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He didn't know why, but whenever he thought of the woman he hated the most being willing to become another man's woman, a raging fire would burn in his chest. He was so angry that he wanted to kill someone!

Warm was so frightened by Ihao's terrifying appearance that she stood rooted to the spot, unable to recover for a long time. After she regained her senses, she hurried forward to help Yi Hao prepare to leave as soon as possible.

After all, they had only half an hour to escape, and with such a short period of time, and with the tranquilizer bullets, their chances of escape were getting smaller and smaller, to say the least.

If they didn't buy time, their chances of escaping would probably be negative.

However, it was as if Yi Hao had steeled his heart not to leave after hearing the answer. He pushed her away and shouted angrily, "Calm down! I'm telling you, I don't want you to protect me, nor do I need you to save me in such a despicable way!"

With that, Ihao turned and walked back to the house.

He must be crazy, or how could he be so angry that she was going to be another man's woman?

He must be crazy. Otherwise, how could this woman, who had nothing to do with him, be so angry that she wanted to explode and kill him? Want to go back and find the man and tell him that the agreement they just made didn't work?

Warmth, who had been pushed so hard by Ihao, staggered and fell heavily to the side. If it weren't for the support of the tree, perhaps she would have already fallen to the ground in a sorry state.

She looked at that man who was clearly lacking in strength, yet still had to turn back. She was so anxious that she almost wanted to cry.

What did this "sick" man want to do? What had made him unhappy?

Why was he always angry with her?

Was he not satisfied with her taking him away? You'd be happy if you ran back to your own death?

She was like a mule with good intentions!

He stared at the back of Ihao's furious figure as he stormed back. He was so angry that he burst into tears. There really was something wrong with her brain. His life or death had nothing to do with her, why did she have to follow behind him like a punching bag and allow him to vent his temper, yet she didn't even dare to say a single word?

If she was smart enough to choose the second option, her miserable life would come to an end today. If she guessed correctly, the man's second condition was to have her be his woman, and he promised to save Leng Kui for her.

There must be something wrong with her brain for her to foolishly choose the first option.

He had wanted to ignore him, but some memories that shouldn't have appeared came back to him at this very moment.

Warmth gritted his teeth and ran forward quickly to help Yi Hao, who was about to fall down.

"Young Master, can you stop messing around?" We only have half an hour to run for our lives, and this is already a short time. If we do not leave now, we will both die! " Warm Eyes red, he patiently explained.

After listening to her explanation, Yi Hao looked at her with a complicated gaze. After a long time, he asked, "What did he tell you just now? And what did you promise him? " He had to believe that the man would let them go without any conditions, unless the sun rose in the west tomorrow.

"Nothing! "He said, we can let you and me go, but we only have half an hour to escape. If we get caught by him again, we will both die a horrible death!" She struggled to support him, and dragged him quickly away.

He looked down in disbelief at the woman who was holding him up, tears still on her eyelashes. He suddenly had a feeling that he had never felt before.

He stopped being emotional and headed towards the north end of the forest as fast as he could.

However, on the way back, he couldn't help but ask, "Hot and cold, why didn't you choose the second choice?"

As a man, the way that man looked at her, even if he wasn't able to guess what the second option was, especially since he had been in love with her for so many years.

Hearing Ihao's question, her warm footsteps paused for a moment. However, it was only a second, and she immediately regained her expression from before. She supported Ihao and bit her lip. "You are my young master, and my father is still in your hands. If you died, I would never see him again without your permission …"

"Moreover, our Leng Clan owes you so much …" The sound of her voice was getting softer and softer, until she could barely hear herself anymore. She had merely come up with a few convincing excuses.

It was because she couldn't tell him that she would do this because she still had him in her heart, and she couldn't let him go.

If she admitted that she still liked him, as he had said, her miserable fate would truly begin.

She did not want to live such a miserable life. When a woman was facing the torture of her beloved man, what kind of cruel torture would this be? No one was spared from physical or mental harm. Even if she was destined to live such a miserable life, she would not let him know that she still liked him.

She had to keep a bit of it. Even if it was just a little bit of self-respect, she would do everything she could to keep it.

Hearing such warm words, Yi Hao's heart couldn't help but sink. He lowered his head to look at the woman who was supporting him, but he could not find any emotion in her words. He smiled coldly.

What was wrong with him? She clearly knew that she had never liked him, so why was she still subconsciously expecting something?

Heh ~, this was too ridiculous!

