been trapped in the mountains?"

"a whole night."

Zhu Jiuci was taken aback for a moment. When he was rescued, the sky was bright. He thought he had only been trapped in the cave for a few hours, but he didn't expect that the whole night had passed.

"You went to find the Jinling government?"

Xia Ziyou nodded.

Zhu Jiuci was still asking, Xia Ziyou turned around with tears in his eyes.I don't know how to tell him that yesterday he ran down the mountain and ran into Liang Zhaoge in the small town at the foot of the mountain.

He originally wanted to go to the government to borrow someone with Liang Zhaoge, but he watched the man run into the mountains like crazy.

When he rushed to the cave with a large group of people, he saw the man in the rainstorm, dressed in gorgeous clothes, kneeling on the boulders, desperately digging the broken stones, his hands were blood red, as if he had never known pain.

The officers, soldiers and civilians holding shovels and sticks watched the bright red flesh wash off the stones and flow from under the gorgeous silks and satins into the darkness.

They saw him weeping in the dark.