Chapter 83 The truth about the Snow Mountain back then, Qi Jingqian collapsed
Song Enxi's trouser leg burned in a small area, Qi Jingqian wanted to find water, and Leng Sihan took off his coat as soon as possible and threw himself on Song Enxi's leg.
Qi Jingqianshuang hit the spot.
At that moment, it was as if something was hitting him in the skull.
At first, it was a gentle beating, like hitting the balls with a small hammer, until the balls cracked little by little, and a small hole was opened, and then a long, long needle was taken, and it was slammed from the hole in the skull to the heart.
He was almost on one knee.
Watching Leng Sihan check that Song Enxi's leg was okay.
His whole body was uncontrollably chilling and a little convulsive.
He was wrong, he was wrong.
He and Leng Sihan also wanted to save Song Enxi, but took different methods. Is it thinking in the same way, Song Enxi didn't want to run back then, but wanted to find someone to call for help, after all, it was a family to play, and several big families were nearby......
Liao Zhen chose the most reckless way to save people, while Song Enxi chose the most rational and found the nearest person to save him? Will the odds be greater?
When the avalanche falls, the best thing to do is to run to the left and right, and like Liao Zhen, who pounced directly on him, it is likely that he will not be able to save people at all in the end, and even he will be buried in the snowdrift.
But fortunately, it was only a small avalanche back then, so it didn't cover up Liao Zhen, and Liao Zhen was able to dig him out, because there wasn't much snow.
After learning of this speculation, Qi Jingqian's whole heart seemed to fall into the cold, and one heart twitched one after another.
There was a sour feeling in the whole eye socket.
I was wrong, Eun.
Also shocked was Bai Juncan, who couldn't speak for a long time, and couldn't apologize.
Song Enxi was very happy and burned a few leg hairs.
She patted her trouser leg, thanked Leng Sihan, and glanced at Bai Juncan with disgust: "Don't worry, even if it was a dog just now, I would save it." ”
After speaking, she felt still angry, and looked at Bai Juncan with her waist inserted: "I regret it, it's better to save a dog than to save you." You're not as good as a dog. Comparing a dog to you, I insulted the dog. I have to apologize to the dog! ”
Bai Juncan's three views of the whole person have been completely subverted.
"So...... It is said that grace is not reciprocated...... What do you want to do......" Bai Juncan's whole person was still confused.
The feeling of being saved by a sworn enemy is not pleasant!
"You, you...... You don't want me to make a promise! Then cuckold my uncle! I refuse! ”
Song Enxi was laughed angrily, "How can there be a brain-dead creature like you in this world!" How much it affects our human breathing! Bai Juncan, give me money! I want money! That's the reward! ”
Bai Juncan looked at her complicatedly, "How much do you see?" ”
"Whatever, give me a meaning. I don't want to disgust myself. Only money can soothe my wounded heart. Song Enxi took out the QR code for collecting money on WeChat.
Bai Juncan is also willing to give money, after all, he feels comfortable after giving money.
"Is five thousand okay?" Bai Juncan asked tentatively.
"Whatever, you can value yourself as much as you want!" Song Enxi shook his legs, looking like he "recognizes money but not people".
Bai Juncan finally transferred 50,000 yuan to her, and the little meat hurt, but thinking that it was his own value after all, 5,000 always felt too shabby.
In the end, he also defended, "It's not that I'm only worth 50,000." It's the level of danger just now, and it's not serious enough for my life. ”
"Oh." Song Enxi responded casually, and Leng Sihan sent her back to the room.
Bai Juncan got up, walked to Qi Jingqian, who didn't look very good, and said, "Uncle...... How do I think something weird. Song Enxi is even willing to save me, how can I not save you? Did we misunderstand something? ”
"Hmm.".
As soon as he spoke, his throat was hoarse, and the stream wind poured into him was like a knife, cutting straight at his throat.