Tang Ning felt dizzy all over, with a dizziness at the back of his head, as if his frightened soul wanted to leave. The sore and stabbing pain in his penis was throbbing and throbbing. Tang Ning wanted to retreat, but it was inconvenient for him to move as he was carrying Ji Lianyun on his back.
It was a moment's delay.
The hemp rope connecting the beam to his neck actually automatically lengthened! The hanged man on the rope flew directly towards Tang Ning!
The face that was holding Tangning was horrifying, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked eerie and terrifying. Tangning had a terrible premonition that he was about to become like this! This was how he was going to die!!!
A cold hand grabbed Tang Ning's neck. Tang Ning's eyes widened and he stretched out his hands desperately to try to pry off the iron-like ghost hand, but he had no strength at all.
The rope slowly tightened, and Tang Ning's feet gradually left the ground, first his heels, then his toes. His feet kept struggling, and Tang Ning's face turned red. He couldn't say a word.
Help!
Someone please save me!
His head was buzzing, and he could hear the laughter of evil spirits. Ghost faces flashed before Tang Ning one after another, like a flash of light. Tang Ning had hoped to stand in a place of brilliant light, surrounded by the light that was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes, and everyone cheered for him and congratulated him.
When he was chosen by Director Chang, he never told anyone about the fantasy buried deep in his heart. He was working so hard on the filming, and he seemed to be really close to the scene -
It was a grand death for him.
Laughter, glitter, buzz, pain.
His brain was heating up and his body seemed to be held down by a pain that was like fog and a mountain. He felt like Sun Wukong who was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain, waiting for the arrival of his master.
But on second thought, he should be the Tang Monk coveted by the monsters, a mortal who was trapped under the unshakable Five Finger Mountain, and the one who saved him was the Monkey King -
Yet the story itself is brutal.
He is a mortal, how could he go without food and water, how could he withstand the wind and sun, how could he endure the long loneliness and despair
When the time comes, if he shows up and shows a little kindness with just a few words, even demons and monsters will be regarded by him as gods who save everything.
so.
Please save me.
Whether it is a god or a demon, a human or a ghost, I don’t care anymore.
"Ning—" A faint call came from his ear, a little blurry, as if it was pouring in through the water, and tenderness enveloped his body like water.
The rope broke from his neck, and the most fatal pain disappeared in an instant, as if an invisible mountain was removed from him. Tang Ning fell into an embrace full of blood. He seemed to be split into two parts. One part was helpless in the arms, very scared and crying, and the other was extremely scared and roaring with fangs and claws, wishing to vent the aftermath of fear and pain on others.
He blinked, trying to make his tear-blurred vision clear, and then looked with difficulty at Ji Lianyun who was staring at him.
“Why do you want to—” The man who tried to show his fangs and claws could control the trembling voice, but he was unable to mobilize his emotions, as if he was an ant dragging a mountain.
Ji Lianyun quickly moved closer and put his ear close to Tang Ning's trembling lips, trying to understand what Tang Ning was saying.
Tang Ning wanted to say so much. He wanted to ask why the person fainted just now, and whether the other person was a human or a ghost. He wanted to ask so many questions, but he was really tired. He was so tired that he didn't even want to say anything. He opened his mouth and bit the person's earlobe.
Because he had little strength, Tang Ning left a little tooth mark on the pale earlobe. It did not cause bleeding, but instead seemed like an inappropriate temptation.
Everyone looked at the scene in amazement.
Seeing Tang Ning struggling to raise his neck, warm tears dripping from his red tail, and his nose turning a pitiful red from crying, he bared his teeth at Ji Lianyun like a kitten, and tried to attack a monster that was countless times bigger and more terrifying than himself without knowing his own limitations.
Yes.
It was a monster.
Just now, when Tang Ning staggered into the mourning hall carrying the unconscious Ji Lianyun on his back, all the players stood up to see what was happening to Ji Lianyun. Unexpectedly, Tang Ning suddenly found a rope and wanted to hang himself.
Tang Ning, who usually looked frail, burst out with immense strength, so great that even the players could not stop him. Uncle Wang also appeared outside the mourning hall. He stood at the door, watching the chaotic scene sinisterly, with a strange smile on his face.
