Chapter 151: You Are My Gifts

Two lines of tears slipped from his eyes, and he seemed unconscious.

He regained his expressionless appearance.

"If you want to blame it, blame you for your bad luck, you will believe what others say. Since you're here, don't leave my village. ”

He raised his whip and fell down with a thud.

Everyone knew that they couldn't hide at this time, so they had to close their eyes and wait for the expected pain to come.

But no, he threw the whip several times in succession on top of the dirt wall that everyone was holding, just forming a circle.

The lower part of the entire earth wall that was connected to the top began to loosen.

"Ahhh

Everyone fell in terror into the underground space not long after they had escaped.

All the efforts just now were in vain, and two people were injured!

Everyone hurriedly ran to see the wounded, since they couldn't get out now, they couldn't do nothing.

At least the lives of those we are leaving behind must be saved.

Only Meng Simiao was still staring at the person at the entrance of the cave.

He also looked at Meng Simiao, his expression unchanged.

"The boss of SF Bank, right? Not in the future, because you're afraid you won't survive tonight.

In addition, in order to make it easier for you to seek revenge with me below, I can tell you that my name is Min Guyi. You probably won't be able to wait long before you can get revenge on me. ”

After Min Guyi said this, he even smiled at Meng Simiao.

The smile was no longer weird, but with a sense of sincerity.

It was as if everything he said was true.

Meng Simiao couldn't understand and didn't want to understand.

"You're shitting! Who wants to seek revenge against you? Lao Tzu wants to live! Send Lao Tzu out! ”

Meng Simiao's howl was completely useless, he could only watch as Min Guyi used something to seal the entrance of the cave.

The underground gradually lost its light, and became pitch black.

It's like the hope of life is gradually being shattered little by little.

On the way, there was a faint sentence, like what Min Guyi said.

"You don't have to give me any gifts, I don't need gifts, you are my gifts......"

Meng Simiao's eyes were about to roll to the sky.

You've done this to us, and you're expecting us to give you gifts?

Are you sick or am I sick?

You wait, don't let us out, you look good when you go out!

Meng Simiao pointed at the hole that was no longer visible at all, and issued a strong condemnation of his feelings.

Though it is useless, it is cool.

It's a little self-consolation in the worst situation.

Meng Simiao touched his arms, and sure enough, there was a fire breaker.

He opened the fire fold and blew it.

There is finally light in the underground.

"Quick, let's take a look, how are the two wounded? Did everyone bring medicine? Paint them! At least hang your life, and you can be cured after you get out. I have exhausted everything I have to heal them. ”

Meng Simiao waited for a long time and no one responded, and then she felt that something was wrong.

The light of the fire fold is not so intense, and the irradiation range is narrower.

Meng Simiao had no choice but to carry the fire fold and walk past the people around her one by one, and walked next to the two injured people.

At some point, the two injured people were helped to lie down together by an unknown person.

Meng Simiao realized that she hadn't heard their cries of pain for a while.

Meng Simiao couldn't believe it.

He looked at the expressions on everyone's faces.

One by one, their faces are like ashes, like mourning.

Two people were lying on the ground, one with injuries to his hands and the other to his back.

Both of them had twisted limbs, but their faces were peaceful.

All with their eyes closed and their mouths closed.

Meng Simiao faced the uninjured entourage.

"What's wrong with them? Why don't you speak? Doesn't it hurt? ”

Everyone couldn't answer Meng Simiao's sharp and mentally retarded question.

Meng Simiao knelt beside the two of them like crazy, shaking them frantically in an attempt to shake them awake.

"Speak! Speak! Aren't you going to take me out? ”

Meng Simiao just howled frantically, and she couldn't shed a single tear.

The people did not stop him, but listened and waited in silence.

However, Meng Simiao, who was in front of Lu Luoxi, burst into tears.

His voice was hoarse and choked up several times.

"Luo Xi, you don't know, when I turned Ah Wu over, I saw the wound on his back.

It's a long one, blood mixed with dirt, it's disgusting.

I thought that this disgusting wound should have appeared on my body, and I was unscathed, I was so uncomfortable, Luo Xi.

And Arwen, his hands too, the skin and flesh have fallen off, revealing the bones of the hand, Bai Sensen. But how could he die?

I can't figure it out, Ah Wu's wound is big, and there is a lot of dust mixed in it, and it may be gone soon. But Arwen was only hit in the hand, how could he die? ”

Lu Luoxi listened to Meng Simiao's babbling about his doubts, and he was also puzzled in his heart.

"Is it poisoning?"

Meng Simiao suddenly realized something, and immediately stopped her tears.

He slammed his thigh.

"Ah, Meng Simiao, what are you doing?"

Lu Luoxi's hand was raised in an instant, and the "snap" was a slap on Meng Simiao's head.

"Ahh

Meng Simiao covered the place where she was photographed and looked at Lu Luoxi aggrievedly.

Lu Luoxi glanced at him and pinched his ears.

"Meng Simiao! What are you doing with your thighs slapping me properly! It's ticklish, isn't it? Want to be beaten again?

I tell you, don't leave here and rely on your weakness to do something to me! I already have Shen Yangze, it's impossible to think about you anymore! ”

Meng Simiao pursed her lips, as if she had forgotten the sadness just now.

"We're close to each other, so didn't I make a mistake?"

When Lu Luoxi heard this, he immediately took a step away from Meng Simiao, for fear of being touched by Meng Simiao.

Meng Simiao immediately became more aggrieved, wanting to get closer to Lu Luoxi but didn't dare.

Lu Luoxi stared at him.

Hmph, little example, that's what you want.

"What do you think of? Suddenly slap me on the thigh? ”

Meng Simiao hurriedly recovered her positive color.

"It was so dark that I didn't look at it carefully when I was sad. Now that I think about it, the wounds on Awen Awu's body don't seem to be the right color.

It's no wonder that he died so quickly, it should be poisoned! That Min Guyi is really vicious, not to mention killing people with a whip, but he is still poisonous?

Aren't you afraid of accidentally poisoning yourself? ”

Meng Simiao hated and clenched his fists.

Lu Luoxi also felt sorry for Meng Simiao's deceased brother.

She clenched Meng Simiao's fist and patted it comfortingly.

Lu Luoxi looked around, how could he see that there were other people.

She raised her own questions.

"Meng Simiao, what about the rest of the people? Why are you the only one here? They're all home? ”

Meng Simiao's mood that had just gotten better because of being funny with Lu Luoxi instantly fell.

He lowered his head, his tone slow, and he trembled a little.

"They...... They can't go home......"