Ye Jiaqi's hands and feet were shaking, and she closed her eyes and was waiting for a bullet.

With five gunshots, Ye Jiaqi counted clearly.

Just as she was waiting for her heart to be penetrated, the gunshot stopped.

None of those men seemed to have escaped, and they could not hear the sound of footsteps at all.

Even, can't you hear the breath?

All dead?

Ye Jiaqi was a little confused by the fear.

Over the past few months, she has also walked many times at the gates of hell.

She is not unfamiliar with the gunshots.

Ye Jiaqi supported the ground with both hands, his body became weak and he couldn't stand up.

I didn't have any strength, and even my breathing seemed to have stopped, and I was left with endless fear.

The air was filled with blood and it was very heavy.

When the wind blows, it spreads everywhere.

The bullet she was waiting for never sounded.

So, she can't die, right?

Ye Jiaqi leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyes weakly, and his palms collapsed.

Tired, really tired.

On the empty road, the wind blew from the north gate, blew her hair and dried tears.

Her face and lips were as pale as paper.

Ye Jiaqi sniffed his nose and wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

Shooting in the downtown area, she has to go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation tomorrow.

It was a big deal that the Chinese New Year was coming, and it was a big deal.

Ye Jiaqi choked up in distress, feeling so uncomfortable that he wanted to die.

There was a huge rock blocking the mouth of her heart, pushing her into a corner, and even every cell in her body was wandering around with difficulty.

There is pain in the limbs and bones.

She couldn't lift her hands, and even couldn't open her eyes.

After a long time, there was only the sound of the wind in my ears.

Ye Jiaqi covered his heart and still had no strength to stand up.

In the darkness, she suddenly heard the sound of steady leather shoes.

One step, one step.

Getting closer to her.

Ye Jiaqi opened his eyes hard, but in this place where he couldn't see his five fingers, he couldn't see anything.

More than ten seconds later, the footsteps stopped abruptly beside her.

A pair of broad and powerful hands picked her up from the ground.

Ye Jiaqi's waist tightened, and in the darkness, she opened her eyes wide.

"Who are you?"

The person who came did not speak, just hugged her and walked out of this bloody land.

A gust of wind blew on Ye Jiaqi's face. She sniffed her nose. In addition to smelling the bloody smell in the air, she also smelled the fragrant smell of the wood on this person.

Ye Jiaqi's heart suddenly tightened.

My heart and mouth feel like I'm strangled by a hand.

"Jo Sinian? Are you Joe Sinian?" she shouted nervously.

The little hand was freed out of his arms and touched it randomly.

The man frowned and avoided her hand.

Ye Jiaqi threw himself in vain and did not give up, and pinched his arm.

"Jo Sinian, you are not dead, aren't you? Joo Sinian, you speak!" She asked him over and over again.

There was an inexplicable choking and intense voice in the voice.

Yes, is it...

But the man didn't say a word.

Without walking too many ways, the man relaxed his hand and put her down from his arms.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, the man left.

It was still a place where he could not see his fingers, and Ye Jiaqi could not follow his figure and footsteps.

She had to shout in the darkness: "Jo Sinian, are you? Why don't you go back? If you are not dead, why don't you come back? You can hate me, but you can't let Xiao Fanfan..."

In the darkness, the figure of the man seemed to pause.

Ye Jiaqi can't see anything.
Chapter completed!