Behind him is a mudslide that can kill people, of course Su Fan knows that if he doesn't hurry up, as soon as his feet are submerged, he will no longer be able to return to the sky.

However, no matter how closely the mudslide was chased, his determination to hold Wei Zhitong's hand and pull her to run up together did not waver at all.

It's not that he has any so-called noble character, but in his opinion, this is human nature, he is a doctor, and it is his duty to save the dead and help the wounded, and he can't do it if he doesn't save him when he dies.

"Woo...... Su Fan, why don't you let me go? Wei Zhitong tried hard to keep up with Su Fan's pace, but she stumbled, and she had to rely on Su Fan to pull her and carry her to run.

She won't drag Su Fan down, and she doesn't want anything to happen to him.

"Less nonsense!" Su Fan tightened Wei Zhitong's wrist even more.

The dead branches and grass blades under his feet were trampled down by his feet, and the rubble from the mudslide tumbled down, and a few pieces of rubble that fluttered and bounced into his calves.

Su Fan's elegant face was calm and calm, and only when he frowned together and wrinkled into a Sichuan shape could he see the eagerness and heaviness of his calmness.

If he runs slower than the mudslide, he and Wei Zhitong will have to put their lives here.

"Su Fan! Faster! Come on! Monk You You stood together, and before he could catch his breath, he shouted at Su Fan with a look of fear.

When Luo Yangyang panted and ran to Shang Yiran's position, he stopped and turned around with him to look down.

When she looked down, she was not so worried, the mudslide seemed to stop rolling, and the narrow valley was completely submerged by the mudslide.

Behind Su Fan and Wei Zhitong, there was a distance of four or five meters from the debris flow that had piled up, and the debris flow did not continue to pile up to catch up with them.

When Su Fan pulled Wei Zhitong and finally ran to the position of Shang Yiran and a few people, the five people who were panting looked at the messy mountain, and when the big raindrops of beans smashed through the branches and leaves on their faces, a feeling of the aftermath rose in their hearts.

If they don't catch the mudslide in time, the consequences will be dire.

"Su Fan......" While several people were having palpitations, Wei Zhitong looked at Su Fan's hand that was still holding her wrist, looking at him with admiration and admiration.

Su Fan's flashlight fell off and was flooded by the mudslide when he was fleeing for his life, and his vision at night on a rainy day was also seriously blocked, but this did not prevent Wei Zhitong from looking at the admiring eyes in the past.

Wei Zhitong's voice, listening to Su Fan's ears, suddenly felt that it was not normal, and subconsciously turned his head to look at her.

In the dark, a fairly familiar face, wet hair on the face is full of embarrassment.

Su Fan looked at Wei Zhitong for two seconds before he realized that he was still holding her, and immediately let go of her hand.