As soon as Wuming finished speaking with anger, the entire underground palace with bright golden light suddenly completely destroyed all the light. All that was left was boundless darkness and boundless coldness.
The darkness is dead silent, without the slightest sound, so deadly that it can make people crazy. The sound of talking in the dark never spoke, but it is even more terrifying than threatening to open the mouth. The coldness comes from the strange wind blowing everywhere, which makes people feel the biting cold when blowing on the body. Wuming doesn't feel particularly uncomfortable, and Cheng Ningxiang suffered a lot!
Just now, I heard Wuming say that his favorite woman was another woman named Diewu, and Diewu was the most beautiful woman in the world. She felt very uncomfortable. For some reason, she hated Wuming in secret.
A proud woman, of course, could not stand the man in front of her and said that another woman was better and more beautiful, without taking her seriously at all. So Cheng Ningxiang secretly felt that she had reason to be angry.
She felt very cold and shivered all over, but she was stubborn and didn't say a word.
The two walked slowly forward in the dark, not knowing where the next step was going. The biting cold wind blew on their faces, so painful that they could hardly open their eyes. Wuming obviously felt that Cheng Ningxiang's body seemed to be unable to bear it. Her teeth were already trembling, and she couldn't help but frown and asked worriedly: "Can you... bear it?"
"I don't care who wants you to care about you!" Unexpectedly, Cheng Ningxiang's angry voice came.
Wuming snorted: "I'm not caring about you, but I'm afraid that you will die, so I have no companion to speak."
"You - cold-blooded, shameless, you are a bad guy!" Cheng Ningxiang cursed, "The worst and worst stinky man in the world!"
In the boundless darkness, with dangers everywhere, Wuming was able to see it openly and said coldly: "I am not a good person at all."
"You still don't understand the charm, you still miss you unrequited love!" Cheng Ningxiang was full of resentment and rushed out: "You still miss a dead woman. Others may not have loved you! Humph, what is the point that I can't compare to her? A stinky man who doesn't understand the charm!"
The atmosphere suddenly tensed, Wuming's breathing was rapid, and his anger hit his mind, making him unable to control himself. Suddenly, he rushed forward with a quick step, stretched out his hand to tightly pinch Cheng Ningxiang's neck, and said gloomyly: "Say it again, I will kill you!"
"You——Let go, let go, I'm going to die!" Cheng Ningxiang said in fear, "I——”
Wuming finally let go of his hand and stared at her coldly, his breathing fluctuated, which showed that his mood was turbulent and it was difficult to calm down.
Cheng Ningxiang closed her eyes in horror, and tears slowly slid down. Once upon a time, she had suffered such grievances? She couldn't help but cry, and she felt that she was the most pitiful person in the world.
Wuming's words came again, and he was so sure: "Remember, my Butterfly Wu is the most perfect woman in the world. Even if Butterfly Wu dies, I will not allow anyone to dare to disrespect her!"
"I...I'm not bad either..." A sense of injustice filled my heart, and Cheng Ningxiang continued in a low voice without any hesitation.
Wuming sneered: "Do you want to hear what the voice said just now, and are willing to be my companion in bed? A companion to quench your thirst?"
Cheng Ningxiang shouted: "I don't want it! Even if all the men in the world die, you are not worthy of touching me!"
"That's the best." Wuming said, continuing to walk forward. Cheng Ningxiang was afraid, so she had to follow along. The road ahead seemed endless, and her coldness became even more intense. Her teeth were trembling even harder.
It is hard to imagine that the golden scene just now compared to the gloomy and terrifying scene now, it is simply one in heaven and the other in hell. Wuming's pace is still firm, but Cheng Ningxiang can no longer walk and said in a trembling voice: "We... can't get out of this ghost place anymore. I don't want to die, I... woo woo..."
"Stop crying." Wuming sighed and sat down impatiently, he was almost discouraged.
The turbid sound just now meant that they were going to pass the barrier and end their thoughts of running away, so as to cooperate with the alien palace to conduct experiments, and turn him into an invincible murder machine in the universe. Wuming was not willing to be someone else's puppet, so he had to fight.
But this place is deep in the center of the earth, can you walk out?
Next to him, Cheng Ningxiang fell on him without a single moment. Wuming didn't push her away, subconsciously supported her and asked, "How are you?"
"I don't want your concern. Didn't you want to kill me just now? Let go of your hand!" Cheng Ningxiang said angrily.
Wuming said coldly: "If you get angry, I will kill you!"
Cheng Ningxiang shivered and didn't dare to touch her anymore.
Wuming sighed, took off his torn clothes, draped them on her, and said sadly: "I have lost my memory and can't think of many things. Your brain turns faster than mine. Is it okay to think about how to get out?"
"You are such a strange man." Cheng Ningxiang did not refuse his kindness, tightened the torn clothes, feeling much colder. She couldn't help but think that this torn clothes was much better than my clothes, and could block the cold, so she asked, "Are you cold?"
Wuming, who took off his clothes, was naked, and the coldness came, which was not good. But he shook his head stubbornly and said, "It's not cold."
Cheng Ningxiang was grateful, but said lightly: "Your clothes are so warm. What material is made of?"
Only after this question did Wuming realize that his torn clothes were unique. On the surface, it seemed that this was a very ordinary torn clothes, inconspicuous, and even disgusting. He had been wearing them these days and did not feel its peculiarity. Until now, the biting chill hit his body, he felt that the torn clothes was indeed very useful.
Thinking of this, Wuming shook his head: "I don't know, I've been wearing it all the time since I woke up."
"After waking up?" Cheng Ningxiang said in confusion.
"Yes, it seems like I've been sleeping for a long time, for a long time." Wuming's eyes were blank and he said sadly: "Maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, I can't remember it. That iceberg, that island, I am the only one, no parents, no origin..."
"Hey, are you talking in your sleep? I don't believe it!" Cheng Ningxiang said loudly.
Her words interrupted Wuming's thoughts, and his face suddenly changed back to his usual coldness, and he snorted: "Yes, sleep talk! You don't need to believe it. Anyway, I am a man without roots, and maybe I'm going to die in the next moment, so why bother telling you this?"
"I don't care about listening to it either!" After sitting down, Cheng Ningxiang didn't want to leave, and asked curiously: "Hey, is your name Wuming? This name is so strange. Who is Diewu? Is it worth your love for her like that?"
"Miss, you've asked too much." Wuming stood up, "I'm going to find a way out."
"Hey, are you angry?" Cheng Ningxiang grabbed Wuming's weakness, "I can't walk anymore, you'd better leave me and run away by yourself. Anyway, I'm a miserable woman who is unloved. If I die, it's better not to drag you down!"
Wuming stopped his steps, frowned, his eyes were so sharp in the dark, staring at Cheng Ningxiang. Suddenly, he bent down on the waist of a vest, half-bearing his back, and said coldly: "Come up!"
Cheng Ningxiang was startled: "What do you... want to do?"
"Don't talk nonsense, come on, I'll carry you away!"
Wuming's voice became even colder, but his words were filled with concern. Cheng Ningxiang laughed and smiled secretly.