Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The blood was all over the floor and she couldn't see who it really belonged to. The black shirt on Ink View's body couldn't see the color of the blood, but she knew he had just been wounded.

And badly wounded.

Each place behind the barrel was stiff and sharp, and his back and his head must have been scratched.

Behind this cabin, on a narrow, damp land, two people fell to the ground and fell into silence.

The warm clothes of the season had a collar with elastic straps at the shoulders. When they were torn off, they were not torn. Mo Jingdeep dragged the clothes on her shoulders heavily upwards. She took her whole person into her arms without a word and held her severely.

It's tough, really tough.

Almost as soon as the two men fell, a noise erupted in front of them, and the helicopter finally tightened its siege and, as Mo Jingshen said, many things had already been dropped.

Mojing opened the season deep and warm, but held her wrist and dragged her to a place where she wouldn't be hit by a smoke bomb.

Mo Jing deeply held her dead, didn't say a word, didn't look at her again, only heavily dragged her back to the forest, almost burned the seasonal warmth to the skin almost crumbling hands, codified pain to the heart door.

But the season was warm and silent, and she knew the pain was painful, but he had just witnessed the pain when he was almost insulted by being pressed under his body.

Nor did Seasonal Warm say to lighten him up.

She knew that the man who had always had reason had lost his mind by now.

She followed him quietly, there was this man in front of her, and there was his breath in her nose, so long as he was still there, everything was not difficult for her.

Behind him, she didn't know what to say, because he seemed to be lit up all over the place, and some of her retreats didn't know how to fool him, and she couldn't even say “I'm really fine”.

She's really never seen Mo Jing Deep like this.

He was able to resist, he was able to escape, but he didn't resist, he threw a gun, he'd rather be shot than risk being shot himself at any time, for what?

To protect her, of course.

But she couldn't hide. Instead of standing in the grass and watching him get his head pointed at by a gun, she had to rush out.

Live and die together?

She didn't think about it.

All she knew was that he was Mo Jingshen, that he was her husband, that his man, that he was the father of the child in her belly, that she had been a bright light guiding her in the direction of Kangzhuang Avenue for two generations.

He can't be okay.

Walked all the way to Meereen, and neither of them said a word.

Smoke bombs began to drop, and those completely surrounded fled. Seasonal warmth placed the cloth, which was still somewhat wet, in the nostrils, and then turned to the depth of the ink.

She covered her nose. What about him?

“Here we are, they do not release poisonous smoke, a miniature smoke bomb that will not be a problem as long as it is not breathing hard as possible and will only cause panic among these people. But now that you're pregnant, these gases can be avoided if you can smell them.” Instead of looking at her, he openly appeased the question in her heart.

Seeing the warmth of the season and at least knowing to cover your nose at this time, Mo Jingshen's flame gradually calmed down a little, but only a little.

He recovered his mind and grabbed the hand on her wrist and felt some uneven burnt skin in her palm before slowly releasing it, but couldn't bear to look at her eyes, which had already hurt red.

“You stand here.” His tone stopped, and when I got back, the four words said, "I'm not going too far. ”

His voice was so cold that if the warmth of the season went out with him now, he would obviously be out of control.

Seasonal Warm is standing still and not talking.

Mo Jing deeply guarded the last piece of intellect that was about to be burned out, and her silence made him go out without losing much of his mind.

Seasonal warmth stood there, as he had said, motionless, not a single step following.

She saw Mo Jingdeep picking up the gun on the ground, and when he stood up, the season warmth accurately caught him with a flashing stagnation on his face, obviously painful.

His back, his head, where she can't see it, it's all wounded.

Standing in the middle of the forest, looking at the helicopters that were overwhelmed, she squeezed her eyes and couldn't see what was happening in the camp. A little uneasy, but Mo Jingdeep didn't go far. He seemed to have touched all the places in the camp earlier than she did, and he was walking in front of the camp.

Soon after, the helicopter landed in the nearest open space to the season warmth, as if Mojing had long known that this must be the best landing spot, a middle-aged man in an American police uniform quickly disembarked the plane, saw in the direction of the Meilin, saw not deliberately hiding in the season warmth, and walked straight to her with a gun, thinking that she was an accomplice of these people, because she was wearing the white dress of a woman in this place.

“Who are you?” The police looked carefully and seriously at her.

Seawarm opened her mouth, although she had some grey face, but her purely Asian image should not be visible to these people. She raised her hand and rubbed her face, calmly saying in English: “I am Chinese and I am Mo Jingshen's wife. ”

When he heard Mo Jingshen's wife's words, the American police questioned him, but apparently did not believe him.

At this point, the hatch door of a black helicopter landing at the same time in the back opened and Feng Ling rushed down, walking straight this way: "Mrs. Mo! ”

When he heard Feng Ling's voice, the policeman hesitated to lower his gun slowly.

Feng Ling has quickly stepped forward and grabbed Seasonal Warm's hand: “How are you, Mrs. Mo? Sorry we are late, we have been waiting for the rescue of this helicopter. After all, the ambush here is deep. If we do not prepare fully, we will most likely fail, but after these two days, you must have suffered, we...”

Before she was finished, she suddenly lowered her head and looked back at Seasonal Warm's hand. Now she frowned. She couldn't ask too many questions. She pulled Seasonal Warm and went back to the helicopter: “How did her hand get hurt like this? There's a medicine box on the plane. Let me take care of it for you! ”

“I'm fine.” Seasonal warmth was pulled away by Feng Ling, as he turned his eyes towards the direction of Mojing Deep Leaving the camp: “Where is Mojing Deep? ”

“Mr. Mo, it's time to rendezvous with Nan Heng. Don't worry, Nan Heng's plane arrived earlier than ours, and now it's under control. The minefields in this forest are likely to be detonated by those who have fled. You can't smell the smoke when you're pregnant. Hurry up and get on the plane! ”

Season Warm was supposed to go to Mo Jing Deep, but she heard that the nitrogen smoke would hurt the child's health, so she paused. After listening to Feng Ling, she boarded the black helicopter with the XI base logo.