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The nourishment in Mo Xiaoxiao's hand was pressed against the wound on his back, wiping away the sand in his flesh. The blood in his body was instantly drenched, and the veins on Xiao Meng Han's neck were popping.

Her hands moved quickly, and she didn't dare to look at Xiao Meng Han's face. She could only stare intently at the long wound that was filled with fine sand made of stone.

Sweat trickled down her face, blocking her line of sight. She blinked her eyes and tried her best to shake off the sweat on her eyelashes as she continued working busily.

When the last speck of sand left the wound, Xiao Meng Han's face was no longer red like before, but as white as paper. Her body was drenched in sweat.

It was already hard to tell if it was his own sweat or Xiao Meng Han's, or both.

She trembled as she looked at the wound. There was a wave of dizziness that made her almost unable to keep her body steady. The water in the groove was as red as blood, and she felt like she wasn't even hearing her own voice, "It's done."

Xiao Meng Han was no longer able to answer Jing Xiaoxiao's question, and her legs were shaking violently.

He had been trying hard to resist the pain on his back, but now he realized that his lips had been bitten through. The taste of blood spread through his mouth as he slowly breathed out. A gentle hand appeared on his face.

He used a clean cloth to wipe away the sweat and blood on Xiao Meng Han's face. In the next second, her hand had fallen into his.

No one was speaking. What was fermenting between them?

Silent Xiao Ran bit on the corner of her lips as she tried her best to restrain the trembling of her body. Xuan Peng's face gradually appeared in her mind as his deep eyes stared unblinkingly at her.

He stayed silent until he whispered, "Xuan Peng."

Only then did she know that she could never forget Xuan Peng. All she could remember was Xuan Peng's kindness toward her, and the little bit of sweetness between them.

Her slender fingers left his waist and Xiao Meng Han lowered her head. Her fine white hair cast a few shadows on her forehead, making it hard for him to see his expression.

For some inexplicable reason, her heart ached. The wounds on her body caused her heart to ache for Xiao Meng Han.

"Xiao Meng Han, me?"

"We should set off. Xiao Yan, don't worry, I will definitely send you out. I will also let you deviate from your original path and return to the right path in your life." A deep voice, each word as if a knife had cut through his heart, heavily hammered down in her mind.

Xiao Menghan had no way to take over the man Xuan Peng's position in his heart. She had his own child, and she had become his own woman. Whatever he did for her, it wouldn't be enough to cancel out Xuan Peng's point.

Struggling to get up, Xiao Meng Han's mind went into a trance as she looked at the setting sun. She felt as if countless stars were revolving around the sun. She raised her foot, but was still unable to touch the solid ground.

Jing Xiaoxiao's worried voice came from afar. It sounded so ethereal.

Xiao Menghan wanted to tell her that he was fine, that the sun above her had lost its luster, and that everything was falling into darkness.

"Xiao Meng Han, Xiao Meng Han." Jing Xiaoxiao watched as the tall figure weakly fell to the ground.

With a loud bang, her heart skipped a beat. Such a powerful man fainted just like that.

She turned her head to look at her surroundings, only to hear the sound of the river quietly flowing past, the surroundings were completely silent, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the river flowing past.

Only now did he realize that his body was extremely weak and his forehead was burning.

A lot of people love to watch thriller, want that kind of effect that makes the heart lock tightly, the nerves are tight and then let go of the stress of life.

Mo Xiaoxiao had completely forgotten where she was. She held onto Xiao MengHan's arm and watched as Xiao Menghan became poisoned and turned into the primitive version of Mt. Tai.

Yes, this was the most appropriate description for Xiao Meng Han.

She wanted to run, but her feet stood there without moving. She wanted to let go of his arm, but her fingers tightened around it, because his muscles were taut.

Roar, a low roar. He opened his eyes, the happiness in his clear and pitch-black eyes was so obvious. He looked at Mo Xiaoxiao, opened his mouth, and in the next second, used his big hands to hug her.

"Xiao Meng Han." Mo Xiaoxiao felt the itch in her body, and quickly avoided Xiao Meng Han's big head. The itch on her neck became stronger and stronger.

Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back her laughter, but she was worried about the wound on Xiao Meng Han's back, so she specially checked his back.

Some of the fine fur on the wound had already grown out, and it seemed that the healing was not bad.

Just like last night when he was bathing in the river, he did not even scream out in pain. Perhaps he knew the truth, so he did not resist or fear and instead lamented the fickleness of fate.

Now, there was no need for Jing Xiaoxiao to walk while her legs were shaking. She was very comfortable in his embrace, and even if she wanted to walk by herself, he would carry her domineeringly.

If she persisted, his large hand would gently rest on her belly, his pleading eyes watching her silently.

The questions that she had thrown to the back of her mind had squeezed into her mind again. Her silence made the figure who was hugging her fall into silence as well. He carefully fiddled with her little hand with a finger, turned his head to look at her in annoyance and self-blame, then opened his mouth: "Silent, silent."

"Mm, you called me by my name?" Jing Xiaoxiao looked up in surprise at the man hugging her. Was he calling her silently? She taught him to call her name word by word: "Silent Little Dye."

"What? Roar!" Shaking his head, he bit his tongue. He didn't want to follow Silent Red and learn to call her name. Silently, he reached out his hand to grab his ear.

He was in so much pain that his face turned livid. Unwilling to give up, he growled, "Moo."

Wasn't this the voice of a bull? Jing Xiaoxiao giggled. She suddenly felt that the big guy beside her was not that scary. Other than being a little muddle-headed, he did not seem to have done anything evil.

Seeing that he was so happy, he moaned again in a low voice, intentionally using his hair to pin Mo Xiaoxiao's face. His footsteps were very fast, her body gently rubbed against his body due to the bumpy walk, it was very comfortable, it gave him a strange and wonderful feeling.

What he didn't notice was that their route was the reverse of the city. He didn't like the pungent smell of the city.

He loved the free air that came from the mountains of nature. He was afraid that if he went back, he would enter the cage, and she would leave him.

"Wait, wait, where are we going now?" At last, Mo Xiaoxiao realized that something was wrong. She patted his arm and picked up a handful of hair to pull it up.

As he exerted his strength, he managed to grab a few strands of white hair.

"Roar!" He felt the pain in his head as he looked down at Silent Red. His eyes were aggrieved.