第一百七十七章你想要杀死我吗？(2/4)

 莫飞烟被他推倒，一下子摔在地上。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                “你不走，就是对不起我……”
                                                                                                                                                                反正都是要死了，凌陌也不管什么自身形象了，像个孩子似的说出这种赌气的话。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                他要死了，援军还没有赶到，他和莫飞烟肯定会有一个人走不出这里。他既然走不掉，至少要死的有价值一些，至少要亲眼看着她走出这间教堂。
                                                                                                                                                                “凌陌，谢谢你。”
                                                                                                                                                                明明被他推到地上了，可莫飞烟却笑了出来，从地板上爬起，重新挨着他，用沾满了他鲜血的手寻到凌陌的手背，掌心覆到他的手背上，欣喜地小声说，声音里充满了感激：“谢谢你，我知道你是为我好，真的谢谢你。”
                                                                                                                                                                握着凌陌的手，这种真诚道谢的感觉似曾相识。
                                                                                                                                                                还记得她第一次和凌陌见面的情形吗？他不知是何缘故地出现在了一个胡同，手腕带着一点刀伤，流着血，气势汹汹地从她面前走过。她下意识的喊住他，给他包扎了伤口。
           

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