Chapter 471： The abyss

Chapter 471

As long as she gets into the cruise ship, she will be fainted. As long as she faints, she will notify the police and get the stolen goods.

The plan is so perfect.

How did she escape?

"Why didn't those people chase after her while she was injured?"

"Because Shao Fu arrived in time, there is no way to chase him."

He Yan's expression was a little dazed, so when she saw her classmates being kidnapped and involved herself, Wen Qiao didn't get confused, and could still think of sending Fu Nanli a message? Then he escaped from a dozen mercenaries.

She couldn't help but wonder, is Wen Qiao really just an ordinary college student?

What made her even more distorted was that for her, Fu Nanli was so indifferent and unkind, but for Wen Qiao, it was such a trick and he would come and go.

Isn't Fu Nanli busy?

She was standing, and suddenly felt weak at her feet. She sat on the sofa and covered her face with her hand, "Don't involve us in it."

"No, don't worry."

He Yan smiled and looked at him: "I have always been relieved when you do things."

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Wen Qiao felt that he had dreamed for a long time, but the human dreams were only remembered when they were on the verge of being awake. Most of the other dreams would gradually fade away with chaotic sleep and coma.

She only remembered that she was running non-stop, running in that cruise ship, in the corridor covered with red carpets, and there were many rooms. She looked for each room one by one. It seemed that every room was copied, and all of them were In the same scene, a black mandala is placed in a white glaze vase, the stems are leaking blood, and the pentagram is reflected on the wall, emitting black light.

Every room is the same, every room is the same.

She was panting, sweat all over her forehead.

At the end of the corridor, I saw a teenager in a white shirt, smiling at her.

He entered a room, Wen Qiao rushed over, opened the door, and stepped in

The sky was bright, and the door was an abyss.

Suddenly... Wen Qiao opened his eyes, looking into a white, and Fu Nanli's blush eyes.

The pain spread in an instant, her back hurts, and she was stabbed. At this moment, the anesthesia just disappeared, and it was not time for her to wake up.

After seeing his eyes opened, Fu Nanli was completely relieved.

But seeing that there was no panic in her eyes, no lingering fear in her heart, no matter how annoyed, the first sentence asked: "Does it hurt?"

Wen Qiao used to say that it was okay, with a little injury, it was okay, but this time, she said with a dumb voice: "It hurts."

She finally called out the pain, because it really hurts. The knife went deep nearly three inches. Although it didn't hurt the vital point, the pain was real.

Fu Nanli opened the corner of her hospital gown and saw bright red blood stains on the gauze. It is true to feel distressed and true to anger: "In order to save such an insignificant person, my life is gone, right, Wen Qiao ?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with anger implied, Wen Qiao's face was pale, and there was nothing on his lips. He moved his body for a moment by the anger that came on his face, which happened to be involved in the wound. He couldn't stop groaning and closed his eyes. , The expression is forbearing.

Where is Fu Nanli willing to blame her: "Does it hurt? What did you move?"

This kind of wound cannot be rubbed or touched by rubbing. Young Master Fu can only reach out and grab her hand: "Shall I call the doctor over?"

Wen Qiao shook his head: "It doesn't hurt so much if you don't move."

(End of this chapter)