Chapter 283, Save

"In the next life, the mountains have no edges, and the heaven and the earth are united, so you can't be separated from the king."

Fang Jiuran's breathing suddenly became extremely violent, and then gradually, suddenly stopped, and there was no more sound.

"what--".

Amidst the heart-piercing roar, Fang Chen roared up to the sky, hugged Fang Jiuran's delicate body tightly, and cried bitterly.

A crisp 'ding' sounded above Fang Chen's head!
"Fang Chen".

Lin Zifan's anxious voice came.

I was stunned for a moment.

Fang Chen hastily wiped away his tears, and shouted to the sky: "Zi Fan! We are here!".

It was extremely dark in the ruins, Lin Zifan's voice rang a few times before it fell silent.

Fang Chen's voice was not heard, and his heart suddenly went cold.

The last body temperature of Fang Jiuran in his arms was slowly fading, and her delicate body was gradually becoming stiff.

Thinking of the little things that happened between the two of them, Fang Chen couldn't breathe due to the pain in his chest.

He never thought that Fang Jiuran, who used to laugh and play and have a variety of styles, would die in front of him one day.

Fang Chen's throat was blocked by something.

He gathered all the Yanhuang Qi, and punched the sky fiercely, causing the ruins to burst into waves again.

The movement here spread directly to the outside.

……

Lin Tian's excited voice sounded outside; "Master Fang! It's Master Fang, he's below, he's right below."

Fang Chen succeeded and attracted everyone's attention.

The eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and the punch exhausted all his strength, and Fang Chen felt that he was about to die.

"Am I going to die?".

bang-

A glare of sunlight shone in from the outside, and before one knew it, a day had passed.

The ruins were thrown aside, revealing a small corner.

The light just shone on Fang Jiuran's beautiful face in her bosom.

She was very peaceful, with a slight smile on her mouth, like a sleeping fairy.

Fang Chen opened his mouth, and a sober air came from above his head.

The inaudible breeze blowing against his face, although extremely weak, was extremely precious to Fang Chen now.

It was a length of steel pipe.

The sound just now was that this thing was sent in, the steel pipe was hollow, and small gusts of fresh air came from it.

Fang Chen was so excited that he couldn't help himself; "Seventh Sister, Seventh Sister, wake up, we are saved, we, we are saved."

Fang Jiuran nestled softly in his arms, her breathing had already stopped.

No matter how he shouted, Fang Jiuran remained silent, as if he had fallen asleep.

Fang Chen wept silently, crying incoherently.

Suddenly, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and the emergency rescue skills in times of crisis emerged in my consciousness.

Fang Chen didn't hesitate at all.

She lowered her head abruptly, pinched Fang Jiuran's nose, and kissed those small pink and tender lips, which were slightly cool, soft and sweet.

There is a fragrance in the mouth, but there is no warmth.

Fang Chen took a few deep breaths, raised his head, exhaled the stale air in her lungs, took a breath, and then "clipped" those cold lips.

There is very little air coming from the steel pipe.

Fang Chen hardly had time to breathe for himself, so he passed the air into Fang Jiuran's mouth without hesitation.

He didn't have any distracting thoughts in his heart, only a heart-wrenching sense of brokenness; to save her, I must save her.

So back and forth, cycle.

He didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, for fear that a moment of slack would ruin Fang Jiuran's last hope of survival.

With such repeated artificial respiration, Fang Chen is like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

Now even if someone tells him that there is a Daluo Jinxian in the world who can be brought back to life, he is willing to believe it.

Fang Jiuran's soft body seemed to be hypnotized, and her breathing was stagnant.

There was no reaction from the cold body...

"Can't die, you can't die!".

Fang Chen went crazy, his eyes were bloodshot.

His cheeks were swollen and numb, and his own head was getting more and more dizzy, and he didn't know what he was doing for a long time, he just mechanically repeated the movements of inhaling and exhaling.

hazy.

At a certain moment, Fang Chen suddenly felt a touch of moisture at the corners of his mouth.

Fang Chen was stunned.

There seemed to be a soft little snake moving in his mouth, Fang Chen pulled the corner of his mouth, and grinned to laugh, but tears fell down Fang Jiuran's face without disappointment.

The two still maintain a posture of being in love with each other.

Fang Chen could clearly feel as if a brush was rubbing against his face, itching.

Those were Fang Jiuran's eyelashes.

The next moment, Fang Chen stared closely at the woman in front of him.

She opened her small mouth and tried hard to open her eyes.

Fang Chen yelled excitedly like crazy; "Xiao Qi, you're awake, you're awake, cough——".

There was a heart-rending pain in his chest and lungs, and the suffocating and unpleasant smell was still pervading, but he didn't care about it, and hugged the woman in front of him tightly, tears welled up, and he experienced the joy of regaining what was lost.

A meager amount of fresh air came from inside the steel pipe.

Fang Jiuran's breathing slowly grew longer.

She finally opened her eyes, and through the light coming from above, she saw Fang Chen crying in embarrassment; "Chen'er, don't cry, I will feel bad."

Fang Jiuran touched Fang Chen's cheek, the delicate and soft touch of the jade hand made Fang Chen dumbfounded.

Fang Jiuran's eyes were dull; "We, are we dead?".

Weeping with joy.

Fang Chen grinned; "No, we didn't die."

There was a lot of dust on his cheeks, making him look half black and half white.

The way Fang Chen looked at Fang Jiuran changed, his eyes were clear and clear, like a deep altar, or like a diamond buried in the Gobi desert.

Fang Jiuran could understand the emotion in his eyes, as if reflecting Fang Chen's heart...

Deep affection.

Fang Jiuran had never seen Fang Chen like this before, and she was dumbfounded.

It seemed that he felt the fiery joy in Fang Chen's chest, and Fang Jiuran seemed to understand how much Fang Chen had put in to save himself just now.

Tears streamed from her blurry beautiful eyes, and her heart was extremely warm; "You are a man, how can you cry casually? If others see it, they won't laugh at you to death."

Her voice was soft, with a touch of affection.

"Don't be so stupid in the future, the boss is not young, and I don't know...".

"Well".

Before Fang Jiuran finished speaking, Fang Chen had already blocked her Lilac mouth.

Some people say that love may be late, but it will never be absent.

Those who are late may not only be affectionate, but also long-lasting!
The sweetness in Fang Jiuran's heart also confirmed such a curse.

This kiss.

For Fang Jiuran, perhaps it was too late, Fang Chen just wanted to hug the woman in front of him tightly so that he would never be separated from him.

From jerky to gradually skilled.

The long kiss between the two ended slowly.

After a long time, their lips parted.

Fang Chen glanced at Fang Jiuran infatuatedly, and the calm and dignified woman lowered her head shyly at this moment.

PS; I really didn’t expect Fang Jiuran’s popularity to be so high.

I’m very pleased.

The characters I created can be liked by so many people.

For the first time, I have a sense of accomplishment as a writer.

I am also very grateful to everyone who bombarded me in the comment area.

I was really forced to update by the editor.

Otherwise, I really wanted to procrastinate and laugh and cry manually.

I hope you can continue to accompany this book to grow
(End of this chapter)