Ying Shao is a Girl

Ying Junchu remained expressionless, as if the many wounds were not on her body.

Ying Qican, who was lying on the ground, glared at Ying Junchu, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"Get out of here!" Ying Huaijiu said coldly, his face stern and murderous.

The anger in his blue eyes could not be concealed.

"Third brother... let's leave now..."

Ying Qican knew that running away at this time was the best option.

He quickly got up from the ground and was helped away by the other three boys.

Ying Junchu stared at the backs of the four people leaving.

There was no ripple in his deep and narrow eyes.

The person's back faded from her sight, and the scene in front of her suddenly turned into a sky-filled fire.

The sky and the earth were filled with leaping red fire, devouring everything without restraint.

Her pupils shrank and she quickly looked to her side.

Ying Huaijiu disappeared.

Only the ruins around him are left

The fire dyed the sky blood red, thick smoke billowed, and the crackling sounds of the fire, cries, shouts, and sirens filled the space between heaven and earth.

Ying Junchu quickly looked around, and a rare trace of panic and confusion appeared on her usually terrifyingly calm face.

"Xiao Jiu..."

"Xiao Jiu..."

"Xiaojiu!"

She shouted tirelessly, her cold voice trembling.

"Chuchu, Chuchu, run quickly! Run quickly!"

The familiar voice seemed to span a time and space, vague and hazy, and she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Finally, the voice reached her ears, lingering in her mind, lingering in her ears for a long time and never fading away.

Ying Junchu followed the sound and left.

Just in time to see the fire all over the sky swallowing up Ying Huaijiu.

The young man's delicate eyebrows became slightly distorted due to the extreme pain.

She quickly ran in the direction of Ying Huaijiu.

"Chuchu, it's dangerous! Don't come here!"

"Run! Run! Don't look back! Don't look back!"

Ying Huaijiu's voice came again.

"Xiaojiu..." She didn't listen to his words, and still walked towards the direction of the fire, murmuring to herself in a low voice.

As if a spell had been cast, the distance between her and him never shortened.

No matter how hard she ran, the distance between them never decreased by half.

The fire became more violent.

Devouring everything crazily.

"Chuchu! Leave quickly! Don't look back!"

His voice came again.

The flames soaring into the sky illuminated both sides of the sky. The flames were like blooming fireworks. After they were extremely bright, they suddenly dimmed.

The wind gradually died down, and dark clouds pressed over the city. There were ruins all around, and thick gray smoke filled the air.

All sounds are gone.

He's gone too.

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Her eyes suddenly opened, and her narrow eyes were bottomless.

Ying Junchu's clothes were already wet with cold sweat.

wake up.

It's been a while since I've had a dream like this.

I changed my place to sleep and had this dream again.

The difference from the past is that he told her to save him every time before, but this time he told her to leave.

Back then, did he ask her to leave or ask her to save him?

Ying Hua said that he was still alive.

Xiaojiu, if you are really alive, where are you now?

The air pressure in the room was getting lower and lower, her eyes were filled with thick frost, and there was endless darkness behind them, a place where sunlight could not reach.

Ying Jun glanced out the window for the first time. At this time, the sky was pitch black without a trace of light.

It's three o'clock in the morning, and it's this long and endless night again.

She took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and rubbed the wheel lighter to create a dancing flame. She stared at the dancing flame with a sneer at the corner of her mouth.

Flame is truly both beautiful and cruel.

Her bony hands held the slender cigarette, and light smoke curled up. The smoke blurred her face, like looking at flowers through fog, leaving only the cold outline.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he leaned on the sofa, puffed out smoke gracefully, and sank into the boundless darkness.