Chapter 92: Not Pretending to Be Drunk?
Leng Xiaoye stopped abruptly, and the Emperor Fu Yaoyang beside him also stopped at the same time.
The two looked at each other for a moment, then kept looking at the wall on one side of the alley.
Huangfu Yaoyang immediately squatted sideways, "Go up." ”
There was no time to be polite, Leng Xiaoye took a step back, stepped on his shoulder, and neatly climbed onto the high wall.
Huangfu Yaoyang took a few steps back, helped the way, and then leaped.
The wound on his leg has not yet healed, and the wound is involved, which inevitably affects his movements, and one foot goes down, but the other slides down the wall.
Leng Xiaoye instinctively came over to help him, but in a hurry, he also lost his balance, and the two shook the wall together, and then fell into the wall at the same time.
Huangfu Yaoyang instinctively pulled her into his arms, wrapped her body around hers, and at the same time flipped hard, turning himself under the face.
His body was the first to hit the ground, and the wall was an uneven brick floor, and the wound on his back hit the protruding hard object, and a cold sweat immediately overflowed from his forehead.
Outside the walls, voices and footsteps have already chased after them.
The two of them tacitly agreed that neither of them moved, and still maintained the posture they had when they fell.
"You go to the left, we go to the right, tonight, we must succeed!"
A man's cold voice came from outside the wall, and then the footsteps split into two lanes, running in the direction of the two forks, farther and farther away.
Leng Ono has been trained by his own special forces father since he was a child, and he can hear that there are at least six people on the other side just from his voice, and it can be seen from the strength of his footsteps that they are all well-trained.
Listening to the footsteps of several people fading away, she breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up from Huangfu Yaoyang.
"Alright, everyone is gone."
Huangfu Yaoyang did not react.
She bent down again to look closely at his face, the wall dimly lit, his eyes closed tightly under the blindfold.
It was sticky and hot under the palm of his hand, and Leng Ono looked sideways at his shoulder, only to see a large amount of blood in the place where his palm was holding.
This guy, shot?
"Hello? Huangfu Yaoyang! She shook his body slightly, "Hey, are you sober?" Hey......"
Huangfu Yaoyang just shook with her movements, still not reacting.
Leng Ono's mood tensed unnaturally, and he stretched out his fingers and carefully reached for the tip of his nose.
No, breathe.
He's dead?!
Leng Xiaoye's heart tightened suddenly, and he immediately reached out to his carotid artery.
As soon as her fingers touched his skin, Huangfu Yaoyang's eyes had opened suddenly, and he raised the corners of his lips slightly as he looked at her close eyes.
"Are you scared of me dying?"
Leng Xiaoye was stunned for two seconds, and then raised his hand with a hand knife, directly stunting him.
Straightening up from him, she gritted her teeth and spat out.
"I'm so scared, I'm so scared that I'm going to die, I'm afraid you'll die, I'm afraid you're sick, you deserve to die, you ......"
As she spoke, she kicked him twice in anger before turning and walking off the distance.
After taking a few steps, he stopped and walked over, turned him over, and examined him.
Huangfu Yaoyang was not shot, but the wound on his shoulder had not healed, and it was torn open just now because of the bump.
"This kind of injury, you can't kill people, don't come to me again in the future!"
With a whisper, Leng Ono turned around again.
This time, she turned her face only after walking more than ten meters.
Listening to the voice just now, everyone outside should be a killer, could it be that his people are all wiped out?
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