Shen Xichen walked to Yijing's side with pain, his bloodstained hands and his inflexible help Yijing untie the hemp rope on her feet.

"Shen Xichen," Yiyi cried and shouted to the sweaty man in front of her, his nose was full of pungent blood, and he suddenly felt a very serious sense of guilt, "Actually, you don't use it to save me!" ”

Shen Xichen pulled out a far-fetched smile, helped Yiyi's hair scattered at random behind her ears, and gave Yiliang a pair of peach blossom eyes in the weakly lit space, "It's okay." ”

Then he weakly added, "I almost beat them." ”

Yi Jing's tears changed from more to less, unhurried and orderly, opening a winding road on her pale face, sliding to the sharp chin, condensing into a drop of liquid that was crystal clear enough, and dripped on Shen Xichen's arm.

Sour tears flowed to the wound cut by the watermelon knife, and a hot feeling went straight to Shen Xichen's heart. The smile on Shen Xichen's face weakened slightly, and the fingertips stained with scarlet blood touched the tears that were flowing down Yi's face.

The red color mixed with the slightly cloudy teardrops, even if it was wiped away, still inevitably left marks on Yi's face.

"Seventeen, you are not a crying woman, you don't have to leave so many tears for me. I came to save you, and rightfully so. "As a man, if he can't even protect the woman he loves, then why should he be dominant?

"Shen Xichen, you let me out, get out of here! I, Han Yijing, don't need you to care even if I'm dead! I wanted to throw myself into his arms and cry, but I said this kind of thing inexplicably.

Shili seemed to be very good at this time, she saw the treacherous smile on the face of the old fat man in the passage, and also saw the square box in his hand.

If she hadn't miscalculated, it would have been a bomb.

Bombs! If Shen Xichen can't get out this time, it can only be a dead end.

"Seventeen, it's useless for you to speak harshly in front of me!" Shen Xichen then untied the hemp rope on Yi Jing's hand, the shocking scars on it were like a blunt knife grinding in his heart little by little, but it was more like a basin of hot water, sprinkled directly on his heart, first as cold as ice caves, and then endless pain.

Shen Xichen scolded himself over and over again, but to no avail.

"Shen Xichen, let me go!" Yi Jing's newly liberated hands pushed Shen Xichen, and the focus of her eyes was no longer on him.

But he squatted in place with a serious face, his face returned to his original facial paralysis, and his cold gaze entangled with Yijing's anxious face, his eyes narrowed slightly, trying to do his best to integrate Yijing into his eyes. His hands were frozen in place, but his brain was racing.

He came in with all his might, and he didn't care if he was beaten, but she called him away again and again and pushed herself to the door. Is this the result he wants?

Could it be that she Han Yijing is doing well here, and she doesn't even want to leave? He had just heard her call his name, was it all a hallucination?

"Let's go!" Yi Yi screamed uncontrollably, the tears on her face were suddenly stopped, and her bloodshot eyes stared at Shen Xichen, staring directly at his coldness, ignoring his prying eyes.

The old fat man at the door couldn't help but sneer before closing the door, "I thought it was a good couple with affection and affection, but now I can only quarrel on Huangquan Road." I'll give you five hours...... When the time comes, there will be a 'bang' and there will be nothing. ”

Then, the thick door was pulled shut little by little under Yiyi's desperate gaze, and Zuihou, the slightest bit of light that came out of the outside disappeared.

Yi Wan knelt on the ground in frustration, bowing her head and trembling, just like clutching the attached dandelion in the evening breeze, it would be blown away anytime and anywhere, and it would collapse anytime and anywhere.

"Shen Xichen, you stupid! You could have run out while they were closing! Yi Wan said weakly, and the ethereal voice seemed to disappear in the next second.

"Seventeen, do you know how I got in? I just want to see you! Shen Xichen's words were cold and hard, indestructible, and his gloomy gaze stared at the wall, flowing with the loss in his heart.

"Shen Xichen, do you see what it is?" Yi Wan broke Shen Xichen's body and smiled palely, "Bomb!" There are only five hours of bombs left! ”

There is no way out.

Death, nothing, really.

But she was scared, and even dragged Shen Xichen to death.

Shen Xichen looked at the black box and laughed sarcastically, "I never thought that I would be dead or alive this time, what I care about is your life or death." If you can't live, I'd rather be by your side. ”

"You bastard! Who will accompany me to death, have you asked me! ”

"That's right! I'm a bastard, I'm just blind to fall in love with you! Shen Xichen threw off his blood-stained coat, stood up resolutely, walked to another corner with difficulty, sat down childishly, and looked at the woman who was very close to the light arrogantly.

She knelt in the mess, her eyes wandering at the dilapidated warehouse, her face unhealthy, holding a slightly dirty blazer in her hand, and gradually settled down.

The bruise and purple mark on Yijing's right foot stabbed Shen Xichen's heart fiercely, that damn errand was not lightly beaten, Shen Xichen could hear the clear sound of fractures even if he was not at the scene, but Yijing didn't even hum, she still endured the severe pain in front of him and pretended to be strong and smiled without shouting pain.

Is this woman so forbearant that she forgets the pain of her wounds?

In such a situation, she still pushed herself and screamed and rushed out, and she could be left alone.

obviously needs himself very much, but he still has to push himself away.

Shen Xichen sighed, sullenly stepped forward and pulled the coat in her arms and draped it over her exposed shoulders.

With the hand that was not wounded, he moved Yijing to the wall, allowing her to lean against the wall in a more comfortable position, but took special care of the gunshot wound on Yijing's shoulder, although it had healed.

Yijing quietly watched Shen Xichen sit beside her, dejected.

Shen Xichen looked at this dejected Yijing, and in his mind, a faint memory of the girl who was also depressed that year.

She appeared in front of him that day wearing a clean school uniform shirt and a knee-length school uniform plaid skirt.

By the way, there is also a pile of luggage that cannot be taken up.

A person struggles to hold and drag, sweating dejectedly, but is unwilling to ask others for help, as if she can do everything in the world by herself.

He recognized the girl at a glance, and at a very young age, they had already crossed paths.