Fan Qingzhu's face was bruised, his mouth was open, his tongue was weakly stretched out, and he was already purple and stiff.

There is still a trace of residual warmth in the whole body, but there is no vitality at all.

This is a symptom of suffocation.

Covered and buried with tons of muck, even if you have great ability, you can't escape the doom of suffocation.

Jin Feng was the first to save the driver, delayed for a minute, and then came to save Fan Qingzhu by digging the muck, which took ten minutes.

In eleven minutes, even if the sixth uncle with a toad's throat and a ghostly ear came, he would have to die.

Jin Feng raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl!

With both hands, he pulled open Fan Qingzhu's clothes.

The national beauty and beautiful scenery in front of him did not fall into his eyes at all, and his hands were tightly clasped with ten fingers, and he pressed Fan Qingzhu's chest to death, and began to resuscitate his heart.

The dead horse will also save her!!

Because, she knows Li Yixue's whereabouts!

Press Fan Qingzhu's chest and use your own method to squeeze Fan Qingzhu's chest.

After a few strokes, he took a deep breath, pinched Fan Qingzhu's nose with one hand, and grabbed Fan Qingzhu's throat with the crane-beak tongs with the other, and the black hot lips covered Fan Qingzhu's lips.

The soft sponge-like lips are a little cold, warm as jade but with the smell of death.

Jin Feng frowned, and his face showed a hint of pain.

The pupils tightened suddenly, and a breath of qi suddenly came out of the dantian and was sent into Fan Qingzhu's mouth.

Immediately, the crane-beak pliers continued to squirm and knead on Fan Qingzhu's neck, and then turned into a palm and slid all the way to Fan Qingzhu's chest.

Shoot down with a backhand.

Fan Qingzhu's body moved like a puppet, but there was no movement.

Jin Feng's expression was full of pain, but he was not discouraged in the slightest.

Calm down, look solemn, take a deep breath again, stamp on Fan Qingzhu's lips, stretch out his right palm, palm down, grit his teeth and close his eyes, and suddenly exert force, slapping Fan Qingzhu's heart.

"Up!"

Fan Qingzhu's body trembled, and the jade head tilted weakly, still without any reaction.

Ten minutes ago, the beautiful face was now a cold corpse.

The blue ash on her face has turned into dead ash, and the bleak peach blossom eyes are slightly open, looking gloomily at the gray sky, and she can still see the despair and fear before death from her eyes.

Jin Feng's head was dizzy, his whole body was sore, and his hands were weakly propped up on Fan Qingzhu's body, and he could clearly feel that this woman's body was gradually getting colder.

Wisps of life passed quietly and dissipated.

Jin Feng looked up at the sky, shaking his head in pain, his face distorted and hideous, and he trembled in pain.

Can't wait any longer!

Wait any longer, and in a minute, Fan Qingzhu's vitality will all dissipate, and he will definitely die.

Suddenly, Jin Feng opened his eyes, and the deepest part of his pupils burst out with two never-before-seen determinations.

"Fan Qingzhu!"

"I can bring you back to life!"

"But, you only have three years to live!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Fan Qingzhu!"

"I'm sorry—"

Shouting out these words in his heart, Jin Feng took out a steel wire the thickness of a toothpick from his satchel.

This is a steel needle that I have sharpened with the steel wire of a mountain bike wheel!

The steel needle was taken out, without the slightest hesitation, Jin Feng looked solemn and hugged Fan Qingzhu into his arms.

The face was hideous and frightened, the steel needle turned over in the palm of the hand, and the palm of the hand tightened.

Raise your hand!

Needle up!

Pierce the back of the brain!

"Wow!"

A soft cracking sound!

The steel needle entered Fan Qingzhu's brain, but there was no trace of blood flowing in the needle.

Then put Fan Qingzhu's body flat, and his lips were printed with Fan Qingzhu's cold and plump lips, and he entered it in one breath.

The palm of his hand was wrong, and he slapped it down again, hitting Fan Qingzhu's heart.

"Up!"

The dead Fan Qingzhu Teng was like a zombie, and his upper body stood upright.

Jin Feng touched it with his backhand and ripped off the steel needle.

Inhale again, her lips are imprinted with Fan Qingzhu's lips, one hand is pressed against Fan Qingzhu's heart, and she gently massages and kneades.

A deep kiss delivers oxygen, and at first glance, I thought it was a couple kissing affectionately.

