The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1382 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (170)

In this era, Long Yang's obsession is not popular.

But in fact, he really likes Lian Mo, and in his heart he longs to have intimate contact with Lian Mo.

Brother Lian Mo, how can I convey my inner thoughts to you?If I convey my inner thoughts to you, you...will you accept it?

He was very bitter in his heart, so bitter, looking at Lian Mo, tears flowed down his face.

Nangong Wubing tried to approach Lian Mo, and Lian Mo looked at him.

"Brother Lian Mo, I..." Nangong Wuyi's heart was racing wildly, and it really felt like a deer racing around.

Lian Mo doesn't feel right...

"Brother Lian Mo, you...you will leave me here to rest tonight, okay?" He asked him like this.

Jiuye really wanted to answer him instead of her master: No.

However, Jiuye is not here, even if Jiuye is here, Jiuye is hard to say, Jiuye still respects his master, and will not take over as a substitute.

"No illness, go back and rest." Lian Mo shook his head at him.

Nangong Wubing was filled with disappointment: "Brother Lian Mo, promise me... Please, promise me."

Lian Mo shook his head and didn't look at him.

Two lines of clear tears fell from Nangong Wubing's eyes, and he almost fainted.

Nangong Wubing tried his best not to faint, he continued to beg, Lian Mo still shook his head.

In the end, Nangong Wubing left in grief and stumbled back to his room. He cried for a long time, but he didn't care about the red and swollen eyes. After a long time, he went to look for Bai Ling. I went to find the rope, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time. I went to find the clothes, but there were clothes.

However, the length of the clothes was not enough, so he tore apart the clothes that could be torn. Obviously, it was difficult to tear without the help of scissors.

Nangong Wubing was very disappointed, and fell to the ground, tears streaming down silently.

He thought to himself, even if he found the scissors, the beam was high, and he might not be able to throw the rope made of clothes onto the beam...

Thinking of this made me even more depressed.

He still hasn't found the scissors.

Could it be that you want to bump your head to death in the room?he thought through tears.

Could it be that he was in pain before he was killed?I don't want to be in pain.

so what should I do now?
Could it be that he covered his face with a pillow and prevented himself from breathing?Will it be hard?

Of course it's uncomfortable, not uncomfortable, and I won't die because I can't breathe...

He thought about it, thought about it, and finally, he walked to the bed, took off his clothes, took off his shoes, lifted his feet up, lay down, covered him with the quilt, and looked like he was going to sleep.

However, he was lying on the bed, thinking, should he cover his face with a pillow or a quilt?
This pillow is soft, and the quilt is naturally soft.

He put the quilt over his face, covering his face firmly, and then pressed his hands on the quilt to cover his nose and mouth.

His breathing began to become difficult, more and more difficult, every organ in his body screamed to let go, and his two hands were still covering his nose and mouth through the quilt.

His tears were streaming down, his hands were already trembling, and he wanted to move away, but he stubbornly covered his nose and mouth, refusing to leave.

Tears continued to fall, I... Am I really going to die like this?I... I just died like this?In my whole life, just like this... leave this world?

I... I'm still so young, I'm only 19 years old... I... tears are falling.

(End of this chapter)