Wen Tong's hands were covered with blood, and she was trembling with fear and distress. It was the first time that she saw someone around her suffer such injuries, and the shock was beyond words.
Cang Yue's gaze dropped to the top of her hair, and she could vaguely see two scars.
Although she was running all the way, her body still exuded a faint fragrance, like a flower, filling the surroundings.
The corners of his lips slightly curved upward, as if the injuries on his body were no longer so painful.
No one has ever cared about him so much. Even if he was injured and bleeding and about to die, he would not get a word of attention.
Now, even if he dies, he has no regrets.
No, he can't die, he must bring her back alive and intact.
Wen Tong tied a knot and soon saw blood oozing out of the clothes. Such a simple way to stop the bleeding was not enough.
Wen Tong suddenly regretted that she had not studied medicine, otherwise she would have figured out a way to stop his bleeding.
Cang Yue suddenly pressed her hand, then turned around and walked into the forest. Not long after walking, he squatted down and dug something on the ground.
"Is it a herb?" Wen Tong asked in surprise. She almost forgot that he grew up in the forest.
Cang Yue put the herbs in her mouth, chewed them and then pressed them on the wound. The severe pain made him frown and grow long eyebrows.
Wen Tong hurriedly helped to fix the herbs, and the blood dyed the grass liquid red, and the speed of overflowing was no longer so violent.
"Walk."
His injuries are not a problem, but if this delay continues, they will definitely not be able to escape.
Wen Tong wanted to hug Ding Ding, but he snatched her away with a calm expression on his face, as if the injured person was not him.
Wen Tong had no choice but to follow him closely.
Is he really an iron man? There is a bullet in his body.
I don't know how much time passed, but just when the two felt that they had gotten rid of the pursuing soldiers, the sound of machine guns suddenly came from behind.
Cang Yue pressed her head and they both lay down in the grass.
Looking back through the gaps in the leaves, seven or eight soldiers were running towards us. The jungle was their territory, and it would be difficult for all three of them to escape safely.
As if aware of this, Cang Yue suddenly handed Ding Ding into Wen Tong's arms. There was no trace of fear in her dark eyes, but there was a hint of reluctance.
He has never missed anyone. For him, he will only obey orders when he is alone. He will die at any time, but death is not terrible, because both worlds of life and death have the same meaning, except for darkness.
But now, he was suddenly afraid of death, because as soon as he closed his eyes, he would never see this face again.
He is a killer, and he shouldn't show such an expression. Once a killer gets emotional, it's a taboo.
He stared at her hard, as if he had a thousand words to say, no need to speak, he thought, she understood.
"Take him and run away!" He said four words, each word was sonorous and powerful, with a deep energy in Dantian.
Wen Tong knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to lure those people away by himself so that she could have a chance to leave with Ding Ding. But there was only one result in distracting those people, death!
Even if he is Cang Yue.
The pursuers were getting closer and closer, and the sound of footsteps seemed to be right next to my ears.
Wen Tong made the most difficult but wisest decision for her. She hugged Ding Ding into Cang Yue's arms again, tears filling her beautiful eyes.
"Cang Yue, I'll lure these people away, and you take Ding Ding away."
She pressed his lips that were about to refuse, and shook her head firmly, "I can't even protect myself in this jungle. There is no way to protect Ding Ding. My life doesn't matter, but I must let him live. If
If you go, all three of us will die!"
She was right. Even if Cang Yue lured the pursuers away, she still couldn't escape from the jungle. Even if she escaped, in a country where drug lords are everywhere and there is almost no security, she still couldn't bring Ding Ding back to her.
Take her out, she can save two lives by sacrificing herself, this is the most correct choice.
"No." Cang Yue still refused.
"Cang Yue, there is no time, and you know very well that this is the best way." She smiled sadly, "Don't worry, I won't let those people insult me."
She took out a small knife, which was given to her by Ah Qing. It was knocked away by the thin man in the hut, and she picked it up again.
"I'll use it to learn about myself."
Cang Yue's pupils were dilated, her fists were clenched tightly, and her veins were exposed.
"Mom." Ding Ding understood what she was saying, and tears streamed down his face, "No, I want my mother, I want my mother."
Cang Yue reached out and covered his mouth, and he rolled in his arms like a carp, shaking his head like a rattle.
"Ding Ding, baby." Wen Tong tried her best to smile, and reached out to touch his smooth little face and moist eyebrows, "Baby, mommy loves you."
"..." Ding Ding shook his head, crying more and more fiercely.
"Mom loves you." Wen Tong cried and kissed his forehead again and again. Finally, she pushed Cang Yue firmly and said, "Cang Yue, please, you must take Ding Ding safely."
Go back, this is my...last request."
Cang Yue grabbed her hand, holding it very hard, with a soft light in her wolf-like eyes.
"Please!" Wen Tong stood up and bowed vigorously at ninety degrees, "My son is begging you."
Tintin was still crying, scratching his little hands in the air.
Wen Tong leaned down and kissed his little face again, as if she could never get enough.
This is the only thing she can do. Her life can be exchanged for her son's life. Even if she is asked to choose a hundred times, she will not look back.
Cang Yue looked at her slender body, feeling for the first time that she was strong and tall. She looked thin but had a heart of steel, solid and inviolable.
Finally, he nodded vigorously and picked up Ding Ding. Ding Ding kicked her calves in his arms and looked at Wen Tong with wide eyes.
His vision was wet with tears, and his round little face gradually turned into a white shadow, and finally disappeared.
She held on to a fir tree next to her and burst into tears.
Goodbye, Ding Ding, goodbye, Beichen Xiao!
Beichen Xiao suddenly woke up from his nightmare, breaking out in a cold sweat!
In the dream, Wen Tong's pale eyes looked straight at him, without words or movements, just looking at him through the vast white mist.
He wanted to get closer, but there seemed to be a ravine between them, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get even half closer.
Suddenly, a curtain of blood appeared in front of them, and the wet blood blocked their sight.
When he opened his eyes again, she had disappeared.
He woke up and sat there blankly, his mind going blank for a moment.
Is it a dream or an illusion?
"Young Master," Wenze said in surprise, "You finally woke up."
"Why did I fall asleep?" He stood up on the bed in frustration.
Her life or death is uncertain now. How can he sleep here peacefully? He must find her and cannot waste a single second.
"You haven't slept or eaten for two days and two nights. Just now...you fainted."
Has his health gotten so bad?
No, he cannot fall. Who will find her if he falls?