Chapter 1099

e gone?

What are you doing in the middle of the night?

……

Under the light beam of the flashlight, the rain is extremely dense, thousands of thousands.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, the trees on the roadside are shaking, and the leaves are singing in the rain.

Mu Huahong took a short cut, which did not need to go through the street. He continued to extend to the dark along the muddy and difficult path.

The road here is rugged and difficult to walk. It's raining heavily. If you go down, you can't pull it out.

Mu Huahong couldn't care about the mud on his trousers and ran all the way. When he ran down the hill, he was already panting.

He picked up the flashlight and looked up. As expected, the sudden strong wind made the sea of flowers fall to one side, and also blew down the evocation bell. The tree on the edge of the cliff broke several branches.

Mu Huahong bit the flashlight in his mouth, and climbed up the slope with his hands and feet. He picked up the bell along the road and held the red rope tightly in his hands.

He crawled all over the slope to pick up the bells.

He grabbed the stone in one hand, but it was loose. He tried so hard that Mu Huahong fell down.

The arm was cut out, the blood suddenly gurgled out, and the rain could not dilute the smell of blood.

Mu Huahong didn't even look at it. He continued to climb up and pick up bells everywhere.

In the end, he was no longer young. This action made him feel embarrassed. Even his back was bent. From a distance, his figure looked like an old man

Finally, Mu Huahong climbed to the edge of the cliff and sat on the ground panting. While panting, he checked the bell in his hand and wiped the mud stains on it with his clothes.

After all this, Mu Huahong swept around with a flashlight to see if there were any bells left behind.

A red rope floats on the farthest cliff and hangs on a stone tip.

That's the highest one.

Mu Huahong went over and leaned over to get it. If it wasn't enough, he could only go forward and stoop to pick it up.

Under the light of the flashlight, thousands of raindrops fell into a bottomless dark abyss.

The hand full of mud just touched the red rope. A gust of wind blew and the red rope fell directly. Mu Huahong's eyes were shocked. He leaned forward to catch it reflexively. When his feet slipped, he fell with the red rope.

“……”

As he slid down for a second, Mu Huahong felt relieved.

But soon, his arm was grasped from behind, and he was pulled hard from behind. He just watched the red rope bell getting farther and farther away from him

Mu Huahong was pulled down by the force, and a bell in his hand rang wantonly.

He quickly looked back and saw a black umbrella on the ground. Ying Hannian stood there in the heavy rain, staring at him with low eyes. His face was almost ferocious, and his eyes were more gloomy than the weather.

"Cold year?"

Mu Huahong looked at him in amazement, almost thinking that he was wrong.

"You want to die and find a good place, don't sully here!"

Should be cold years gnash teeth to roar out, the whole body is drenched with rain.

“……” Mu Huahong stood up from the ground. His foot had just sprained. He was in severe pain at the moment. He looked at Ying Hannian in shock. He suddenly thought of the child at home who was similar to xiaojingshi, and immediately understood everything. "It's really you, that child

..."

His voice trembled in the rain.

“……”

Ying Hannian glared at him and did not speak.

When the bell sounded, Mu Huahong came back and patted him on the arm. "It's raining too much outside. Go back and have a rest. I'll talk to you later."

With that, he looked down again, turned around and limped down the slope to pick up the bell.

"Are you crazy to die?"

Should cold year roar a way, the facial expression sees acme hard.

Smell speech, Mu Hua Hong sees him one eye, unexpectedly smile, "rest assured, I am familiar here, can't die."

I'm dying. He died the first time he climbed up.

The taste of digging heart and bone should have tortured him to death.

With that, Mu Huahong didn't talk to him much. He went down the road, but the weather was bad, and every step was slippery. Mu Huahong didn't go down a few steps, and he slipped out again.

This time, he was held back by Ying Hannian, and they could stop.

Ying Hannian was so angry that he grabbed a red rope bell from his hand and said, "give it to me!"

Mu Huahong noticed his intention and his face changed, "what are you doing? Don't move this

"What's that? Who's sick of hanging it on the mountain! Throw it away

Ying Hannian reaches for his hand.

Mu Huahong couldn't resist the strength of the young man. He held his fingers tightly, but they were broken off one by one by Ying Hannian.

Seeing this, Mu Huahong was flustered and said excitedly, "this is the evocation bell. I've been hanging it for two years. You can't lose it!"He used all his strength to hold a red rope. When he broke it up again, he was stiff. The pain came from his fingers, and he didn't move.

It seems that I would rather be broken than let go.

Obstinate and crazy.

It's no different from a psychopath.

"If the evocation bell is useful, my mother will come out early to see me! Is it your turn? "

Ying Hannian stops, stares at him and roars hysterically. He reaches for mu Huahong's collar and lets the rain wash his face. "You call my mother's soul, aren't you ridiculous? Are you not afraid that my mother will show up to claim your life? "

Smell speech, Mu Hua Hong smile, smile especially loud.

"That's great." Mu Huahong said with a smile, "what is life seeking? As long as she appears, I will not frown when I strip skin and bone, unload meat and dig blood for her!"

His laughter was caught in the heavy rain, and could not be washed away.

Ying Hannian glared at him, his chest heaved violently, his fingers tightened his collar, and laughed, "you dream, you can't see her, you live or die, you can't see her, that's your life!"

“……” Mu Huahong looked at the rain covered Ying Hannian, listened to the word like a curse, restrained his smile and said in a low voice, "yes, it's my life, so don't stop it, otherwise, I think you can't give up my father."

It should be his life.

“……”

Ying Hannian's eyes were fierce, but his hands froze after hearing this.

Mu Huahong reached out to push away Ying Hannian's hand and went down step by step.

Ying Hannian didn't pull him any more. He stopped and looked at him coldly. He limped and slipped several times. He said coldly, "even if you die here today, I won't collect your body."

Mu Huahong is not dead.

He finally picked up all the fallen red rope bells, climbed up again exhausted, and then walked towards the tree step by step.

Ying Hannian stood by the umbrella, stepped on the flowers under his feet, and watched Mu Huahong start to climb the trees on the cliff without fear of death.

The wind came, and it was crumbling.

It is not surprising that he should fall at any time. Ying Hannian touched his body. There was no smoke or sugar. He was very upset.