Chapter Eighty-Eight: Wen Xian, I'm here

“......”

Lu Xiao...... Lu Xiao ......"

One after another, between her lips and teeth, over and over again, lingering in his ears.

The wind outside the car window was roaring, and the faint whispering inside the car seemed to completely break a string in his heart for a moment.

Lu Xiao lowered his thick eyelashes slightly and trembled slightly.

When his eyes fell on her face, his lips pursed lightly, and the bottom of his eyes was complex and deep.

In the distance, another rescue vehicle approached.

Lu Xiao glanced at it, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse: "Sang Nian, you go and assist them to save the others, and I'll take her back first." ”

They have seen the vehicle stuck in the chicken coop pit not far away, and it is not a big problem, but they need foreign help to help them.

"Boss, don't worry! Take Sister Xian back, there are us behind!"

Sang Nian hurriedly spoke, compared to Lu Xiao's composure and maturity, he wrote all his worries and eagerness on his face, and only hoped that she would be safe as soon as possible!

He said so, and quickly left to rescue the others.

For a while, only the two of them were left in the car.

The windows were closed tightly, and it seemed to be sleet outside, and the raindrops mixed with the snow smashed on the windows, crackling, but the interior of the car was quieter and warmer.

Lu Xiao took off his coat and gently draped it on her body, just looking at her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, and her slightly whitened lips.

Finally, he raised another large slender hand and landed between her eyebrows and eyes, rubbing it gently.

A gentle and gentle voice fell: "Wen Xian, I'm here." ”

Wen Xian, I'm here.

**

When Wen Xian slowly woke up again, he looked at the white curved dome above his head, and he didn't realize where he was for a while.

This place resembles a nomadic Tibetan yurt.

She moved her hand, only to find that the back of her hand was a little sore.

When I looked at it, I found that there was a hanging needle on the back of my hand, and the transparent liquid flowed into her body little by little along the tube.

She really didn't die......

When she was unconscious, her mind was dark, she fell into the endless abyss, and she couldn't remember anything.

The only vague impression seemed to be that a car came in the snowstorm, and she stepped into the air and fell into the arms of a person.

And that person, with a solid and warm embrace, still has a familiar aura on her body, as if it is very similar, Lu Xiao.

But she only thought it was a hallucination, an illusion, before she was on the verge of death.

But now it seems that ......

Everything should be real, but that person, who is it?

She was thinking about it when she suddenly heard the sound of talking and footsteps coming from outside the yurt.

There are men, there are women.

A beam of light came in from the door, Wen Xian saw the tall figure at a glance, the golden light fell on him, and from this angle you could see that his side face was very cold and handsome.

Wen Xian just looked at the comer, and his eyes were suddenly stunned.

That man turned out to be ......

"Great, Captain Lu, this girl is finally awake!"

The speaker was a Tibetan woman, dressed in traditional Tibetan costume, with intricate patterns and totems embroidered on her robe, and a silver gawu box around her neck, hanging from her chest.

Now she hurriedly came over to take a look at Wen Xian, and saw that she was finally fine, so she hurriedly looked at Lu Xiao again: "Captain Lu, you go to see her first, I'll hurry up and get some food." ”

With that, she quickly got up and left.

For a while, only the two of them were left in the yurt.

One was standing, and the other was lying there weakly.

Sights collide in the air.

[Brother Jiu: Ahhh