Shocked and shocked, what is this huge contrast?

conspiracy?

I couldn't find any answer on Louis XIV's face, forget it, since he promised me to leave, then I would be careful to retreat until I could reach the door of the Opera House!

It is dozens of meters away from my current location to the Opera House. I have been dragged for a long time. If I drag the hostages slowly like this, I will waste an already very precious time.

The unconscious literary girl is very likely to collapse onto the ceiling of her body, the huge but burning curtain, and the corridor that has fallen into a lot of crooked things. These factors may cause Pennivis upstairs and my life!

When I was more than twenty meters away from the door, I drove the hostages and turned around and rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

There was no gunshot or hidden arrows. Louis XIV let me, the person who was most likely an assassin, leave, but even so, I still sweated all over. However, the cold sweat turned into hot sweat as soon as I stepped into the sea of ​​fire in the opera house. The hot air rushed towards me, and I choked and quickly pulled the cloth mask I had just put down.

From the first floor to the third floor, I walked back to the route I just walked.

The road conditions are quite safe. In addition to the darker and thicker smoke, there are not many collapsed objects falling from the ceiling, which shows that the quality of the Opera House's project is still good.

If that is the case, the only thing that worries me is the burning situation of the huge curtain that can be used as an escape.

However, if even the escape passage burned, would I not go to save Pennyvis?

The answer is no.

The huge curtain was burning to a very small area. I took a look and thought that as long as I seized the time, I could still catch up, so I walked over the fence of the private room on the third floor. I grabbed the edge of the private room on the fourth floor. The pain in my hands almost made me slip. I was sweating and severe pain. I turned to the fourth floor. "Fuck." If it weren't for the messing stick just now, I wouldn't have to suffer so much.

It turned out that the literary girl Pennyvis was lying in the corner of the wall, which was similar to what I imagined. Because the French built the Palace of Versailles without doing a tofu project, she was not hit. It was just that if I was one step late, it would probably be a literary girl who was roasted...

I breathed a sigh of relief and walked up to the flames that were about to spread from her skirt. I looked at Pennyvis's face. An idea came up for no reason. I wonder if she would write a novel like the Ambition of Fire in the future.

Pulling the corner of my mouth, I bent down to get Pennivis up. At this moment, I discovered a very serious problem: "Don't breathe?"

Damn!

Dead?!

I pressed my fingers against Pennivis's neck artery and was still beating!

You need to perform external chest compressions immediately to help the heart resume pacing!

Fortunately, I have practiced stripping my bra and belt on Wendill for a long time. If I had not guaranteed to remove the belt and tether from Pennyvis's chest in more than ten seconds.

I loosened the girl's bra, and I pressed my hands on my chest, and the soft touch made me stunned. Uh, I took my hands back, as if my heart was pressed on my heart, right? I just pressed my hands like this, not to grab the literary girl's breasts, it seems a bit inappropriate. If I grab the girl's breasts again and fail to save the girl, wouldn't that be a failure?

Do artificial respiration?

I know that the method is to blow your mouth to mouth. Compared to the heart pacemaker, which only has a rough impression, I have provided a lot of help to my friends in the past.[

But in the past, those friends were drowning!

This is not much the same as suffocating when too much carbon dioxide is inhaled?

So, do I need to breathe artificially?

Or do you need to use cardioresuscitation to pave?

There is nothing I can do, for insurance, I will do both!

I pressed my palm against Pennivis's chest again, and then I pressed it hard. Then I took off the cloth mask, sucked an oxygen from the thick smoke, pinched Pennivis' nose, and leaned over to her mouth.

Girl, this is also my unyielding choice to save you. I hope your first kiss has been given to your favorite man, otherwise.

"Hiss! Huh!" "Hiss! Huh!" "Hiss! Huh!"

"Hiss! Huh!"

Artificial respiration, 12 or 16 times a minute, will not work until the chest is slightly raised, but perhaps because this is because of the fire scene, Pennyvis was not awake. After blowing for more than 20 times, I felt a little dizzy. I took a deep breath by myself. After a while, I continued to inhale the air, and then lowered my head and passed it to Pennyvis.

"Ying"

There is information!

I'll get up quickly and continue!

During this period, Pennivis opened his eyes slightly and then closed him back.

"Cough...Cough...Cough" I seem to feel a little lack of oxygen!

“Hmm?”

"Um?!"

Two question marks and one exclamation mark. This is the situation where my literary girl and I appear when my mouth is facing each other and my eyes are facing each other!

