Chapter 701

"Where's Yuanbao?"

Song Xi can't feel that she is talking. She only hears the familiar and strange trembling sound. She is afraid. She thought she could bear any kind of result, but now she understands that she is not as strong as she imagined. She wants them to live.

She was lying in the car, looking up at Georges Sheng outside the car. Maybe it was God's pity. Maybe Georges Sheng saw the panic and helplessness in her eyes. He opened his thin lips and said in a voice, "he's in the back. He's shot. I hurt my leg and can't move his back. You come down and drive a car behind me to pick him up."

Song Xi Leng for three seconds to react, George Sheng means, Yuanbao is not dead?

His legs were weak, and Song Xi almost fell from the car, especially his first foot on the ground, and almost knelt down.

George Sheng was shot in his leg, but he still grabbed Song Xi's arm and picked her up. Song Xi secretly bit the soft meat in her mouth. The tingling and bloody smell made her wake up. Now is not the time to be weak.

Song Xi takes advantage of the situation to wrap his arm around his shoulder and walk back with his waist. There is a distance of more than ten meters between the two cars. Every step George Sheng takes, there will be a shallow blood footprint on the ground, but Song Xi can't cry because Yu Guang glimpses the bodies on the ground, some of them are enemies, some of them are his own.

She was a doctor. When she was in school, she was used to seeing corpses specially used for autopsy. After work, she would often watch the process of life from fresh to death. But this was the first time that she witnessed the gunfight, the tragedy, the desperate efforts of her lover and friends, but she was helpless.

After walking for a long time, Song Xi helped George Sheng to the front of the co driver. He hurt his left leg. God knows how painful it would be for him to bend his knees and stoop. Even Song Xi was worried. But he didn't say a word, except that his action was a little slower than usual and his face turned pale, He used his self-control to bring weakness down to the extreme.

Song Xi closes the car door for him, runs to the driver's seat and starts the car skillfully. Georges Sheng shows her the way. She drives the car down to the forest on the right side, but it's only ten or twenty seconds before it can't move forward. Song Xi asks, "where's Yuanbao?"

George Sheng said, "you wait for me in the car."

After that, he opened the car door, stepped down quickly with his right leg, and then stooped to stand up. When his left leg fell to the ground, he frowned slightly.

He just bit his teeth and walked forward two steps. He only heard the sound of opening and closing the door behind him. Then he turned his head. Song Xi had already run over. She didn't look at him at all. She just got under his arm and tried to reduce the weight of his left leg as much as possible. She said in a voice, "let's go."

George Sheng wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

After entering the woods, they walked dozens of meters. There was no light here. It was all illuminated by Song Xi's mobile phone. When Song Xi saw the body for the first time, she was scared and didn't shout. The second time, she would not stop.

She wants to thank her career in the bottom of her heart. If she is a normal person, even if a man sees this scene, she will be scared and her legs will soften.

At the end of June, the night in the city is also very sultry. Song Xi walks along with Georges Sheng. She is sweating, but she can't wipe it. The sweat drops on her eyelashes. She blinks and lets it fall.

In this way, he walked in the woods with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Finally, a weak but familiar voice came from not far ahead: "brother Sheng..."

Song Xi had goose bumps all over his body, and his heart responded: Yuanbao!

George Sheng also said, "it's me."

Song Xi used his flashlight to shine forward, and the faint light showed the man under the tree. He sat there with his right leg bent and his right hand on his knee. The black barrel of the gun hung down weakly. The white shirt was tied tightly by a black dress, but the hem and shoulder were covered with blood, and his leg was shot, Tied by another black dress, two enemies fell not far away, both of whom were stripped of their coats.

When he came near, Georges Sheng let Song Xi go and bent down to lift the paper-colored Yuan Bao. Song Xi said in a voice, "go to the left."

Georges Sheng is injured in her left leg. If she stands on the right side and holds Yuanbao, her weight is bound to be on her left leg. At this moment, her reason and profession are all back.

Two people hold up Yuanbao left and right. Before Song Xi, he felt that Georges Sheng's face turned white. He didn't see Yuanbao. He seemed to have been drained of blood. His face was as white as a vampire.

Yuanbao also hurt his left leg. When he got up, he bit his teeth and exhausted his last strength, trying to lighten the burden on Georges Sheng and Song Xi. Song Xi felt his idea and said, "it's ok..."

As the voice falls, Yuanbao's black clothes fall to the ground. She looks aside and tears almost burst into her eyes. Song Xi will never forget this picture. Can a normal person imagine that a white shirt can be dyed red from her chest?

Before he was wearing black clothes, Song Xi thought that it was only part of where she was shot, but until now she suddenly realized that she had been shot too many times. There was no way but to block it all with one piece of clothing.

If the gunshot wound avoids the key parts, it won't be killed by one shot. Most of the people killed by gunshot wound are bleeding to death. Song Xi sees this, but is stunned for less than three seconds. He immediately tells George Sheng to hold Yuanbao steady. She bends down to pick up the black clothes on the ground and binds them to Yuanbao again.

When her hand touched the black dress, it was wet, hot and full of blood. Even when she tied it tightly behind his back, she could almost wring blood.

Two people holding Yuanbao go out, a woman, two wounded, midway Yuanbao breathing more and more heavy, like every breath is exhausted all the strength.

Even people who don't speak so much in Georges Sheng always speak to Yuanbao with their teeth clenched. "You hold on to me. When my father used to ask someone to do divination for me, he also did it for you. He said that you'll have a big storm all your life, and you'll never be in danger. At least you can live to 90 years old, and you still have more than 60 years to live."

Yuanbao felt that his head was numb, like running tens of thousands of meters in a row, suffering from lack of oxygen and suffocation, less air in and more air out. But he still tried to lift his lips. A smile appeared on his pale face, and he whispered back intermittently: "ninety... It's too long. Why do you live so long? It's not interesting... "

George Sheng said, "if you say it's boring, it's boring? If I want to live that long, you have to live that long! "

When Song Xi opened the back door and pushed him in with George Sheng, she said in a voice, "Yuanbao, you won't die. I'm here. As long as you have breath, I'll make you live to ninety-nine..."