88. 88 Ann Yirou = not gentle at all
Isn't that the brother of Feng Yutian? Their brother has always been like fire and water, he has just married Feng Yutian, and as far as she knows, Feng Yutian has also dealt him a heavy blow.
If Yin Mingyang knew that she was so close to Feng Yutian, wouldn't she be dead?
She reacted too violently, and Yin Mingyang asked, "What's the problem?" β
An Yirou smiled bitterly: "No, your name is so nice." Your mom is so talented. β
"It wasn't my mom who gave it that name."
"Huh?" An Yirou was stunned, not knowing why he said this.
"Who gave your name? Sounds gentle. β
"Huh." Another one was deceived, and An Yirou said proudly, "It's not good to hear your Chinese, my surname 'An' has the meaning of 'how' in ancient Chinese." The priest gave me a name, saying that I had never become gentle since I was a child, and that I could not find any evidence of gentleness, so he called me An Yirou. β
"I see?" He seemed happy, with a smile in his voice
"yes. When I was a child, I was invincible in the welfare home. β
"It was the same when I was younger. It seems that none of us are as happy as Feng Yutian. β
Seal the sky? An Yirou was frightened.
He mentioned Feng Yutian for the second time, did he know who she was from the beginning, so he brought her here.
What is he going to do? kidnapped, take her and Feng Yutian on terms, or rape first and then kill and then vent your anger.
An Yirou only felt a cool breeze on her back, and her hands and feet were cold.
He laughed dryly and said, "Who is he?" I don't know, I don't know. β
"Oh? I don't know! Yin Mingyang sneered twice and didn't say anything.
The night in the woods was a little cold, and An Yirou looked up at the dark treetops in the dark.
When it came to Feng Yutian, her heart was very sour.
Every time she is in trouble, he comes to save her, I don't know if it will be this time?
After thinking about it, An Yirou felt that she should not sit still, but should find a way out.
As soon as she got up, she listened to Yin Mingyang's voice: "Where are you going?" β
An Yirou said: "I'll go and see if there is a way out." β
"Oh. There's a wolf around here, be careful. β
An Yirou shrank in fright.
I only heard Yin Mingyang say lightly: "Don't be afraid when you encounter a wolf, remember to look at it bravely." β
"That scares it away?"
"This will make your death more dignified."
ββ¦β¦βNND
Ann sat down softly and puffed up, not moving.
Today she drank a little too much, and she was a little tired, and she sat down, and she fell asleep in a daze.
I don't know how long I slept, and suddenly I felt someone pushing her.
She woke up in a daze, only to find that there was already a light in the forest.
Outside, it seemed to be dawning. The voices of people in the distance gradually grew from far to near.
Yin Mingyang stood in front of her, wearing only a white shirt, the forest was damp, the blood stains on his shirt were still bright, and his face was even paler.
She stood up, only to find that his coat was covered. An Yirou was even more unbearable.
Yin Mingyang said expressionlessly: "Now they have started to search the mountain. Have you ever shot a gun? β
"Guns. Does a bubble gun count? β
"......" Yin Mingyang twitched the corners of his mouth.
An Yirou smiled: "Just kidding." In my freshman year of military training, there were live ammunition exercises, and my classmates and I often played real CS. β
"Good." Yin Mingyang didn't expect her to laugh at this time, but it was undoubtedly good news that she had such an experience. So he handed her a gun.
"What about you?" An Yirou was afraid that he had no protection.
"I have two."
"Do you shoot with both hands?" An Yirou was very impressed, "Then can you tell me how to shoot the bullets?" β
ββ¦β¦ Haven't you practiced with live ammunition? β
"Is the trainer bullet used by people good with a fake gun?" An Yirou said unconvinced.
Yin Mingyang taught her speechlessly, opened the safety of the gun for her, and gave her two magazines. Say, "You follow me for a while, and I won't look for you if I lose it."
After speaking, he walked into the depths of the forest.
An Yirou asked curiously, "Who are those people?" Why are you hunted down? β
"It's not the one who sealed the heavens."
Hey? Is he a roundworm in her stomach? How do you know what she's thinking?
An Yirou had no choice but to follow him, and her intuition told her that he was not lying.
He asked again: "Is it the same group of people who are chasing and killing Feng Yutian?" β
He didn't seem to be willing to answer, and it took a while for him to hum.
It turned out to be a common enemy of the two brothers.
That has to be eliminated, An Yirou thought ambitiously. Destroying at least one Celestial Seal will result in one less threat.
Alas! Feng Yutian ignored her, why did she think so much about him.
After walking a few steps forward in silence, I heard someone not far away, shouting in English in surprise: "There are blood stains here, they are nearby." β
Hearing this voice, An Yirou felt that the danger was not far away, she was a little scared, and walked a few steps to follow Yin Mingyang.
