PFC Chapter 737: I fell ill after being tortured
Chapter 737: I fell ill after being tortured
Chapter 737: I fell ill after being tortured
"Tell me if you can't walk anymore."
"What?" Huo Yan snorted coldly.
"Carry you."
"..."
Huo Yan was touched, and hesitated to speak. She bit her lip and followed him.
These two people are the embodiment of tragedy. When it got dark, according to Qian Ziang, they got lost again.
The most tragic thing is that it is raining.
An unlucky guy——
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Qian Ziang had never expected this. The small wooden house they had built in advance was still in the forest in front.
Now, not only have you been scheming against others, but you have also included yourself in the scheme. It seems that God is really not kind to anyone.
"I can't walk anymore, I can't walk anymore..."
Huo Yan cried, tears streaming down her face with the rain, and her feet were covered in mud.
How could she have suffered such hardship?
Her family was not poor before, and she had only lived with her mother at home for a few winter and summer vacations in the small town. She had never experienced such hardship.
When he grew up, his family fell into poverty, but in the past two years, he was with Zhuang Zhoucheng and became even more domineering.
Her husband treats her like an ancestor.
At this point, it would be strange if I didn't hate Qian Er the scoundrel to death.
Qian Ziang is also angry. What the hell is the weather like in Yunnan?
It was sunny during the day, why did it start raining so early in the evening?
"Hurry up! If you don't leave, I'll leave first. You can just wait and see. If a wild beast comes down from the mountain, it will tear you apart and devour you, leaving nothing behind. Your husband won't have to bury you either."
Qian Ziang was also angry, but he didn't help the girl at all and just walked away with big strides.
"Wait for me, wait for me..."
Huo Yan cried so hard that she almost fainted.
I didn’t eat anything at noon, but I walked all day, a whole day!
It started raining again. She walked forward in the rain. The only kind act done by the guy in front of her was to take off his coat and throw it to her on her head.
But she was so tired. Her hands were so sore from just holding them up, and her legs felt like they no longer belonged to her.
Qian Ziang walked ahead for a while and then stopped. He was determined not to encourage her temper and dawdle behind her.
Seeing her being so spoiled, he softened his attitude a little and said, "Just wait and see. She will definitely sit on the ground and not move. How late will it be to get to the wooden house in front?"
Qian Ziang did it on purpose. He had planned everything, even including revealing her true feelings and her stubbornness.
She refused to be carried on my back, and she also refused to be pulled away.
According to her, she asked him to break off a branch, and each of them would hold one end and pull her along.
When Qian Ziang heard this, he almost fainted from anger.
That's why I ignored her. Let her do what she wants. In ancient times, people in the martial arts world didn't care about trivial matters.
She is very reserved now, and doesn't want to be pulled or carried.
Okay, just take your time, it’s strange that he will care about you.
Don't think that all men in the world are like Lu Zeng and Zhuang Zhoucheng.
There are men who are willing to pamper you and depend on you, but there are also men who, no matter how much they like you, will not go along with you.
Huo Yan walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He couldn't open his eyes at all. They were full of tears and he wanted to die.
"Zhuang Zhoucheng, Zhuang Zhoucheng, where are you? I want to go home, Zhuang Zhoucheng, I want to go home..."
I walked and cried all the way without a break.
He caught up with Qian Ziang and stood in front of him. His knees went weak and he fell to the ground.
There was no point in keeping the clothes on my body. They were soaked through and covered in mud.
Qian Ziang's clothes were stuck to her head, and she looked so miserable, so miserable, so pitiful, so pitiful.
"I hate you, I hate you, Qian Er, you scoundrel. When I get back, I'm going to have Zhuang Zhoucheng kill you. I'm going to tear you apart, chop you into pieces, and chop you into pieces..."
Qian Ziang raised his hand to wipe away the rain, revealing a handsome face. The heavy rain fell down his pretty cheeks, ending at his chin, and a stream of rain dripped from his chin.
"It seems you're not as weak as I thought. You still have the energy to curse. Let's keep going."
After Qian Ziang finished speaking, he strode forward again.
"I'm not leaving. I don't want to leave..."
Huo Yan knelt on the ground and cried. His legs seemed to have been amputated and he had no feeling at all.
Seeing Qian Ziang's figure about to disappear in the dark rain, Huo Yan cried out and climbed up to chase after him.
"Wait for me, wait for me, okay? Wait for me..."
I cried all the way and fell down countless times. My face was covered in mud and water, and I couldn't recognize my original features at all. Only my eyes still had light in them.
Qian Ziang waited for her for a while, standing far away.
Huo Yan looked at Qian Ziang's figure and crawled towards him as if he saw the dawn.
In the rain, Qian Ziang shouted to her:
"It's not far, hold on."
Huo Yan got up and stumbled towards him:
"Wait for me……"
Qian Ziang took a look at the poor little guy, gritted his teeth, turned around and left.
I thought viciously in my heart: Woman, this is the price you pay for not wanting me!
First you have to carry her on your back and pull her.
She refused, and now even if she begged him to pull it, he would not agree.
There is only one chance. If you want to refuse in a pretentious way, then just go along with it. He won't do anything to you just by carrying you on his back.
Instead, you suffered a lot, and what was the result?
It was indeed not far, but the last distance seemed to have taken all her life's strength to cover.
Qian Ziang stood under the eaves of the wooden house, looking at the woman lying in the mud. His face was solemn and his eyes were dark and bright. A fire had already started in the house.
There's no need to ask who put the dry firewood in there, and don't say it was a passing hunter, that's all nonsense.
There are hunters these days, but they would never appear in a place like this.
Qian Ziang crossed his arms, his eyes cold and his brows furrowed. Well, she fell again.
In the time he saw her, she had fallen seven or eight times. She fell every three steps and couldn't even get up after falling to the ground.
Qian Ziang looked at her with a half-smile, walked into the heavy rain, approached Huo Yan step by step, and finally stopped in front of Huo Yan, his eyes fell on the person who fell to the ground.
Tsk tsk, how can this be considered a human being?
It's just a piece of mud.
How did you fall like this?
This mountain road is not easy to walk on, but it's not exaggerated to this extent. It's true that he has been spoiled by someone and it becomes like this after just a few steps.
tsk...
Qian Ziang half-knelt in front of her and pulled the clothes that were sticking to her hands.
"Want me to help?"
"I hate you..." Huo Yan muttered.
Her voice had become weak and a little hoarse. Qian Ziang realized something was wrong and immediately reached out to touch her forehead.
Wow, it’s so hot!
"Oh my god! What's wrong with your body? Why is it so fragile?"
Qian Ziang became anxious, and immediately picked the man up from the mud and water and strode towards the wooden house.
The person was like a clay doll, covered in mud. Qian Ziang carried the person into the wooden house, but for a moment he didn't know where to put the person.
"Look at all the mud on you..."
Qian Ziang said it with disgust.
I really want to throw the person out and let the heavy rain wash him clean before bringing him in.
It's so muddy, where should I put it?