I Took Home a Mummy

Untitled Part 64

The cell was full of **** and burnt smells, and the unpleasant smell was suffocating.

Cao Yang looked at Mo Huai, who was squatting on the ground. He stared at the burnt corpse in a daze. He was silent, and there was a cold breath that made people afraid to approach.

I don't know how long it took, Qiao Ziyan also found here. He walked in with a cold, iron-blooded aura, covered in chills, and his sharp eyes first fell on the corpse next to Mo Huai.

For a moment, a painful color flashed in his eyes.

He strode forward, his angular face was full of anger, he grabbed Mo Huai's clothes and slammed it at him, "This is how you did her boyfriend? That's it. Love her?" He asked angrily, "Let her be killed inexplicably?"

The fist slammed heavily on the corner of his mouth, and it swelled all at once, and the blood slowly seeped out.

Mo Huai did not fight back. He raised his eyes to look at Qiao Ziyan, his eye sockets were red, and the depths of his eyes were desolate. He pushed aside his hand holding his collar, his expression blank, his tone was bleak and silent, "She is not dead."

As if he was deceiving himself, he kept his voice dumb and repeated, "She is not dead."

Qiao Ziyan's always iron-cold face was shocked, "She... isn't this her?"

A burst of blood surged upward, and the smell of blood filled his mouth. Mo Huai closed his eyes, his eyes were covered with a layer of haze, no longer looked at the corpse on the ground, and he turned and left.

Luo Ji's back lost all his anger, and his voice was low and deep, echoing in the room, "If she really isn't there anymore." The black eyes are pitch-black, dull and colorless, like the dead sea of ​​Shenxuan," I won't let her wait too long..."

Then, in the consternation of Qiao Ziyan and Cao Yang, the tall and thin back disappeared outside the door.

"This......"

Cao Yang looked outside the door, then at the corpse on the ground, "Miss Na Ning..."

In the next second, he immediately covered his mouth, gritted his teeth, heartbroken, and chased outside. Listening to what Mo Huai said just now, he worried that Mo Huai would go crazy and do stupid things.

......

As the Chinese New Year approached, the heavy snow was falling tirelessly, without the intention of stopping, and the white pavement was paved layer after layer, vowing to turn the whole city into a powdered jade.

Slowly opened his eyes, a daze in front of him, until the line of sight gradually became clear, Ning Mitang regained consciousness.

"you're awake?"

At this moment, the man who was walking in by the door found that the girl was awake, and his handsome face spread a smile, gentle and gentle.

He strode to the bed and stopped the girl from thinking about it, "Don't get out of bed, you have been in a coma for three days with a high fever, and your fever has just subsided, and your body is still very weak." He put the food he was holding aside, thoughtful. Put the pillow behind Ning Mitang and let her lean against.

Ning Mitang's heart trembled. She stared at Song Jingchen next to her in amazement, her jet-black eyes darkened, "Brother Song."

Song Jingchen reached out his hand and touched her straight black hair affectionately, "Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

Ning Mitang lowered her body forward, avoiding his touch, her pale lips pursed, "It's much better. Where am I?"

"You have something to eat first." Song Jingchen put a bowl of red date and millet porridge in front of her, "It's a bit hot, do I need to feed you?"