Chapter 2560

Feng Shaojin didn't know if the sick and dazed Mo Lingwei had listened, but she seemed to have fallen asleep again.

In the dark and narrow space, breathing gradually became difficult, and there was a slight vibration coming from the ground.

Feng Shaojin didn't know how long Mo Lingwei could hold on.

All he knew was that she was burning hot all over, and while she was half asleep and half awake, she murmured for a drink of water, so Feng Shaojin bit his own finger and fed it to her lips.

She occasionally called his name, and when she heard his answer, she fell asleep peacefully in his arms again.

Sometimes Feng Shaojin was afraid that she would fall asleep and would not be able to wake up, so he would wake her up softly, "Ling Wei, talk to me, okay?"

"How long have we been buried here?" Mo Lingwei occasionally woke up and asked him, his voice was so weak that there was only the sound of air currents.

"I don't know." Feng Shaojin hugged her in his arms, "Someone is looking for us outside, and they will find us soon, you must hold on."

"good."

"Ling Wei..."

"Um?"

"You must work hard to survive, get out safely, and promise me!"

"Um."

"After I get out, I promise you that I will never pester you again."

There is no chance to pester you again.

Mo Lingwei listened vaguely, and said "Hum".

In the darkness, he couldn't see Feng Shaojin's extremely pale face due to excessive blood loss, nor did he know how embarrassed he was holding on to his last breath.

He didn't even know the despair and regret deep in his eyes.

"I'm tired and want to rest for a while." Feng Shaojin slowly closed his eyes, "I heard someone talking, wake up, and help me listen to what they said?"

"Ling Wei, don't hate me!" A tear fell from the corner of the man's eye, "I'm sorry!"

He didn't know what to say to her except for the three words "sorry".

…

The other courtyard, which was almost burnt into ruins, was surrounded by the uniform Mohist army and the Feng family army.

Feng Yichen twisted the medical bag, watching these people who were quickly cleaning up the ruins, his heart was broken into thousands of pieces like a glass bottle that fell on the ground.

Even every breath is suffocating.

Gu Wei, together with He Wenhao, was directing the Feng Family Army to clean up the southern part of the other courtyard, and by the way, asked the rescued children where Mo Lingwei might exist.

Mo Lingyuan was dressed in a military uniform, leading Mu Qing and Duan Changyu, commanding the Mohist army, picking up the ruins to the north of the courtyard.

Three days and three nights have passed, three days and three nights have passed, and no one has been found from the ruins.

It was raining in the sky, and the rain was getting bigger and bigger, and it was pouring down from the sky like a wash.

Feng Yichen looked at the tortured half-dead, those people kneeling in front of the ruins, picked up the stones on the ground, and was about to throw them on the heads of those people.

But Gu Wei stopped him: "Master Yichen, calm down."

"Calm down, how do you want me to be calm? How do you want me to be calm? How else should I be calm?" Standing in the heavy rain, Feng Yichen couldn't restrain himself any longer, and yelled almost like howling: "I cremated me with my own hands. Father Marshal hurried back with his ashes.

Along the way, I heard that the Feng family army had defeated the Dongyang people, and the victory was a foregone conclusion.

Do you know how happy I am?

So many days!

It has been so many days and nights since the battle started, and I finally heard the great news. I thought I could finally see my last relative.

But what is waiting for me?

Both of them were buried in the sea of ​​fire, after so many days of searching, so many charred bodies were dragged out..."