How wonderful it is! Everyone can feel at ease. Qu Yunmie feels at ease, and he feels at ease too.

His throat felt like it was scraped by a knife and his whole body felt uncomfortable. Xiao Rong began to cough. After coughing so hard that it seemed as if he was going to cough up blood, Xiao Rong could not sit still anymore. He slowly lay down and looked at the crumbling roof. Xiao Rong tried to hold back for a long time but still couldn't.

He whispered, "Qu Yunmie."

"Qu Yunmie, Qu Yunmie, Qu Yunmie."

"Qu Yunmie, I found out the reason for you. He is just jealous of you. You don't have to think about this problem anymore."

"I don't know how to answer you, so I kneel down in front of you. I should know everything. After all, I am the one who came to save you."

"Why is death always so painful? I am about to leave this world, but why does my body torture me again? Some people say it is a physiological mechanism, but if I had a chance, I would definitely survive. Now that I don't have a chance, why can't I be nicer to myself?"

"Qu Yunmie, my throat hurts."

"Qu Yunmie..."

When people are extremely scared, they will call out the name of the person they hope can protect them. Most people would call their mother at this time, but Xiao Rong had a very ordinary relationship with his mother, so Xiao Rong had never called anyone's name before.

Sometimes I think it's really sad. He doesn't even have a belief. If something happened to Mi Jing, he would probably still recite a few words of Buddha before he died, but he wants to recite someone, but he doesn't know who to recite.

That was him in the past. Now he has someone to remember him.

But after actually reading it out loud, Xiao Rong realized that it was actually more tragic for some people to read it out loud, because not everyone had his good luck to see that person after reading it out loud. Others spent the last moments of their lives in fear and longing.

The scene in front of him became blurred and the roof collapsed. Before Xiao Rong closed his eyes completely, he felt something cold falling on his face. He thought to himself, it's snowing.

Don't let it rain too heavily, because then it will be difficult for Qu Yunmie to come find him. *

The system is something beyond people's cognition.

But the world works independently of the system.

So there is no superpower in this world that can allow Qu Yunmie to hear Xiao Rong's voice and let him know that Xiao Rong is repeating his name over and over again, just because this can make him less afraid.

But sometimes it’s not the system that did something, but the world that shows kindness to people, so when Qu Yunmie was halfway through his run, suddenly, he bent down in pain, holding his heart that suddenly tightened, and holding the reins with his other hand, almost crushing the rope into powder.

The mane was shaking in front of his eyes. Qu Yunmie didn't need to recite Xiao Rong's name, because his mind was full of Xiao Rong. Time seemed to have disappeared for him. He no longer had the concept of the past and the future, and no longer thought about the present. He just ran forward and forward, constantly accelerating.

He never stopped even when his heart ached. The weather was very cold and the wind was howling, but Qu Yunmie didn't realize that when snowflakes fell on Xiao Rong's face, they also fell on Qu Yunmie's body. The first snow was heavy, and the higher they went up the mountain, the heavier the snow became. Slowly, Qu Yunmie turned into a snowman.

The snow made the mountain road muddy, and when they finally returned to the earth building, the couple felt like they had died several times. Looking at the place where the earth building should have been, the couple was so shocked that they rubbed their eyes several times.

"Hey, this, this, it was here before! Sir, I am not lying!"

It was still dark, and the two men had poor eyesight, so they did not see the small mound covered with snow. They were still trying to explain to other soldiers, while Qu Yunmie had already dismounted. He strode towards the ruins over there. The snow extinguished the fire, but it could not extinguish the smell of embers in the air. Qu Yunmie's feet seemed to have nails, and he stood there straight and stiff.

Dongfang Jin looked at the tragic scene in front of him. He had lost the ability to speak. He looked at Qu Yunmie, racking his brains to comfort him. Unexpectedly, suddenly, Qu Yunmie rushed towards the ruins, picked up the broken soil on it, and threw it aside with force.