Sweat out!

Sweat up in cold sweat!

Will her super Saiyan explode, and her combat power is soaring to the martial arts masters, and she suddenly pull me away?

"Why do you dream about you in your dreams?" The literary girl seemed to be still in a state of waking up. She looked around in surprise, then her face turned red, her eyes dodged, and her lips retreated, "And, and in this kind of place, she did these bad things..."

The girl looked very cute in a shy way. If she could treat this as a dream all the time, it would be perfect. Well, I wouldn't say anything, and then knock her out, as if nothing had happened!

"You have been kissing me just now, are you? You're actually dreaming..."

The literary girl licked her dry lips, her eyes flashed with a thrilling glory. What did she want to do?

Pennivis closed his eyes, put his cold mouth up, and touched my lips unfamiliarly. The next second, her touch turned into friction, and then the literary girl who was not satisfied with it actually stretched out her warm little tongue.

People should not behave like appearance!

It was so surprising that I didn’t expect that the literary and artistic girl who was easily shy in the past was so bold and open-minded.

I don’t know how long I was stunned for a long time, but my mouth was gone, and I heard Pennyvis’ complaining voice: “Why don’t you cooperate? It’s logical that this is in a dream…”

The cold sweat that was dried by the fire the moment ago flowed down again.

The girl's confused eyes and slightly dry lips made me swallow involuntarily. I didn't care. I grabbed the thin shoulders of the literary girl with both hands, kissed her, and sealed her mouth. The girl's body suddenly shook, and the outline of the pupils in her eyes expanded involuntarily.

I pried open her little mouth and caught the little guy who was bold and unrestrained just now. I slowly sucked this little thing into my mouth.

"Uh-huh…"

The fierce heartbeat of "beat" was like a deer ramming. The literary girl let out a sniff. I opened my eyes. When I saw her, she came back to her senses. A sense of guilt that surged in my heart made me subconsciously retreat in her eyes. However, the eyes that were still surprised a moment ago turned into "disor" at this time. She opened her hands, hugged the back of my head, and then responded boldly and unfairly.

The fire scene was not a place where super friendly behavior occurred. I know, but Pennyvis didn't know. What's even more terrifying is that although the literary girl looked petite and her chest was not as good as the wife of Wendill, her lung capacity was quite large, which made me so angry that I couldn't breathe.

So I was slowing down for several minutes, and about a long deep kiss was enough to make the literary girl feel that this should be a dream, so I knocked her out. Immediately afterwards, I quickly climbed to the other side to breathe heavily, otherwise I wouldn't know if I would suffocate because of this!

Wait, we have been here for so long, the curtain for escape...

I hurriedly left the room with my cloth mask and returned to the private room next to the stage. Sure enough...

Looking at the curtain that had been burned to ashes, I spoke.

It's so bitter!

It's so painful!

Sure enough, do you need retribution if you do something worse than beasts?

The passage that Wendyll deliberately opened was no longer used, so I had to turn back to the room and see what tools could I use. There was no need to be too high-tech. Just a rope, as long as I could get from the private room on the fourth floor to the third floor!

While scanning, I saw the huge cloth around my mouth.

It's it!

I pulled off the edge of the cloth, and I held the wide and thick cloth in my hand. I walked towards the ornamental box inside, tied the thing to the fence, and looked down and saw that it was just enough in length!

Go back and raise Pennyvis and carry her whole body on my shoulders. I go back and grab the hanging cloth with one hand, turn over the fence, put Pennyvis between my legs, and then grab the cloth with both hands and start moving downwards.

The movements and postures were a little ache, but who made Pennivis unconscious now? Besides, I didn’t have a third hand, so I had to replace it with my legs. When I arrived at the third floor box, I held the cloth with one hand, lifted Pennivis with the other hand, and then stepped on the fence, and finally stepped onto the ground.

However, it is not safe to make the situation this way. After all, we are still in the fire and avoid a lot of collapsed objects along the way. In short, I was so smoky that I took a lot of effort to get out of the fire!

Damn it, it's even more tired than defeating Carl Twelve.

By the way, why have I been using Carl Twelve, the unlucky brother, to compare recently?

"Don't move!"

Come on, this time I pointed the gun at it again.

"It's him! You idiots, it's him! Don't shoot!"

French girl woke up?

Constance not only woke up, but also jumped and jumped there. It seemed that after being recognized, she began to be her Duke of Orleans again.
Chapter completed!