Chapter 1326

Now it's all right. I lost my life.

If there is an afterlife, if he can remember the experience of this life, he will wear bulletproof clothes all the time.

Even if it's a motorcycle, you can wear it.

And the helmets on their faces are the best way to protect themselves.

"Pa pa..."

"Bang Bang..."

The sound of bullets.

And it's getting denser.

The man never thought that so many ploughs would come all of a sudden.

Bai Xianxian saw one of the ploughs, the one she carried her when she came. She still remembered the novelty and fun of sitting on the plough at that time.

But now, after experiencing the baptism of blood, there is only one desire left in her mind. She must leave here alive with Li Lingye.

Otherwise, she would not be reconciled even if she died.

"Go." The plough was getting closer to the shooter.

The gunfire is getting more and more intense.

Li Lingye gives orders weakly.

Then he helped Luo Feng's hand and stood up.

The gunner over there has no spare time to shoot Li Lingye.

But when Li Lingye stands up, Luo Feng blocks the direction of the bullet for the first time.

The motorcyclist endures the abundant pain and Luo Feng helped up the motorcycle together, the white slender nature also took the handle.

The motorcycle starts again.

Four people sat up again.

"What does he do?" Bai Xianxian points to her companion in the pool of blood.

"We'll take care of the aftermath. Kill the man and take revenge on him. Let's go first." At this moment, the first thing to protect is the living, and then the second.

There's one less motorcycle in the snow. It's very stable and fast.

Straight left to Mo Qifan.

The wind is whistling all the time.

The gunner has no time and energy to kill Li Lingye any more.

And he had only one person, and was soon surrounded by people on the plow.

Until the motorcycle stopped, until Mo Qifan hugged Bai Xianxian, she was long relieved.

Looking up at the blue sky, it's beautiful.

There is no gunshot, no attack in the world is the purest, she just hope they leave here also a quiet.

"Li Shao, are you ok?" Big guy has released Mo Qifan and turns to hold Li Lingye.

Li Lingye raised his hand and pointed to the direction of the plane, "go."

As soon as the big man bends over, Luo Feng helps Li Lingye, "Li Shao, this is the land of right and wrong. Let's go as soon as possible."

Li Lingye takes a look at the big man's back, and then at Bai Xianxian and Mo Qifan. He doesn't want Bai Xianxian to get involved again. "Go."

He leaned up and the big man carried him towards the plane.

And at this time, the sun finally came out.

It's a lot warmer.

But they are about to leave this dreamlike beautiful place.

If she had a chance, she would like to do it again.

I don't know if there is such a chance.

Or, no more.

Never again.

Li Lingye leaves.

After the big man carried him on his back, he left.

Go to the plane.

He's in a bad state of mind, and his poison is getting worse.

Now we can only rely on the drugs, and the temperature on the plane makes Li Lingye better.

At this time, Luo Feng's eyes are only Li Lingye, who is getting worse.

He keeps up with the pace of the big man and pays close attention to Li Lingye at the moment of worry.

Mo Qifan also cares about Li Lingye first.

After all, white fiber looks good.

As for the leg hit, at most is trauma, raise a few days point medicine can be good.

White slender looking at a line of four people to the direction of the plane, she did not step up.

Seeing a few people walking out of the five or six steps, she suddenly turned around and rode on the snow motorcycle again.

Then, quietly started the motorcycle.

Then, the snow motorcycle flew south.

At the end of that direction is the sea.

A sea of ice floes.

At any time, ice can condense into a "land" that seems to move and float in the sea.

The sea.

In the past, cognition was boundless.

Only when she got here did she realize that boundlessness was always relative.

It's a marginal sea.

The edge of the sea is such a world of ice and snow.

From immobility, to ice floes, to cold sea water, the distance is long and short.

Long is because one can not see the end, short is because, she knows not far away is floating ice sea.

Riding without hesitation.

From the moment she saw Li Lingye on the big man's back, from the moment she took a deep look at Li Lingye, and from the moment she got on the snowmobile, she told herself never to look back.

All the things she wanted to say, do and look forward to, she told Li Lingye and her father.

Father and Li Lingye are still very close.

Or, if she dies, the world will be better.

Otherwise, she really can't stand the torture of her mother's death.

It's fine now.

No one knows except her.

There will be no quarrel.

Now she finally understood that sentence. Sometimes she didn't know what better meant than knowing.

She really wants to know nothing.

But I heard everything.

It was the cruelest moment of God.

I know. It's her endless sorrow.

At this moment, when riding a snowmobile, all the grief will go.

Fast.

Let go of your own speed.

There is only a light layer of floating snow on the blue ice.

The ice is getting thinner and thinner.

She seemed to see the fish swimming under the ice, swimming freely.

If she goes to the sea, if she becomes a fish, she also wants to swim freely.

But she knew that there were more dangers in the sea.

Let the danger come.

"Slender..."

"White fiber..."

"Little grandma..."

There were shouts.

as one falls.

Right behind you.

It's in the ear.

It's in her head.

She remembered.

Luo Feng, Mo Qifan, Li Lingye.

That, she clearly should have hate, but how also reluctant to kill his man.

Because deep love, you can be desperate for him.

She has no regrets.

The ice is getting thinner.

Fish are more and more comfortable.

Ice and fish in the eye.

The world of snow color is also retreating rapidly, and then retreating again.

"Creak... Creak... Creak..." it was the sound of the ice breaking open.

And broken and open, is one after another of the ice, scattered on the ice, beautiful into a picture.

Beautiful.

The motorcycle leans slightly.

Tilt.

Vertical moment, she touched the temperature of the water.

It's not cold at all.

When the warmth envelops her body, the last voice in her ear is Li Lingye's hoarse "slender.".

She'll remember.

Remember in your mind, from generation to generation.

Motorcycle with her, gently sink.

She closed her eyes, and finally can swim with the fish happily free ups and downs.

Or, no regrets.