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Chapter 102 Abyss

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    There was a muffled thunder in the sky. It was muffled at first, then the thunder rolled in and the rain poured down.

    "Why?" Yu Qingjia stared at Murong Yan, her eyes gleaming with water, bright and persistent, "Why did you come to save me?"

    In many previous cases, such as the exposure of identity during an assassination, the almost suffocating kiss in the rockery, Murong Yan twisting her hair during the New Year, Murong Yan took the initiative every time, and Yu Qingjia was either embarrassed or shy, but always passive.  It was her first explicit attack.

    Yu Qingjia¡¯s eyes reflected his figure. She looked at people seriously, as if Murong Yan was the only one in her world.

    Murong Yan's heart felt like it was being torn apart, how could he be willing to give up his poppy to others, but Yu Qingjia was not an object, she was a living person.  If it were replaced by anything, he could let his possessiveness run wild and would rather destroy it than let it fall into the hands of others, but that was Yu Qingjia.

    He was afraid that she would be hot, afraid that she would be cold, afraid that she would be hurt, afraid that she would be unhappy, and even more afraid that his dark side would hurt her.  He always only considers himself when doing things. He doesn't like children, is not filial to his elders, and has no empathy. He wants Yu Qingjia to have the highest power, the most beautiful clothes, and all the treasures that are praised by others in the world.

    Because he cared too much, he couldn't bear the loss. He couldn't even believe in himself.  He never thinks there is anything wrong with his behavior. As long as he has power, no one dares to criticize him even if he is stupid and cruel. As for what future generations will say after his death, who cares?  However, he was afraid that Yu Qingjia wouldn't like it.

    Yu Qingjia never said she was willing, and she only regarded him as a friend at first.  She said that the person she likes must have an upright temperament, a good family, and noble moral character.  These are completely the opposite of Murong Yan, and she doesn't care about Murong Yan's background, martial arts, scheming, or status.

    The weak and beautiful flower blooms just right in the sunshine. She is born suitable for light and rain. Even if the abyss deceives itself and takes her by force, it cannot let her survive.

    In this case, before he really has it, he can still force himself to let go.  This was the limit of his endurance.

    Murong Yan lowered his head and looked at Yu Qingjia. What a pair of beautiful eyes they were. His blood was clamoring to possess, snatch, and hide them secretly every second, so that she could only look at him from now on.  Murong Yan smiled in her heart. If Yu Qingjia knew what he was thinking now, she would definitely not look at him like this.

    Murong Yan fastened Yu Qingjia's collar and covered her with his coat.  He was silent while doing a series of things. Yu Qingjia also stared at him with wide eyes, ignoring the rain on her face and looking at him stubbornly.  The thunder covered up many things. Just as Murong Yan was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed.  Before Yu Qingjia had time to know what happened, she only heard Murong Yan pull out the knife with a clanking sound, and a cry came from behind: "There is a wolf!"

    Murong Yan pushed her away: "Follow this road and don't look back."

    Yu Qingjia staggered to her feet. She turned around and tried to grab Murong Yan, but the crowd behind her was frightened and rushed out.  Yu Qingjia was knocked unsteady by the crowd. She tried her best to hold on to the stone on the roadside, stood on tiptoes and shouted: "Fox!"

    Murong Yan heard Yu Qingjia's voice. Her voice was aggrieved and helpless, with a strong accusation of abandonment. Murong Yan's fingers holding the knife tightened, and in the end she did not look back.

    The earthquake shook the wolves in the mountains. Now the wolves are frightened and have lost their habitat. The people of this group are the food rations that come to their doorsteps.  Murong Yan did not have any hobbies such as helping others or sacrificing himself for others, but Yu Qingjia was also among the crowd.  On the field, he was the only one capable enough to deal with the wolves behind him.

    Murong Yan went upstream, and no one among the people swarming down dared to stand in front of Murong Yan. They all scrambled to get out of the way when they were far away.  Murong Yan's journey was smooth, but Yu Qingjia was frequently blocked by the crowd. In the blink of an eye, the distance between them widened.

    Yu Qingjia was so angry that she almost died. She was almost pushed down by the crowd. Yu Qingjia held on to the protruding stone on the side and barely stabilized her body.  She was so angry that she wiped the rain off her face and said fiercely: "You go back on your word and don't keep your credibility. If you keep doing this, I will really leave!"

    After finishing speaking, Yu Qingjia thought of something and sighed sadly: "He is a person who does not keep his word."

    Before Yu Qingjia finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently. Yu Qingjia grabbed the stone and barely managed to avoid falling to the ground. Others did not have such good luck. They swayed left and right, and most of them fell into the mud.  Yu Qingjia looked up at the mountain, and the crowd behind him burst into panic and cried: "The ground is shaking again, this road is going to collapse."

    &nbs??Why come back?  You have obviously gone out, why do you want to come back?  "

    Murong Yan tried too hard and was much taller than her, so Yu Qingjia had to stand on her tiptoes to reach him.  She did not remind him that her bones were aching, but put her arms around Murong Yan's waist, burying her cheek in his neck. She didn't know whether it was tears or rain on her eyelashes: "I promised you, as long as I live, I will  I won¡¯t leave you behind.¡±

    Murong Yan tightened her arms harder and harder, and the wounds under her ribs grew larger and larger. The blood and rain soaked their clothes.  Murong Yan's rationality that he had held on to for many days completely collapsed. He never wanted to let Yu Qingjia find the person she liked, and he never wanted to let Yu Qingjia live her own life.  She belonged to him, from the beginning.

    He had deliberately set up a tree since last year to warn himself that his rationality had completely collapsed. He had originally convinced himself not to involve Yu Qingjia. If he failed, Yu Qingjia could still live a peaceful and happy life knowing nothing, but at this moment Murong Yan  The emotions burst through the dam and surged out.  He can't do it anymore. If he wins, he will put the world in front of her. If he loses, he will take Yu Qingjia to hell together.

    "Jiajia, I am selfish, ruthless, and contrary to your ideals. But even so, I am still greedy, what should I do?"

    Yu Qingjia listened and silently put her cheek on his shoulder: "The ideal is the ideal, you are you. Later I thought about it, it is enough for an upright person to have my father. I can choose another person to like."

    "What will you do if one day you find out that I am different from what you thought and will do some very extreme things?"

    For example, even if I die, I will pull you with me.

    "I know." Yu Qingjia said, "But who told you to be like this?"

    Murong Yan tightened his hands again, almost as if he wanted to integrate her into his own flesh and blood.  He hugged the person in his arms tightly. The night was dark and the rain was pouring. Yu Qingjia in his arms was the only warmth in the darkness.  Murong Yan finally had enough of hugging her, and slowly let go of her arms, placed Yu Qingjia on the ground, and slowly brushed her forehead hair that was wet from the rain.

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