Yin Mingyang pulled her to hide behind a big tree, and three people appeared dozens of meters away, holding guns, carefully searching.
An Yirou's hands and feet couldn't help but be weak, and her palms were sweaty. Raised his gun tremblingly.
Yin Mingyang held her hand and briefly said with a lip shape: "Use a knife." Then withdraw the dagger.
It was obvious that the other party was conducting a search in small groups, and as soon as the gunshots rang out, they would inevitably summon everyone nearby.
"With a knife?" Homicide? White knives in and red knives out? An Yirou's appetite contracted.
It's useless to grow up so big, and I've never killed a chicken.
Yin Mingyang looked at the sky speechlessly, and then whispered in her ear: "You stay here for a while and don't move." β
His breath sprayed into her ears, tickling, and An Yi shrank her head softly: "Can you?" "He's so badly wounded.
"As long as you don't hold back."
"......" An Yirou glared at him, she was an ordinary girl, not a killer.
The men were getting closer, and they took a few steps behind the tree where the two were hiding.
Yin Mingyang suddenly attacked, and solved one like lightning, and as soon as the other two turned their heads, Yin Mingyang's dagger had already cut the throat of one of them.
But the third one seemed to have some ability, and he actually dodged Yin Mingyang's thunderous blow.
A shot was fired into the sky.
There was a loud bang, startling countless mountain birds.
In an instant, there were gunshots around the forest, and the nearest one seemed to be only a few dozen meters away.
Yin Mingyang quickly eliminated the opponent with a dagger.
By this time, the gunshots behind him had already rang out.
Yin Mingyang pulled An Yirou up and flashed behind the big tree, An Yirou was still in shock, seeing Yin Mingyang fight back, she also shot twice.
The two men retreated, and the further they went, the thicker the trees became, and a fast-flowing stream divided the woods in two, the water was wide but not deep.
An Yirou ran out of bullets.
She asked Yin Mingyang, "Do you still have bullets?" β
Yin Mingyang said: "Yes." β
An Yirou was happy: "Great, give me a few." β
Yin Mingyang finished the shot and said, "It's gone now." β
"......" wants to burst into foul language, and there is wood.
An puffed up and said, "What are we going to do?" β
Yin Mingyang was very calm, and she didn't look at her and said: "We went to the other side of the creek, this creek is a natural barrier, they don't know our situation, and they are not sure that they will not pass." β
After saying that, go into the water and walk forward.
An Yirou also went into the water, and although the weather was warm, the stream was still very cold.
The two crossed the creek and hid behind a tree, and sure enough, the other party gathered on the other side of the river and did not chase after them. They were camping on the other side, and seemed to be preparing to trap them.
The two of them sat down behind the tree on the other side of the creek.
Yin Mingyang closed his eyes weakly. Leaning against the tree for a while, his pale face gradually turned red.
His gunshot wound was originally very serious and was not treated in time, and I am afraid that the wound was infected and he was in a fever.
After a while, the situation became more serious. If you burn it like this, you will die.
An Yirou went around to a hidden place and wet her clothes in the stream.
Come back and press him on his forehead.
Yin Mingyang pushed her hand away, opened his eyes to look at her, pursed his thin lips, and said, "You can't use my coat?" β
"......" An Yirou hurriedly put on her wet coat.
NND, it's all like this and you're still so conservative, your coat is on you, do you want me to take it off for you?
Depressed, Yin Mingyang picked up her hand and stuffed something into her, a miniature grenade, and said, "When it's dark, they will quietly cross the stream." Just follow the stream and don't look back, and you can walk out of the mountain at dawn. β
His hands are so cold.
An Yirou asked with some concern: "You're not leaving?" "Where can you survive in the hands of those people?
He closed his eyes weakly and did not speak.
Oh, I guess he can't walk.
An Yirou looked at him, her cold face was haggard and pale, and even her usually moist lips began to dry out.
It looks like a withered flower.
If it weren't for saving her, he wouldn't have had to end up in this situation.
Thinking like this, the brilliance of An Yirou's motherhood was aroused by him, and she determined, no matter what? Take him with you.
The more time passed, the worse his condition became,
An Yirou fed him with some water from the brook with leaves. He actually grabbed her hand: "Mom! β
"...... is too polite."
I don't know his age, but he looks like he's older than her, so it's not a good name.
An Yirou hurriedly touched his forehead with her hand, it was scary. Sure enough, he burned nonsense.
Yin Mingyang took her hand and hugged her tightly in his arms, his voice was very excited: "Don't go, Mom, don't go." β
An Yirou was startled, struggled, did not break away, sighed and said, "My son, you are about to strangle the old mother to death." βοΌ
He couldn't hear it, just hugged her tightly: "Why haven't you come to see me for so long?" β
An Yirou said: "You are too tight, I can't look at you." β
I couldn't struggle, so I gave up struggling and let him hold it.