Suddenly, Fan Qingzhu's right hand, which was lying softly on the ground, moved magically.

Five crooked and stiff fingers began to writhe rhythmlessly, like magical zombies.

The delicate crescent eyebrows blinked slightly.

Two, three!

A slight heartbeat of Fan Qingzhu came from Jin Feng's hand, and it slowly began to become stronger.

Fan Qingzhu, live!

Jin Feng closed his eyes, knelt on the ground weakly, holding Fan Qingzhu with one hand, and showed a trace of apology on his gloomy face.

It's more of a pain.

It hurts so much.

No one knows how much Jin Feng paid in order to save Fan Qingzhu.

The blood flowing out of the nostrils splashed on Fan Qingzhu's face drop by drop, and a drop quietly flowed into Fan Qingzhu's lips.

A few drops ran down her lips and slid down the snow-white gooseneck.

Poignant and miserable.

It's so weird.

A drop of blood flowed into Fan Qingzhu's mouth, warm, as soft and sweet as the mother's first mouthful of breast milk when she was born.

It's a little salty, like the first time I cried, I tasted the taste of my own tears.

It seems to be a little bitter and astringent.

Fan Qingzhu's delicate Yao nose groaned softly, and her long eyelashes blinked slightly.

Suddenly, Fan Qingzhu suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ahh

A long, shivering, and terrible cry tore through the sky.

Jin Feng fell softly.

Fan Qingzhu sat up, holding his jade head with both hands, shaking it constantly, his memory and consciousness still stuck at the moment when the muck truck hit him.

Slowly, Fan Qingzhu calmed down, looking around at a loss, completely unaware of what was happening.

looked at Jin Feng beside him blankly, then looked at the muck that had opened a big hole in the distance, and looked down at his clothes again.

It seems that Fan Qingzhu understands something.

Looking at Jin Feng's hands, face, and head, which were burned red and swollen, and his head, Fan Qingzhu covered his face at once.

Fang's heart was like thunder, trembling non-stop.

"He saved me!"

hurriedly wanted to get up, but he knelt down all of a sudden, and fell softly into Jin Feng's arms.

In the whirlwind of the world, this man's body is so warm, like the arms of his childhood mother.

The feeling of a moment gave Fan Qingzhu the security he had ever had.

Breathing and exhaling gently, the soft delicate body was lazily reluctant to squirm anymore, and slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, a 17K Land Cruiser and a fully imported Lincoln Navigator slowly stopped beside Fan Qingzhu.

"See if anyone is dead?"

Two people got up and down on the cruiser and approached Fan Qingzhu to take a look.

"Both are alive. ”

"Hey. Life is big enough. No need to lose money. Walk. ”

Suddenly, a man snorted, walked back to the navigator's car, and whispered a few words.

"How is that possible?"

A lean and energetic man got out of the car.

A dark and tight casual suit, with a black trench coat on the outside, a cold face, and shiny eyes, domineering.

The man limped over with one foot, a carbon steel cane in one hand, and a female secretary in an OL suit with a delicate figure in the other.

When he looked at it, he suddenly hummed.

Approaching the front, the crutches gently poked Jin Feng's face, bent down, and looked at Jin Feng's head again.

"Whew!"

"It's really this ......"

Slowly straightened up, looked back at the two strong men in suits beside him, and said softly, "Isn't he supposed to die a long time ago?"

The voice was very soft but with a touch of ruthlessness, indescribable cruelty.

The two men lowered their heads and didn't dare to say a word.

The lame man followed with a sharp shout: "How could he not be dead?"

The sound was as cold as thunder, and even the air had stopped.

"So you're not dead?"

As he spoke, the lame man picked up his crutches and threw them heavily on Jin Feng's body, and shouted, "Didn't you say that several of them were dead?"

The two men lowered their heads and remained silent.

The lame man frowned and closed his eyes in pain, and his facial features were all squeezed together, as if he had been greatly tortured, and his expression was extremely tormented.

With his elbows together, he bent over and roared.

The green tendons on his forehead and hands bulged high.

Furious!

Hysterical rant shouted, "What are you doing in a daze?"

"Get it to the mixing plant and bury it!"

"Buried—"

The two men bowed their heads and said yes, and when they stepped forward, they were about to drag Jin Feng and Fan Qingzhu.

Suddenly!

A man's hands stiffened, stagnant in mid-air.

The Type 92 pistolist exposed from Fan Qingzhu's waist stabbed Huo Ran into the man's eyes. ()

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