The only remaining incense stick burned wildly and turned into powder under the desperate gaze of everyone. Uncle Wang excitedly raised his foot to step over the threshold. Just when the situation was about to collapse, Ji Lianyun, who was lying on the ground, suddenly had a little headache.
As faint as a candle in the wind.
If you don't look carefully, you won't see it at all.
However, Uncle Wang, who was about to enter the mourning hall, seemed to have heard the most terrifying sound in the world, and froze in place without moving.
Ji Lianyun, who was lying on the ground, convulsed obviously. The joints of his limbs trembled, and he sat up strangely. His eyes were still closed, and his body was covered in blood. Tang Ning's face was fair and white, while Ji Lianyun's face was closer to the paleness of a paper man.
The blood that he spat out flowed from the corner of his lips to the side of his neck, like broken porcelain being forcibly pieced together, and then, he suddenly opened his eyes.
The moment Ji Lianyun opened his eyes, Uncle Wang ran outside without hesitation and jumped into the darkness.
No one made a sound. They all watched as Ji Lianyun slowly and shakily stood up, as if he was half asleep and half awake. He walked on tiptoes, blood dripping from his body. He slowly walked to the spot where Tang Ning had hanged herself, and stepped on the bench on tiptoes. His slender hands gently embraced the struggling Tang Ning. The rope that bound Tang Ning broke in two at that moment, and the players' nerves that were stretched to the limit seemed to break in two at that moment.
What kind of monster is this?!
They looked at Tang Ning in horror, fearing that Tang Ning's offensive behavior would anger the strange NPC.
Tang Ning snuggled in Ji Lianyun's arms, oblivious to what was happening. He looked a little frustrated. He was indeed very frustrated because he wanted to bite Ji Lianyun's earlobe.
Ji Lianyun stared at Tang Ning in a daze.
Tang Ning looked aggrieved, as if he was the one who was bitten. "Why did you faint?" His voice was still hoarse, and he spoke softly without any strength.
Ji Lianyun immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't know I would be unconscious for so long after cutting my wrists."
Cut wrists
Tangning didn't expect that to be the answer.
Wasn't it just that he and Ji Lianyun were walking on the way back, and Ji Lianyun suddenly vomited blood and fainted
Could it be that in the real human era, Lian Yun had been sleeping since he bled to save Lin Yun, and only woke up now
Tangning looked at Ji Lianyun in bewilderment. Ji Lianyun looked increasingly pained as he was stared at. He pressed his forehead, the veins on his face looking like a python about to burst out. "Did I do something when I lost consciousness?"
Ji Lianyun asked painfully.
He looked really miserable.
It seems to be the real Anthropocene Lian Yun.
Tang Ning had regained some strength. He stretched out his hand softly and used his soft fingertips to rub Ji Lianyun's acupoint. Tang Ning had just come out of the pain not long ago, but he was trying hard to share the other's pain.
Ji Lianyun didn't seem to expect Tangning to help him massage his penis. He opened his eyes and stared at Tangning in a daze. The veins on his face disappeared and the pain on his face was no longer obvious.
Could it be the effect of the massage he gave Ji Lianyun
"Is there any benefit from having close contact with me?" Tang Ning asked.
Ji Lianyun's condition was really terrible. His face looked no different from that of a dead person, his body was cold, and blood was still flowing from the corners of his lips. He was really worried that Ji Lianyun would collapse at any time.
Compared to that ghost groom, Tang Ning would rather be protected by the real Ji Lianyun.
The card said that certain beings would benefit from contact with him. If his kisses, hugs, caresses, etc. could help Ji Lianyun recover, Tangning would be happy to do so.
When it came to Tang Ning's question, Ji Lianyun didn't know what he was thinking about. He was silent for a while before he said, "It was indeed a fortune teller who suggested that I marry you. He said that if I stayed with you, I wouldn't die of illness."
"But actually, I didn't think of marrying you at first."
Ji Lianyun looked at Tangning, each word was spoken softly, but together they conveyed an indescribable sadness, "I know my body, I don't have much time left, I'm sick, and I don't have much money. Someone like me shouldn't marry anyone."
"But your grandfather also came to me and said he wanted to entrust you to me. I refused at first."
Ji Lianyun paused for a moment, his sad tone tinged with tenderness, and he said softly, "Your grandfather brought a photo of you."
"You may not believe it, and it may seem frivolous, but I fell in love with you at first sight."