Didn't they say that they couldn't fall in love with each other? Whoever falls in love first is destined to become a tragedy. Ten years ago, he had been a tragic man. He would not let his own tragedy happen again.

With that thought, Yi Hao's eyes were filled with the usual coldness and indifference.

The sky gradually darkened.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, it began to drizzle and the warmth of his body was becoming more and more overdrawn.

As he passed a dead tree in the middle of the path, his warm feet were too heavy and he fell down heavily.

When Yi Hao saw this, he quickly squatted down. He turned around and asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Warmth could not help but gasp. She raised her hand in pain, but when she removed the leaves that stuck to her palm, she discovered that her palm had been grinded by a large piece of skin.

Seeing the blood on his warm palms, Ihao frowned, tore off his shirt, and carefully and gently bandaged the wound.

"Does it hurt?" Ihao asked in a low voice after the dressing was over done.

Hearing the soft voice, which had lost its coldness and was not deliberately inflexible, she felt a little absent-minded. Although her voice had always been pleasant to hear, deep and magnetic, she had never felt that it was as good as it was now.

She couldn't help but open her big, watery eyes as she watched Yi Hao fall into a trance.

Ihao felt her gaze and lifted his lips slightly. He didn't raise his eyes to look at her, because he knew that if he were to raise his head and look at her now, he would definitely frighten her so much that she wouldn't dare to look at him anymore. He didn't know why, whether it was ten years ago or ten years later, he liked her to look at him. Her eyes were only filled with him, no one else.

"Is your foot okay?" Yi Hao frowned and asked.

She shook her head, got up from the ground, and prepared to continue walking.

However, just as she stood up, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around in alarm and saw three men in black with guns pointed at her. They were ready to shoot.

Seeing this scene, Warmth couldn't help but widen his eyes in fright. At the same time, he forgot to dodge and just stared straight at them.

When Yi Hao, who had been squatting on the floor, saw this, his eyes darkened. He saw that the three of them were holding onto their guns and were about to run towards the warm air. He grabbed a few rocks from the ground and shot them towards them accurately.

For the past ten years, in order to improve his shooting skills, he had learned anything related to shooting. Furthermore, as long as he could help improve his shooting, he would train with it everyday, even more so when he had nothing to do with things like shooting darts.

In the instant the black-clothed men shot, a stone smashed into the backs of their hands, and the guns in their hands fell to the ground.

However, one of them had already fired a bullet from his gun, causing a loud "Bang ~" sound. Because his hands were shaking, the bullet hit a nearby tree.

Hearing the gunshot, Warmth screamed out in fear and instinctively hugged his head before squatting down. Body.

Yi Hao glanced at her and found that she was alright. He then stood up and quickly ran towards the three men. After two hours of adjustment, his body had finally fallen into a deep slumber. The anesthetic had begun to dissipate. Although, he still felt slightly uncomfortable. His body didn't have any strength, but it was much better than before.

He picked up a gun from the ground, ran over to Warm Snow, and took her by the hand.

The rain was getting heavier and the sky was getting darker.

The gunshots just now had alerted the men in black who were searching for them. Yi Hao had killed a few of them with his gun, but after realizing that there were no more bullets, he threw them away angrily.

After a few rounds with men in black who looked like guerrilla warfare, Ihao was already exhausted.

Let's not talk about him first. The anesthetic in his body had yet to completely disappear. He was already able to stand up after taking two shots from his body, and he hadn't even lasted that long when he was already challenging his limit. It was limited.

He could no longer run.

He held onto a large tree, gasping for breath. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was raining harder …

His hair and the clothes he wore were all wet.

After a moment of silence, he was about to say something, but then he heard footsteps coming from not too far away. He held his warm hands and quickly ran into the depths of the forest.

"There they are!"

"Chase!" The boss has given the order to take their lives! "

The voice of one of the men in black sounded in the dark woods.

He couldn't run with the warmth, and he also felt that his own wasn't going to work, so when he passed a patch of lush grass, he stopped short, thought for a second, then took it and jumped into the lush grass.

Warmth was frightened by the sudden change. Surrounded by thorny plants, she could not help but scream. But Ihao seemed to have sensed that she was going to scream, and he quickly covered her mouth with his hand.

"Shh —" Yi Hao shut his mouth towards Warmth.

Warmth nodded in understanding, and her screams were stuffed back into her stomach by the palm of Ihao's hand.

She blinked her big round eyes as she watched the man in black pass by them on the grass. She held her breath, but she was still trembling with fear at how close she was to the man in black.

