The feeling of losing one's wealth and life at the end was never pleasant. Xie Junping tried hard to grab something more, but when he struggled with his hands and feet, Ronan grabbed the knuckles of his wrist and narrowly slipped away.

Xie Junping's body fell down, and he screamed and struggled in fear.

Ronan's face looked ugly, and he struggled to speak: "Don't move, hold my hand."

Xie Junping was so obsessed with fear that he couldn't listen to it and was still struggling.

"Are you going to die!"

The roar penetrated his ears, causing Xie Junping to tremble violently. He raised his head and happened to see Ronan's eyes.

Yingying had mentioned before that Ronan's eyes were shining when he was exercising. But from Xie Junping's distance, Ronan's eyes were not clear, with thick bloodshot eyes, and some slight green and yellow variegations.

These mottled colors seemed to form an abstract and enchanting picture in an instant, which was deeply engraved in his heart.

Xie Junping couldn't tell what it was, but his heart felt inexplicably tight and his whole body became stiff.

Ronan's roar had already consumed a lot of energy. At this time, the tone was lower and a little hoarse:

"Look at your hands, what they are doing!"

Xie Junping turned around and looked over, only to see that his right hand, the one held by Ronan, was curled up tightly, as stiff as a piece of dead wood. In the palm of his hand, he was tightly holding the piece of wood that had fallen with him.

The stone was pierced into the palm of my hand by its edges, and blood flowed out, but I didn't even know it.

This was probably some kind of stress reaction, so much so that the feeling of pain was completely lost, and flesh and stone seemed to have melted together - fear was the glue.

"Let go!" Ronan ordered.

Xie Junping also wanted to let go, but his normally flexible palms were completely stiff. No matter how anxious he was, he was sweating profusely and completely disobedient: "I, I... don't let go! Don't let go."

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Ronan took a deep breath and stared at Xie Junping: "Don't look at your hands, look at my eyes."

Now as long as Ronan doesn't let go, Xie Junping will definitely obey his words, like a puppet on strings, he will do whatever Ronan says.

Xie Junping looked directly into Ronan's eyes again. The mottled color structure was like a pair of turbid whirlpools, locking his attention firmly. The next moment, Ronan's voice directly exploded deep in his head.

:

"let go!"

It wasn't just his palms that were loose. At that moment, all the strength in Xie Junping's body was released. As soon as his fingers loosened, the blood-stained stone fell vertically, hitting his shoulder first, and then fell down.

Xie Junping was awakened by the pain. He felt that his body was soft and heavy, and seemed to be sliding down again. Amidst the screams, he reflexively grabbed Ronan's wrist with his palms, and now he successfully grabbed Ronan's wrist and would not let go.

With Xie Junping sharing the responsibility, Luo Nan was finally able to fine-tune the position of his fingers to better exert force.

After some adjustments, the tense situation was slightly relieved. Xie Junping's congested head began to regain consciousness and he felt more elements.

The cold wind in the morning blew, and his body was swaying. There were noises in the wind, including explosions, rumbling echoes of collapsed buildings, and sharp sirens...

You can understand all the chaos around you without using your eyes.

Thanks to the "Dark Hero" - now Xie Junping is completely convinced by Yingying's analysis, otherwise he would have definitely turned into a puddle of meat paste among the rocks.

But he hoped that the "Dark Hero" could work harder and pull him up...

As soon as he opened his mouth, an inexplicable strong sound came loudly.
Chapter completed!