Chapter 1748 The Third Kind of Love (1)

Xiao Chen's kiss left her lips, and he gently kissed away the tears on her face.

The bitterness in Lan Yue's heart and the grievances that had accumulated for so many years seemed to surge up all at once, the helplessness between her brother and Xiao Chen, and the grievance of being misunderstood by Xiao Chen.

Tears fell like beads with a broken string.

"Does it still hurt?"

Xiao Chen's compassionate kiss fell on her eyes.

Lan Yue shook her head with tears, if she could be with him like this, she would be willing to endure such pain a hundred times or a thousand times.

Xiao Chen raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, then gently pulled up her dry hand to check.

His strength was very light, but when he touched Lan Yue, she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

She felt as if the place he touched was burned by a branding iron.

Xiao Chen didn't dare to move her again, so he could only frown and ask her in a deep voice what she felt.

Lan Yue took a deep breath, bent the corners of her lips, and gave him a smile.

"I'm fine, I'm much better now."

Xiao Chen's face looked even uglier. Her originally fair cheeks were now faintly blue. Although the dry skin on her hands had not deteriorated, there was no obvious improvement.

He pursed his lips and broke off a small piece from the mangosteen paste again and put it to her lips, "Eat it quickly."

Lan Yue forced a smile and stretched out her hand to push his hand away with difficulty.

"I'm really fine. It doesn't hurt anymore."

She had just eaten a large piece of the fan-shaped top of the mangosteen paste. Except for the pain being relieved, there was no improvement.

They didn't know how long they would be trapped here. Instead of wasting it for her to eat, it would be better to leave it to An Ziqi.

The half of her body that was touched by the ghost fire before was in pain like a needle.

Looking at her unbearable pain, Xiao Chen pursed his lips and gently stroked her neck, "Go to sleep."

After that, he pressed hard on the back of her neck with his fingertips.

Lan Yue's eyes went dark and she fell asleep.

Xiao Chen put the piece of wood lotus paste into his mouth and chewed it, then lowered his head to cover her lips, used the tip of his tongue to push her lips apart, and put it into her mouth.

Only after she swallowed the wood lotus paste subconsciously did Xiao Chen let her go and carefully put away the remaining wood lotus paste.

Seeing that the blue color on her face gradually stopped deepening and worsening, he knew that the effect of the wood lotus paste was probably starting to take effect, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand to tidy up the messy hair on her face, then carefully put her on the ground, and stood up to look for the mechanism to get out of the tomb.

Lan Yue's situation is very bad now, and there is not much wood lotus paste left. If they can't get out, not only will the two of them die here, but An Ziqi outside can only wait to die.

The Panlong Pillar in the middle of the tomb disappeared as he took off the wood lotus paste, and returned to its previous appearance.

Judging from the previous situation, there must be a mechanism on the top of the tomb, but when the ancients designed the tomb, the mechanism design usually did not allow people to return the original way.

Therefore, the mechanism to get out could only be on the walls or floor around the tomb.

Xiao Chen carefully checked the floor inch by inch, but did not find any mechanism. He had to stand up and walked towards the wall with a frown.

There were various reliefs carved on each wall around. Xiao Chen took a glance and found that they were probably some war scenes.