If either of them made the slightest sound, they would be dead on the spot before either of them could react.

Warmth watched them run off into the distance. The wind they brought with them moved the grass where they were hidden, and she gripped Iowa's hand in fear.

Feeling the grip on his hand growing stronger, Yi Hao frowned. He turned his head slightly to look at the terrified woman, and he could even faintly feel her trembling. He reached out and grabbed her. She entered his embrace and hugged him tightly.

He could understand why she was so scared. The missy who was protected by Leng Kui so much that she didn't even dare to sting a mosquito, had never encountered such a situation before. The missy who was protected by Leng Kui so much that she didn't even dare to sting a mosquito, had never encountered such a situation before.

Ihao reached out and patted her gently on the back as a comfort.

As for the warmth and coolness of her head against his chest and the smell she was so familiar with, the horror in her heart slowly dissipated. She reached out and clutched the hem of Ihao's shirt, but as her breathing quickened, she smelled a faint trace of blood. The smell of blood.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. In the dim light, she could see that his white shirt was almost soaked with blood.

Seeing the blood, only then did Warmth remember that Yi Hao had been shot twice. Panicking, she raised her head to look at Yi Hao in fear, and then asked worriedly, "Young Master, you … You've lost a lot of blood! "

Not long after the men left, Yi Hao heard their warm reminders and frowned as he glanced at his chest. At the same time, he raised his eyes to look at the woman who looked surprised. He couldn't help but want to roll his eyes at her. Move.

Could it be that she didn't know he had been shot twice?

Yi Hao rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. He just led her out of the bush and found a path that was the opposite of the black clothed man's path.

When she saw that Ihao didn't say anything, and recalled the blood that still stood out against the darkness, she couldn't help but feel worried.

"Young Master, your wounds are bleeding!" He looked up at Ihao, hoping he'd find a way to fix his wound first.

One had to know that he, Yi Hao, was made of flesh and blood. If he lost too much blood, he would die.

The rain got heavier and heavier, from a light drizzle, it slowly turned into a heavy downpour, finally to a heavy downpour.

She looked up at him, hoping to see the answer on his face, but the rain was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes open.

He didn't speak, but led her forward at their fastest speed.

This woman was really long-winded. Wasn't it about time to shut up and conserve as much energy as possible? Why is it so noisy? Didn't she know that he hated noisy women?

"Young master, what should we do? Your wounds are bleeding. Will you die?" Hearing Yi Hao's silence, Warmth thought that he wouldn't be able to find a way to stop the bleeding. He became anxious and started to cry from fear.

"It's warm and cold. Can you shut up now and hurry on your way?" Ihao couldn't stand the nagging woman behind him. He stopped and shouted, "If you don't hurry up and kick her out, my blood will run dry!"

Yi Hao rolled his eyes, turned around and dragged the woman behind him away in annoyance.

She looked down and let him lead her forward.

Wasn't she worried that something might have happened to him, so she said something extra? Why was he angry again?

What a stingy man.

They did not know how long they had been walking in the woods, but Ihao was growing weaker and weaker. He raised his hand and pressed it against the wound on his chest, trying to prevent himself from bleeding too much.

It seemed like if he didn't find a place to tend to his wounds now, he would die before daybreak.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself not to fall, so he tightened his grip on Warm Hand and strode away.

After walking for more than ten minutes, when he was on the verge of collapsing, he suddenly caught sight of a wooden house not far in front of him.

Overjoyed, Yi Hao gritted his teeth, holding back the pain from his wounds as he said, "There's a wooden house in front of us. Let's go in and take a rest first!"

The rain was so heavy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, but she could still see the wooden house in front of her. She nodded, and seeing that he was beginning to falter, she hurried forward to support him.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Warmth looked up, her eyes straining to see through the rain. She saw him pale, and her heart began to worry.

"I'm fine!" He frowned and looked at the wooden house not far away, "Quick, help me enter!"

"En!" Warmth put Ihao's hand on his shoulder and tried to carry him around, but Ihao was under most of his weight. Warmth was almost crushed when she was on top of him, but she clenched her teeth and insisted on helping him into the cabin.

After kicking open the door to help Yi Hao in, Warm found that although there were only a few big wooden boxes inside, they were still neat. She helped Yi Hao to a corner and sat him down, then groped around the edge of the door for a while until she found the switch.

Warmth turned around and returned to Ihao's side. She wanted to examine his wounds, but the moment she pulled open his clothes, she suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and started whimpering in fear …