Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 296 To Live We Live Together, To Die We Die Together

Nangong Jun was stunned, his heart was like a shot put, falling continuously, the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak, he could only watch him leave step by step...

But Uncle Zhang endured the pain and walked to Nangong Jun's side, and asked anxiously, "Master, what should I do?"

Nangong Jun couldn't help coughing violently a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "Notify the people on the plane to follow him every step of the way, to ensure his safety..."

"Yes, but what about the old man? Everyone in the Nangong family is waiting for him, but he..." Uncle Zhang hesitated to speak, and lowered his head sadly.

"This is fate, tell them that they don't have to wait, just say that he is with me and wants to rest for a few days before going back!"

Nangong Jun went out and watched him staggering down the stairs. After speaking in a low voice, his body seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and he suddenly fell backwards.

Uncle Zhang caught him in time, crying and shouting: "Young master, young master, don't scare me, old woman, quickly notify Dr. Liu, quickly..."

The glass of water that Aunt Wang had poured fell to the ground with a "bang", and she cried, "Young master..." Staggeringly, she took out her mobile phone and started making calls...

After Nangong Jing went down the mountain, her eyes were empty, so dim that there was no luster, as if she was punishing herself, she walked step by step.

Like a body without a soul, his stumbling steps were like his desperate heart, with only his last breath left.

Under the scorching sun, he walked fifteen kilometers for five hours before reaching the cemetery. He began to search for the tombstones one by one.
The first row...the second row...the third row...until the tenth row, he finally found...

Even though he had already made mental preparations, his eyes were still shocked when he saw the cold tombstone!
Looking at her alone photo glistening with tears, he staggered to the tombstone. Tears kept falling from his eyes like beads that had been unthreaded.

With a heart that was so painful that he couldn't breathe, he leaned wearily against the tombstone, his tears wet the tombstone, and he stretched out his big white and slender hands.

Caressing her cold photo, obviously he has a lot to say to her, and he has been preparing for five years.
Thinking about what would happen when she met her countless times again, she might say: "Gong Jing, congratulations..."

Maybe she would just say "You are very nice!" with a blank face, or she would not say anything, but just give him a cold look!

When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he was still teaching her how to play chess, and she always looked at him blankly, unwilling to say a word, so many, so many... possibilities.

But he never thought that it would be a kind of separation between yin and yang. Looking at her photo, he burst into tears, and wanted to say:

"I'm sorry, back then, I shouldn't have left you, I should have stayed by your side! If you want to live, we live together, if you want to die, we die together..."

But the choked throat seemed to be blocked with countless needles, making him unable to say a word, and his heart ached like countless sharp knives stabbing him until his flesh was bloody...

The bodyguards and assistants who had been following him also walked all the way, slumped on the stone stairs exhausted.

Seeing their master sad from a distance, but not daring to approach, one of the bodyguards asked suspiciously:

"Brother Heng, what's wrong with him, young master? Who died? Is he so sad and desperate?"

Jiang Heng pursed his lips, looked at Nangong Jing in the distance, frowned, and said lightly: "Don't talk nonsense about this matter after you go back, just pretend you haven't seen it..."

Seeing his solemn expression, the bodyguards also knew the seriousness of the situation, and several of them nodded their heads one after another.

And Jiang Heng stared at Nangong Jing in the distance, with an incomprehensible secrecy!

(End of this chapter)