Chapter 1299 If He Lives, I Will Live, if He Dies, I Will Die!

"But……"

"Don't make any more noise. If you don't show your spirit, I will hate you!"

Huang Ling glanced at her with a cold look, and Cheng Xichen was so shocked that he immediately stopped talking.

Huang Ling was so serious that he didn't dare to mess with her.

Cheng Xichen gritted his teeth and said, "In this case, I sincerely pray for Coach Mo!"

As he said that, he followed her example and bowed three steps at a time!

Seeing him bowing in three steps, Huang Ling turned her head and glanced at Cheng Xichen in surprise.

Cheng Xichen looked serious, "I also sincerely pray for Coach Mo. I hope he can get through this difficulty!"

Huang Ling's eyes flashed with relief: "Thank you, Cheng Xichen!"

Cheng Xichen smiled: "Stop talking and pray together."

Huang Ling's physical fitness improved during training at the military academy.

But after three steps of bowing like this, she couldn't bear it even after thirty minutes.

Cheng Xichen heard her breathing and turned his head to look at her.

The two-meter-wide steps are enough for them to fit in.

Cheng Xichen and Huang Ling took three steps and bowed side by side. Huang Ling was tired, and Cheng Xichen could see it.

After half an hour passed, the orange color of the earth gradually receded, replaced by hazy darkness.

It was getting dark, the wind in the mountains was blowing harder and harder, and a "whirring" sound came from time to time in my ears.

At this time, Huang Ling's face was flushed, sweating profusely, and breathing heavily.

And her palms had been scratched by stones, and blood overflowed.

Cheng Xichen looked at her worriedly: "Can you persist?"

She gasped: "Yes!"

As long as she climbs to the top of the mountain, Maupassant will wake up and let her endure more pain, it doesn't matter!

Thinking that after climbing this ladder, Maupassant would wake up when she returned, Huang Ling was breathing heavily as if she had been given a shot of blood.

After bowing, she stood up, walked three steps, and bowed again. At each bow, she put her hands together and kowtowed solemnly.

Her forehead was red, but she didn't care.

Cheng Xichen saw the light in her eyes that she refused to admit defeat and was determined to win, so he said nothing more.

He had no choice but to follow her and stay with her...

Huang Ling's will is too strong, and her body will always be unable to bear it.

Later, her speed slowed down, and when she knelt down to worship, she accidentally knocked a little.

Her chin hit the edge of the step, and she let out an "ah" in pain. Her elbows became weak, and she lay flat on the step.

When Cheng Xichen saw this, he wanted to come over and help her up and let her rest aside.

Huang Ling refused. She kept lying on her stomach in this position. Although it was uncomfortable, at least it looked like she was kneeling down -

"Huang Ling, you are a pregnant woman!" Cheng Xichen felt sorry for her being so stubborn: "If you continue like this, you will hurt the baby!"

Huang Ling put her forehead on the ground and said weakly: "Without Maupassant, what will I do with my children?"

No matter how bad her plans were, if Maupassant really died, she would go with him...

"I said, if he lives, I will live, if he dies, I will die."

"In fact, the injury is a fact. We must believe in science." Cheng Xichen said.

"Science?" Huang Ling smiled bitterly: "We sincerely pray, don't tell me about science, Cheng Xichen, you can go down, you can leave!"

"I won't leave!" It was getting dark, and he was worried!

"If you don't leave, stop talking nonsense!" Huang Ling was angry.

"Okay, okay..." Cheng Xichen said "ok" twice in a row and shook his head helplessly, "Let's continue and continue to pray sincerely. You have to be careful not to bump your stomach."

"Well, I'll try my best..."