Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Cao Qinhua stayed in the city for so long. He really hasn't been to such a place. He sighed and replied, "I don't know. ”

Zhang Jiajia was silent when she heard the words and grabbed her boyfriend's arm tightly. She felt a little restless.

The car drove for half a day and stunned out of this shithole.

Shen Kibai looked up and said, "Looks like we're back where we started. ”

Once said, Zhang Jiajia subconsciously rebutted, “How is this possible? ”

But the next moment, she noticed that there was a broken tree outside, and instantly she felt the cold gushing.

She remembers the tree, exactly as she saw it a while ago, even with the surrounding view.

The bus stopped, and the driver wiped a cold sweat on his forehead, with a pale face, “Oil is gone. ”

“Have we encountered ghosts hitting walls?” Zhang Jiajia felt creepy and couldn't help but stick it to her boyfriend.

Cao Qinhua also felt evil at the door. Though his feet felt a little faint, he calmed down and stood up. “In that case, we can only get out of the car and take a look. ”

The driver replied, “That's it, let's go down first. ”

Seven people added themselves to the car, and Shen Kibai glanced at the little girl sitting quietly in the position and said, "Little friend, it's time for us to go down. ”

The little girl looked a little pale and grabbed the doll in her hand and said, "Are we lost? ”

She looked like she was only seven or eight years old, with a slightly frightened glimmer in her eyes.

Shen Wood White had to reach out a handkerchief, "Yes, we are lost. ”

I'm afraid nobody in the car now understands their situation and thinks they've temporarily lost direction and position.

People got out of the car, two people never spoke, one middle-aged man in the corner and the other a desperate boy.

Zhang Jiajia seemed to know the boy. After noticing the car, he was surprised. “Why are you here? ”

The man named He Yi glanced at her and did not speak.

Zhang Jiajiasheng airway, “Shit, what attitude, at least classmates. ”

Cao Qinhua hastily appeased, “What's wrong with him? You don't know what his character is. ”

Zhang Jiajia snorted coldly and turned around and left.

Shen Kibai held the little girl and asked, "What is your name? ”

“I'm Sunny.” The girl said, holding her hand tight and holding the doll.

When the driver got out of the car, he lit a cigarette and smoked it. He looked back carelessly. When his eyes touched Zhang Jiajia and Cao Qinhua, there was an instant error in the divine color of his face.

Zhang Jiajia didn't notice, still chirping there, “You should check your cell phones for signals, call the police if you have any. ”

The neighborhood is full of weeds, but far away there is an abandoned gazebo. Shen Mubai knew that there could be no such thing as a signal, but he took it out symbolically and looked back, "Mine didn't. ”

The middle-aged man behind the crowd appeared somewhat silent and frightened, holding an old-fashioned cell phone sign, and went on to say, "Mine neither. ”

Zhang Jiajia looked ugly at the last person who didn't answer, “What about you? ”

“Do you think mine would be if nobody else did?” Why didn't you just say something salty?