It was cold on the top, bone-chillingly cold after being soaked in snow water, but it was hot on the bottom, and some places were still burning. Qu Yunmie moved the things on top and continued to move the things on the bottom. Even the roughest hands would have become roasted pig's trotters at this point. A layer of Qu Yunmie's skin was burned off, and then the flesh was burned black. It was not the end even if it was burned to a bloody mess, because fire never showed mercy to people.

No one tried to persuade him, and no one felt they could persuade him. All they could do was rush over and help move. The couple was still standing there, looking at the scene stupidly, not understanding why these Zhenbei soldiers wanted to torture them.

Aren't they afraid of pain?

Not long after they moved, one of them gasped. Qu Yunmie's whole body stiffened for a moment, but he did not hesitate at all. He pushed through the crowd and rushed over, and saw a charred corpse on the ground.

It was actually difficult to recognize who it was after being burned like this, but Qu Yunmie's tense expression recovered a little. He drew the sword at his side and cut the body in half with one blow. Then he kicked the two halves of the body into the snow with a fierce kick. He turned to face the ruins and continued to move the carbonized debris.

It is better to believe that the sun will really rise from the west tomorrow than to believe that there will be survivors in such a place. Qu Yunmie didn't even know what kind of mood he was in as he moved these bricks and stones. This place was like a huge silent film. No one spoke, no one complained, no one persuaded. Everyone was busy. Anyway, the ruins were so big that once they were moved, it would be over.

This was the scene that Xiao Rong saw when he walked out of the nearby woods. The tall figure was hunched over, repeating the same carrying movements as a worker at the dock. He was tireless and felt no pain. He stepped on a piece of wood, but because the snow was too slippery, he suddenly fell into the ruins. Without saying a word, he quickly stood up and continued to look for his demise in the dead silence.

When facing thick smoke alone, Xiao Rong could easily call out his name and repeat it many times, but now, Xiao Rong found it difficult to pronounce those three words.

He opened his mouth, but there was no sound the first time. Xiao Rong was stunned and calmed himself down. It was not until the second time that he heard his own unsteady voice.

"Qu Yunmie."

The sound was not loud, perhaps only slightly louder than the sound of falling snowflakes. None of the other soldiers heard the sound, and the couple, who were closer to Xiao Rong, also did not hear it.

But Qu Yunmie, he heard it.

The brick in his hand fell to the ground, but he didn't dare to turn around for a long time. He was afraid that he was hallucinating and would not see anything after turning around. However, covering one's ears and stealing the bell was not Qu Yunmie's style. Even if it was really an auditory hallucination, he would turn around and face it.

What's more, this is not an auditory hallucination.

He saw Xiao Rong standing there safely.

When the other soldiers saw Qu Yunmie suddenly stand up, they also looked over there, and then everyone was shocked. A soldier opened his mouth to call Mr. Xiao, but Dongfang Jin quickly covered his mouth. …

Xiao Rong walked forward somewhat awkwardly, his steps were slow, and Qu Yunmie watched him take one step, two steps, and three steps.

The next moment, Qu Yunmie strode towards him. Xiao Rong's eyes blurred, and then there was a violent collision. Qu Yunmie pressed him like a wall, and Xiao Rong seemed to be embedded in his arms. The tip of his nose smelled of dust, ruins, thick smoke, snow and blood. Qu Yunmie's arms tightened like a python, and Xiao Rong felt that he could no longer breathe.

He knew he shouldn't push Qu Yunmie away at this time, but he was really about to suffocate. He raised his normal hand and was about to touch Qu Yunmie's shoulder when suddenly, he heard a slight sob.

Xiao Rong suddenly opened his eyes wide and his arms froze there. Qu Yunmie buried his head in his shoulder. Xiao Rong could not see his expression, and Xiao Rong did not hear any sound afterwards. He only felt a little bit of wetness.

But it was snowing, and who could tell what it was? It might have been just a few snowflakes.

Xiao Rong thought so, enduring the suffocating pain, and changed his hand that was about to push Qu Yunmie away to a hugging position. He looked at the heavy snow falling in the distance and thought again.

It’s so cold, there will be snowflakes on my face.

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