Section 24 Escape

In the dark room under the tanker, the lights were as bright as water, and Li Fangjing kept talking, trying to divert Murong Hualou's attention and dispel her fear. His gentle voice lingered in his ears, her demure breath was as quiet as an orchid, and time was ticking, like a dance step turning forward.

Murong Hualou suddenly said, "At this moment, it's almost twelve o'clock, right?" ”

Li Fangjing thought about it slightly, and then said, "I'm just afraid that it's a little too much...... If you're tired, sleep on my lap...... Maybe you're going to be here alone tomorrow night. ”

His voice was soft, but she heard it well. He won't be back tomorrow, he had already guessed in his heart, but he still laughed with her as if nothing had happened.

The heart is like a flower, the green trees are lush, and the branches are swaying.

After lowering her eyes for a moment, she finally chose to believe it, and smiled faintly: "I want to go back to sleep...... The bed in the Overseer's House is particularly soft. Even if you are pillowing your legs, I am afraid that this iron hard deck will not be able to sleep steadily. I'm very picky about eating, drinking, and sleeping......"

Li Fangjing remembered her wine tasting and squinted her eyes slightly, like a Persian cat.

“…… That may be tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow...... They won't harm you, after all, Yuzhou is now the White Overseer's army covering the sky. Maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the adjutant will pick you up, don't be afraid...... Tonight, I lend you my arms......" he said Meng Lang, but his voice was unusually quiet.

His chest tightened slightly, and his concern was also revealed in the simple words, Murong Hualou paused for a moment before he said, "...... I want to go back tonight...... Fang Jing, are you good at swimming? ”

Li Fangjing nodded: "Originally, I knew it, but I took special swimming lessons in Germany later, so I should be good at it, right?" What are you thinking......"

Murong Hualou smiled slyly: "I was thinking, I have to go back tonight...... Sleeping is a big deal, and I don't want to wronged myself! ”

Hearing this, Li Fangjing blamed himself slightly and sighed. was about to say something, but she pulled out a light pistol from under the cheongsam, covered in black gold, inlaid with a blood-colored agate stone, and landed in her green palm.

In astonishment, I couldn't help but look at her cheongsam again. The jade legs are slender and straight, and the waist is graceful, which is the age when youth is like a flower ingot.

She raised her hand and pulled the trigger.

Li Fangjing was stunned, her ears rang slightly, and purple light burst out from her fingertips and pierced into the iron plate cabin. That's not a bullet at all, it's a beam. Those soft sounds, like purple strings breaking, and the water dripping under the eaves is like a pour, and inch by inch is swimming in the iron plate cabin.

He didn't know why, but a two-meter-long line was struck out by the treacherous pistol in her hand on the cabin, and the sea water swarmed like silk covering the rich dark night, and through the purple light of the beam of light in her hand, it formed a colorful illusion, like a rainbow hanging obliquely after the rain.

The shape of the hand changed slightly, and in the vertical direction, there was another swift swim, and the iron plate cabin was again a row of holes. About a meter or so, the sea water was forced, and it violently broke through the cabin, and the sea water in the burrow suddenly half waisted up, and it kept pouring in.

Li Fangjing only looked at her back and didn't come back to his senses. The water silk wet her hair and clothes, the skin behind her ears became fairer and fairer, the delicate side face was exquisite, and the posture was delicate, but the eyes were quite serious, as if she was carefully carving handicrafts, and her arrogant chin was tight, but it was moistened by the sea.

She could have waited until tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.

But he couldn't......

His arm is already wounded, and if he goes down any further, it will add to the scars, and he will suffer more. The glittering light in his eyes made her heart thump. chose to believe and maintain, until the cold salty sea water hit his face, and he suddenly woke up: will it be too impulsive?

He's a politician, is it really worth believing?

Before he could look back, he had already hugged her, and the sea was about to sink into his chest. His arms are bent and strong, and the faint body temperature shines through, and the bottom of the painting floor is clear. In a thought, the heart has already swayed. I have never been so willful, and today I will be willful, so what?

Obviously it was cold under the water, but he hugged her waist, but it was like a banquet with fragrant clothes and temples and flowers. When he was staggered, he stared at her, and somewhere in his heart there was a secret feeling, the slightest trace of it swam open, spread to his throat, and spit out her ancient poetic name: "Painting the ...... Building"

Before he could say a word, he was submerged by the sea. The bitter taste invades the tip of the tongue, and the taste buds are all salty and fishy before they come back to their senses.

The tanker had been punched a big hole in her strange pistol, and the sea nearly broke the iron gate on the other side, and the two of them were already soaked in water. Her sideburns were all spread out, like a light curl, and the crimson purple cheongsam glowed with silver, reflecting the silkiness of the green silk.

The beautiful scenery of a good day is not as good as the fierce and dazzling style of this moment.

Li Fangjing was stunned, then he hugged her waist, pulled out the water waves, and struggled to paddle towards the water.

Murong Painting Lou didn't know how long it was, she only felt that she was about to suffocate, and finally saw a glimmer of beautiful lights. In the middle of the month, the clear Qionghua shines on the black sea and sparkles. Seabirds return to their nests, the sky is silent, and only the soft sound of white waves chasing sand grains.

Behind them, a giant oil tanker was also silent, and two or three orange rays shone on the surface of the sea.

In the plain light, a wave of water could be broken, and the two figures gradually moved away from the oil tanker and disappeared into the boundless water.

When I went ashore, I realized that it was a beach in the southwest, which was far from the pier, and the road was desolate and dim. The two of them hugged the moonlight on their bodies, as if they were covered with a veil of fog. Murong Hualou seemed to be extremely tired, her steps staggered slightly, Li Fangjing was afraid that there were pursuers behind him, so he simply hugged her whole person in his arms and held her hostage to move forward quickly.

Her cheongsam was close-fitting, almost transparent, and her curvaceous and soft waist was in the crook of his arm, like a piece of tapestry, more like a clear spring, cool and yin, slowly flowing through his arm and accompanying his waist. I don't know why, he suddenly remembered the peach blossom brew, with a fragrance in the scorching, wisps of it invaded the heart, and filled the limbs with hundreds of remains.

"Painting Building, you hold on for a while, walk to the east for about half an hour, and you can reach the western suburbs. My family has a garden there, and we will be safe......" Li Fangjing couldn't help but worry when he saw that her body seemed to be getting softer and softer.

As everyone knows, she didn't do it because of this.

She was soaking wet, and the midsummer night breeze was also slightly cool, but his warmth held her together. tried his best to restrain himself, but his heart was still beating very quickly, as if someone was beside his heart, dancing a tambourine. His body was unconsciously soft, and he stumbled and was misunderstood by him.

Her ears were hot, and she nodded obediently, "I can hold on to ......"

The moonlight is obscure, and there are shadows all around. It seemed to hear some uncertain sound, like his heartbeat. The plain night, covering the embarrassment for a moment, is ambiguous like water, and the sleeves are lightly raised, teasing in the hurried footsteps.

Finally, there was a dim light in the distance.

Moths frolicked under the street lamps, and gradually they could see the house.

Murong Painting Lou and Li Fangjing both breathed a sigh of relief. From the very beginning, he was planning how to escape from this ghost gate, but in the end, he didn't expect it, but he used such a method.

Her eyebrows and eyes became more and more blurred.