After living for two lifetimes, Mulan deeply realized for the first time how terrible people are driven by the desire to survive ~ hope. In order to move even an inch forward, the pen www.biquge.info can not hesitate to trample the same kind under his feet.

She saw with her own eyes a woman holding a child lying on the ground, her hands struggling to support the ground and protect the child under her. Countless pairs of feet stepped on her back, legs, and hands, but no one reached out to pull them.

However, in this case, what qualifications does she have to criticize others for being ruthless, isn't she also powerless?

At the moment of the explosion, she and Li Xi had just stepped onto the Mandarin Duck Bridge. The huge shaking caused the foundation of the bridge to collapse, and many people fell from the sloping deck into the frozen river before they could figure out what was happening.

She reacted quickly, pulled Li Xi to retreat from the bridge in time, escaped the catastrophe of falling into the water, and then the crowd that was in a commotion dispersed. Li Xi and Baofu were drowned in the crowd in the blink of an eye, and Lu Xin tried to rush over to save her, but also blocked the crowd that had fled in all directions.

In the crazy crowd, her kung fu was useless at all, and the crowd was caught between left and right, and she couldn't count how many times she turned, and she couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

As the so-called disaster is not alone, I don't know what I stepped on in the crowd, and the sharp tip penetrated the sole of her shoe and stabbed the sole of her foot. The wound was not large, but a lot of blood flowed repeatedly in the collision and stampede, and the soles of the feet were sticky and wet, and the pain was getting worse.

She didn't know how long the chaos would last, but she had seen what the consequences of falling here would be, and she could only resist the onslaught from all sides, protecting her own cone-sized foothold.

"Ahh

There was a series of screams in front of her, the voice was miserable and desperate, and she listened to it and shuddered, wondering if someone had unfortunately become a cushion of flesh under everyone's feet. It was just a distraction, someone hit her back hard, she didn't lift it in one breath, her legs were weak, and the whole person threw herself forward.

The people in the neighborhood fell like dominoes, one by one. There was a slight gap here, and the crowd poured in from all sides like a tidal wave. She tried desperately to hold herself, but the person on her back was hard and heavy like a stone, forcing her to keep sticking to the ground.

The light in front of her eyes quickly faded, and countless legs were gathered in this direction like sticks, and she could even smell the smell of blood emanating from her own feet.

Finished!

As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, she heard an unusual scream from the people around her, her back suddenly lightened, and one arm wrapped around her waist, and she stood up involuntarily. Before he could react, his body was light again, and he had already been hugged in his arms.

Then, she found out that she was flying.

To be precise, it was the person holding her who was flying. More precisely, walking above a crowd with your toes on the top of the head or shoulders of the person below, running in one direction. Everywhere they passed, there was a moment of silence in the crowd, and then it surged more and more frantically, and someone stretched out his hand as if to grasp the life-saving straw that was speeding by.

She turned her head, and saw a face that was half covered by a black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes, staring intently ahead. The pupils reflected the distant firelight, flickering and dimming, looking extraordinarily deep and sharp.

Although the emotions contained in these eyes were unfamiliar, she recognized them.

Du Shunwen!

"How could you ......?"

Don't make a sound, and cover your face. As soon as she spoke, her deep voice interrupted.

She was slightly stunned and decisively buried her face in his chest.

She couldn't see what was going on around her, she felt herself moving forward with his movements. The noise faded away, and the four sides became dark. She peeked and saw that they were scurrying across a ridge of roof.

"Where are you taking me?" she couldn't help but ask.

Du Shunwen didn't answer, jumped straight down from a high roof, and landed steadily in a deep alley. After walking down the alley for about a quarter of an hour, Fang stopped in front of a private house.

The door was locked, and it was pitch black inside, apparently an empty house with no one on it. Without pausing at his feet, he stepped over the low wall by the door and into the courtyard. Walked around the front row of the house to the back, kicked open the door of one room, and placed her on a chair. Out of nowhere, he found a fire fold and lit the candle on the table.

Mulan looked at it by the light, it was a small hall with simple decoration, bamboo tables and chairs, plain cotton curtains, ink landscape paintings hanging on the wall, and a few pots of unnamed green plants placed by the window. One of the pots has clusters of small lilac flowers, adding a touch of spring to the house that seems to be particularly cold in winter.

"Is this where you live?" she asked.

"Sort of. Du Shunwen grabbed the black cloth that covered his face, revealing his beautiful face. As if afraid that she would continue to ask, he said, "You wait", and turned around and went out. After about half an hour, he turned back with a lit charcoal basin in his hand.

Bending down at her feet, his gaze fixed on her blood-stained shoes, his brow furrowed suddenly, "Are you hurt?"

"Hmm. Mulan nodded, "It seems that I stepped on a broken porcelain piece......"

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Before her words fell, Du Shunwen said reproachfully.

Reached out to hold her feet, trying to help her take off her shoes, but with a force on her hand, she gasped and let go again. After hesitating, he stood up and walked out without saying a word.

Mulan didn't know what he was going to do, so she put her foot on the other leg and tried to take off her shoes, only to find that her feet were already stuck to her shoes and socks. She was afraid that the wound would be ruptured, so she didn't dare to force it, so she had to give up.

Du Shunwen went out and didn't come back for a long time, no one distracted her, and the feeling of discomfort followed. There is no place on the body that does not hurt, the bones are like falling apart, not to mention the injured foot, the uninjured one is called charcoal fire, itchy and swollen, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

She hurriedly moved to a chair farther away and sat down, looked back at the door, and muttered, "What is this man doing?"

After a long time, there was finally movement outside the door, and the curtain was lifted, but it was not Du Shunwen who came in, but a woman in her thirties. He carried a small rattan box in his hand, and was wrapped in a cloak and wrapped in cold air.

Seeing Mulan bending her knees, "Wanfu, girl, our son-in-law ordered me to serve the girl." ”

Mulan knew that the son in her mouth was Du Shunwen, so she didn't see him come in, so she asked, "What about your son?"

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Yihan said

Thanks to the "Jiangnan Xibei" children's boots for the peace charm, bow!!!!