Chapter 213

After Qian Sangsang put everything in place, he put the head of Han Mo in the middle. In this way, all the body fragments of Han Mo have been completely together.

"What else can we do now?" Qian Sangsang thought very calmly. She thought that if Han Mo really died, she would not like to be like this.

Raise an eye to ask the Red Necklace in front of, "I want to sew up the body of Han Mo, do you have such thing?" Before the words came down, Qian Sangsang had something that had fallen from the Red Necklace in his hand.

After trying the touch in his hand, he felt that the thread was not ordinary. It seemed that it was sending a faint moonlight. He couldn't care so much. Qian Sangsang sat on the ground and began to mend the fragments of Han mo.

When Qian Sangsang quietly sews up his body, Tianwaitian outside chaos has long been in trouble. Because Qian Sangsang and Han Mo, two prisoners at large, have not been found, many people have begun to panic.

Because of the loss of color, people's life is not very convenient for a while. It's not only the common people who think so, but also the great God who is thinking about it. After so long, where are the two people hiding?

No one has been found. The dead wood world and Xiuzhen world have gone, and the place they should be found has been found, but there are still no two people. As a last resort, the great God withdrew the people sent out.

However, the fugitive was not found, and the God of heaven could not give an account to the people outside Heaven, so he had to call them sick every day, but this method could not last long, and the disease would be better one day, right?

The great God is worried about this matter. If there is no way to solve the problem of color disappearance, then he really has no way to explain it.

But Qian Sangsang's mood at the moment can't describe the sadness in her heart with four words of heartbreak. Her hand is mending Han Mo's body a little bit, but what flashed in her mind is all the bits they get along with each other.

"Han Mo, remember the first time I saw you? I'm really surprised. Why do you have such a good-looking man? "

Qian Sangsang sews up the fragments of Han Mo and talks to himself. Although he knows that Han Mo can't answer himself any more.

But still have a trace of hope in the heart, hope that Han Mo can be like before, when she is sad, can quietly open her eyes, to cry she said.

"Fool, I lied to you. I'm still alive." But it's always a dream. Now, Han Mo can't open his eyes any more. How Qian Sangsang hopes it's just a dream!

Dream wake up, Han Mo will wake up, but the reality is not satisfactory, Qian Sangsang think, too simple, Qian Sangsang don't know exactly how long, also don't know exactly when.

The stitching of Han Mo's body is far more complicated than she imagined. Her arms are too tired to lift, but her hands are not stitched well. Qian Sangsang is very tired and sleeps slowly by Han Mo's body.

Qian Sangsang's face is still full of tears when he falls asleep. When he wakes up, his brain is in a daze, but his hand has already begun to mend Han Mo's body spontaneously. He is calm, and Qian Sangsang mends it again.

His hands became more and more skillful. Qian Sang Sang laughed bitterly. In his previous life, he always hated such things as sewing. But under the pressure of his mother, he had to learn a little. He didn't expect that he would come into use now.

Slowly continue to mend, dare not think carelessly, in such a quiet atmosphere, Qian Sangsang can not help thinking about some things, after he came to this world bit by bit.

And Han Mo's first acquaintance, slowly get along with, don't know when, the seemingly cold man, has approached his heart, also don't know why in the end, unconsciously, gradually become an indispensable person around him.

Looking at the lifeless appearance of Han Mo at the moment, Qian Sangsang's tears rolled down again, dripping on Han Mo's body. In the next period of time, Qian Sangsang didn't stop his action at all.

No matter how tired he was, he pricked his hand with a needle, forced himself not to stop and continued to move. When the last piece was completely sewn into Han Mo's body, Qian Sangli took off and fainted.

Qian Sangsang seems to have a dream. She dreams that she has just come to Tianwaitian with Han Mo and blinks her eyes. She can't believe what she sees.

"Han Mo is not dead!" Qian Sangsang's inner joy and excitement can't be expressed, just standing in situ looking at Han mo.

Han Mo smiles, "what's the matter? We're in the sky. Why are you looking like this? " Soft voice said, but Qian Sangsang's tears fell down unconsciously, this is Han Mo! It's my favorite Han Mo!

Han Mo watched Qian Sangsang shed tears, rushed to her side, looked at Qian Sangsang, "what's the matter? Is it still painful? " But Sang Sang still shook his head in tears.

Han Mo touched Qian Sangsang's hair and looked at Qian Sangsang worried. Qian Sangsang choked, "is this in a dream? Is that true? ""Fool, it's true here. What are you thinking about day by day in your little brain?" Qian Sangsang pounces on Han Mo's arms, weeping to tell all he has experienced.

"I dreamt that you died, and we were in chaos. In order to save me, you were killed by the great God, and your body was broken into many pieces. I sewed you up..."

"Han Mo, are you serious? Tell me, am I dreaming? " Qian Sangsang raised his head, looked at Han Mo's eyes, eager for an answer, let himself calm down.

Han Mo on the top of his head showed a strange smile, "what do you say? Qian Sangsang When finished with this sentence, Han Mo's face suddenly turned into colored glass.

"Sangsang, I also want to save you. Why don't you feel sorry for me?" There was a slight complaint in the tone.

Qian Sangsang quickly withdrew from the embrace of colored glaze. For a moment, he was unprepared and accidentally fell on the ground. Colored glaze wanted to pull Qian Sangsang up. Qian Sangsang on the ground avoided it and finally understood that it was not reality at all here!

Just a dream, looking at the colored glaze, tears in the eyes rolled down.

"Colored glaze, I'm sorry, I hurt you. You were hurt because of me. If I could bear it a little bit, maybe things would not be like this now." Colored glaze came forward and held out his hand to Qian Sangsang.

"Fool, these have nothing to do with you, you don't blame yourself too much, these things are already doomed, no one can avoid, so don't be sad." Qian Sangsang put his hand on the colored glaze.

He got up, but the colored glaze turned into the shape of the God of heaven, and Qian Sangsang was scared to sit on the ground again.

The big God's face is ferocious, "Qian Sangsang, you are so damned! You've killed two people, colored glaze and Han mo. why don't you die yourself? " There is a little temptation in the tone.

At this time, Qian Sangsang didn't know what was wrong, mumbling and repeating the words of the great God.

"I'll die myself?"

"Yes, you die by yourself. Look at the cliff in front of you. As long as you jump down, jump down, all your troubles will be gone." Qian Sangsang himself slowly stood up, constantly recalling the words of the great God in his mind.