Chapter 827：

Chapter 827

"Fuck!"

Without traction, a group of people suddenly got confused.

Before entering the water, everyone tied the knot so that the rope would not come off. This would cause the hemp rope to be soaked in the water and it would be impossible to untie it, and all the knives were thrown on the shore.

Everyone realized that they were fooled.

"Fuck your mother, Qiao Yi, come back to Lao Tzu, come back!"

Jiang Haotian was dragged by the people behind him, unable to swim at all, and watched as the guide hugged Joe ashore.

With a dull thunder, the puffed raindrops crackled and hit the water.

The 12 people in the pool stagnated and fluttered indiscriminately. The sound of the rain suppressed their verbal abuse one after another.

Qiao lazily rolled into the arms of the guide, watching all this with cold eyes:

"Just let them go like this?"

The guide pointed to the edge of the pool, and suddenly a few undulating waves appeared, "Don't worry, look."

Qiao stared wide-eyed for a long time, and cried out, "What's that?"

I heard someone in the pool scream, "There is something in the water, there is... in the water!"

Qiao stretched out his head curiously to see, and was pushed by the guide's big hand, his eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

Immediately afterwards, there were screams that did not resemble human screams.

As soon as Joe was frightened, his whole body trembled, and the guide squeezed her into his arms.

The originally black pool was instantly stained with a blush.

The undulating wave lines in the water suddenly appeared a lot, and they rushed to the center of the pond from all directions.

"Help! Help!"

"Help me, I can give you another 100 million!"

Jiang Haotian screamed in horror in the pool, hoping that the guide would be merciful and save his life.

Nevertheless, the guide smiled coldly at him and lifted the human skin mask on his face, revealing his very familiar face under the mask.

It’s not who He Yunting is!

Jiang Haotian frightened and stood in the water, unable to even move his eyes.

He Yunting stared at him horribly, with a sentence written all over his eyes, who touched me, this is the end! Holding Qiao, he turned and walked towards the forest.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

He walked unrelentingly, and in a short while, the rain curtain isolated the tragic howling, leaving only the rustling wind and the ticking rain in his ears.

In fact, as early as when the guide was holding her to avoid the stray bullet, she knew that the guide was He Yunting just by smelling the smell.

It's just that he didn't take off the human skin mask at that time, and he didn't react very strongly to He Yunting's personal rescue.

But it's different now.

The human skin mask is gone. As long as she looks up, she can see He Yunting's perfectly curved chin.

Her man broke into the tiger's den alone, just to save her.

What kind of courage and boldness is this?

Joe boiled.

There was a buzzing blank in my head, just like being stupid.

Let He Yunting hug her for a long way, only to feel the smell.

"I, I can go by myself."

She twisted her body, the legs intertwined with the man's waist were loosened, and she touched the ground intentionally or unintentionally.

She was kind and worried that she was too heavy and tired him.

I didn’t think about it——

"Snapped!"

A loud slap hit her ass, Qiao Yi was immediately stunned, and He Yunting sternly shouted: "Be honest!"

Take off the human skin mask, He Yunting's whole person is upright, and he is no longer the ugly man who squatted.

It's just that when he saw her again, he didn't seem to have the excitement and joy she expected.

Instead, he was full of anger, like a cannon tube that exploded at one point.

Obviously, they are happy to escape from the tiger's den. Why is he so angry?

Joe was puzzled.

No matter what, she couldn't escape without He Yunting.

He is her savior. The savior has a weird temper. What else can she do except bear more?

Within two steps, she slapped He Yunting on the thigh again.

"Hold tight!"

Qiao muttered a savior in his heart, then gritted his teeth and smiled, his legs intertwined again, and he tightened his waist.

In a place she couldn't see, He Yunting picked the corner of his lower lip with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)