Chapter 385

Joe Mianmian's breath can make him relax quickly. It seems to have calming effect, which is more effective than any medicine he has taken before.

Sweet fruit fragrance and light flower fragrance linger in his nose. At this moment, he is in a very relaxed and relaxed state. After closing his eyes for a while, he also goes to sleep.

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That night, with Qiao Mianmian by his side, Mo Yesi had another nightmare.

In the dream, he went back to the day when he was kidnapped.

In the damp and shabby basement, his hands and feet were tied up, his mouth was stuffed with a rag, and his delicate face was covered with dirt, so dirty that he could not see what he was.

He was guarded by a group of ferocious bandits with guns. They only gave him a steamed bun to hang his life every day. The bandits were hostile to the rich. After kidnapping him, they not only gave him a steamed bun to eat every day, but also beat him.

If it wasn't for him to get the ransom, they would probably have killed him.

In the dream, moyesi is like an outsider, looking at him when he was a child, he didn't cry or make noise, waiting for redemption calmly.

Then came the day when Mohist came to redeem him.

Mohist called the police.

When the bandits found out this, the enraged bandits wanted to kill and tear up the ticket.

They hijacked him into the car and drove like hell on the road.

When being chased by the police, a group of people panicked and drove to the cliff.

At that time, it was also his life.

All the kidnappers fell to the bottom of the cliff. When he fell out of the car, a chasing policeman caught him in time and dragged him up.

Just when everyone thought that he was saved and safe, another wave of gangsters rushed over and saw that his accomplice's car fell off the cliff. They were angry and fired at them when they lost their mind.

The policeman who rescued him from the cliff stood in front of him for the first time.

Blocked the strafing bullets for him.

At this time, the dream became a blood red.

A lot of blood came out of the policeman who blocked the bullet for him, and soon all his police uniforms were dyed red.

He opened his eyes, young and handsome face with unwilling and reluctant, motionless in the pool of blood.

After being kidnapped for three days and three nights, Mo Yesi, who had been abused and beaten by the gangsters, never cried, but at the moment when the policeman fell in front of him, tears came out.

This scene became his eternal nightmare.

He looked at the dazzling blood red, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and the sharp pain spread from his heart to his whole body.

He felt almost out of breath.

He watched his life-saving benefactor fall in front of him, and his life went by little by little.

But there's no way.

The feeling of powerlessness made him fall into deep remorse and guilt.

If it wasn't for saving him, the policeman wouldn't have died.

If he was not that weak, he could protect himself.

If

"Moyesi..."

Just as before, when he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up, a soft voice suddenly sounded in his ear. He was worried and worried and called his name: "moyesi, moyesi..."

He felt a soft hand clench his hand and inject a new force into his body.

His cold body warmed up a little.