Lan Qingchuan was stunned, knowing his intention to delay time, when he heard him pull out of Xiao Zhou's house, the thug who pounced on him obviously paused, Han Luochen seized the opportunity and kicked his knife away.

Lan Qingchuan was pushed away by him, took advantage of the situation and held the knife, and when he turned his head, the two of them were already fighting together, Han Luochen lacked strength, he was not his opponent, that person was already crazy, after smashing several fists fiercely, Han Luochen coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the man pinched his neck in frenzy, wanting to put him to death.

The strength was so ruthless that Han Luochen's face was already gray and blue. Lan Qingchuan gasped twice, with great hatred in his heart, he grabbed the knife and quickly stabbed it, right on his back, the blood flowed out of his hand at once, and even his nails were red.

She used all her strength, and the knife stabbed deeply, and the man still had the strength to struggle away, and he rolled over and kicked her away.

Lan Qingchuan vomited blood and fell to the ground, trembling in pain, and felt that even his organs were displaced.

Then several people rushed to grab her, press her against the wet and rotten leaves, pull her hair, and wrap her neck.

Lan Qingchuan no longer had the strength to look at Han Luochen, she could clearly hear his sharp shout, his voice was almost so hard that he broke his throat, he kept calling her name, one by one, but one by one weaker than his body.

Lan Qingchuan's eyes began to blur, and he couldn't even make a sound. The knife-wielding thug let go of Han Luochen, walked towards her step by step, and then kicked her in the body.

She rolled over, her eyes darkened, and she felt him pinch her face, and a slap in the face was a slap with a flick of his hand.

A thick bloody gas suddenly poured into her mouth, and her cheeks burned hotly. She was delicate and noble, and her grandfather protected her seamlessly, and she had never been subjected to such cruel methods.

These blows made her almost dizzy, and the men still did not let her go, grabbed her by the neck, and began to tear her clothes, mixed with scolding and lewd laughter.

She was pressed and had no power to resist, and subconsciously bit her tongue. The man sensed her movements and slapped her again.

Before Lan Qingchuan fell into a coma, all the memories of this hour also fell into a coma. But she seemed to hear the gunshots, and the men stopped pulling at her, but she didn't know if it was a delusion.

She didn't know that a moment later, the depths of the forest were filled with the smell of gunsmoke and blood. And Lan Qingchuan's fate has also undergone a huge change because of this, almost subverting her entire life.

When Lan Qingchuan woke up, she heard the sound of the angry waves, and she was in extreme pain, and she could smell a strong watery smell on the tip of her nose.

She couldn't stretch her hands and feet, and even her eyes were blindfolded. In the darkness, I can only feel the bumps around me, and I don't know day and night.

She guessed right, she was tied to a corner of the ship. But she knew that she had not been rescued, and that none of the rescued were bound hand and sibling.

She desperately wanted to find Han Luochen, but in the narrow space, she couldn't feel the breath of anyone other than herself.

The river breeze was rough, and it came in through the gap in the window, stabbing her with chills all over. She clings to the cold walls, and the thrill of the depths of the forest reappears as if it were yesterday.

She had a splitting headache, an unpleasant feeling of nausea rising in her chest, and after another jolt in the hull, she vomited so hard that she was about to use up all the strength she had built.