Businesswomen such as the doctor of the rebirth space

Chapter 352 The Flames of Love (2)
It's just that they can't escape...

Ye Chen's eyes are cold, she hates this kind of person the most, this kind of person who looks down on everyone from the position of God who thinks he is overlooking, and plays with everyone in his hands...

This person never took them seriously!

She touched Zhao Mohan's hand lightly, and she squeezed Zhao Mohan's hand hard...

Zhao Mohan shook his hand back and squeezed her.

The corner of her mouth finally raised a little smile, he understood what she meant... Hei Ying only has one person, and there are two of them, even if Hei Ying has a gun in his hand, as long as one of them restrains Hei Ying, the other can take advantage of it sneak in...

Thinking about it, the two moved silently...

suddenly!

The shadow moved.

She was still standing on the top of the mountain, standing far away.

The gun in his hand was slightly raised.

The red dot aimed at by the sniper rifle returned to the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows.

Ye Chen and Zhao Mohan were instantly nailed to the spot, their hands and feet froze.

The black shadow seemed to be smiling mockingly again!
half an hour.

The wind blew on the top of the mountain, and the dark shadows of the trees swayed and swayed. The fallen leaves rolled up and beat together in the wind, making rustling noises.From time to time, green wolf eyes appeared in the dark forest.

In the distance, it seems that the roar of wild beasts is coming along with the wind——

In the same place, everything was eerily quiet.

dead.

The scorching heat behind them was getting closer and closer, and the ferocious tongue of flames seemed to be curled up to the backs of the two of them, and the hair began to dance without wind because of the heat.

The three of them stood in place like sculptures for a long time, until Ye Chen felt his hands and feet start to go stiff.

The black shadow still didn't pull the trigger!
The red dot was nailed to the center of Ye Chen's eyebrows.

Right between the eyebrows.

No one doubted that if Sombra slipped his hand, the bullet would roar out, blowing Ye Chen's head off on the spot.

Ye Chen quietly moved his stiff wrists and ankles, while making a gesture to Zhao Mohan.

Ready to fight!
For such a long time, the man just stared at her eyebrows, obviously teasing them!

Lenovo's sneer just now.

This person clearly wanted them to get entangled and die!

Besides, even if they don't leave now, the fire coming from behind will turn them into charred corpses.

Rather than burning to death, it is better to give it a go!
"I advise you, it's best not to move, otherwise—"

As if aware of the intentions of the two, the figure of the black figure standing on the top of the mountain became thinner, and her cold words were carried by the breeze.

The last sentence is extremely short and neat, but no one will doubt the threatening meaning in it!

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, ignored him, and just took a step forward.

bump--

Rumbling--

Hang Chi Hang Chi——

The moment the gunshot rang out, a bullet was wrapped in flames, cutting a sharp and threatening straight line in the dark night, blood dripping with indifferent bloodstains.

Scorching heat blew past Ye Chen's nose.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes subconsciously, his hair almost ignited spontaneously, and his face was burning with pain!
laugh--

There was a soft sound, the sound of a bullet hitting the ground.

Ye Chen opened his eyes and followed the sound.

At her feet, five steps away, lay a golden lantern with oil-green leaves, the faint blue brilliance flickering on and off in the thin lantern paper.

In the dark night, it looks like a terrifying banner of evocation.

Next to the lantern, there is a basin-sized earth pit, with wet soil splashed out for a few meters around...

The air is filled with the pungent smell of burning gunpowder, and the faint fragrance of new soil...

Ye Chen's palms were slightly sweaty, and the ground was sticky and wet, and the clothes on the back were tightly attached to the skin, making her want to suffocate due to lack of oxygen.

If Sombra's hand was more than zero ten degrees, her head would become that pit.

torn apart.

Zhao Mohan held her hand tightly, clamping her tightly like pliers.

His palms were also sweaty.

The fingertips were still slightly chilled, like the cold water from a pond in autumn.

She was startled.

How could his hands be so cold!

In his memory, his hands have always been warm and firm, and his fingertips were as warm as body temperature, and he held them tightly, as if he could hold the whole world in his hands.

Ye Chen pushed him away violently and turned behind him.

Blocked by the heavy armor of the general's uniform, she couldn't see his injuries clearly.She gritted her teeth and pulled his clothes down violently.

The ancient clothes were cumbersome, and her hands were trembling now, so she couldn't untie them for a while.

Zhao Mohan pressed hers with a cool hand, and shook his head lightly: "Xiao Chen'er, don't!"

Ye Chen looked up and looked at him.

His lips were extremely white, like the first snow in spring, without the slightest trace of blood.

With cold eyes, she still tugged on his clothes no matter what, her hands were firm and firm, clutching his collar tightly, refusing to let go.

Zhao Mohan smiled wryly, with a hint of helplessness at the corner of his mouth.

If this scene, not at this time...

What a beautiful picture.

wow-

There was a soft sound of the cloth being torn, and Ye Chen was overjoyed.

Ripped off!
She violently scraped off Zhao Mohan's general outfit in three or two strokes, exposing his naked upper body.

He's actually in great shape.

The shoulders are broad and thick, the waist is narrow, the arms are solid and powerful, and the most important thing is the abdominal muscles around the waist. They are not as exaggerated as ordinary athletes, but they are more well-proportioned and have the beauty of strength.

The skin on his body was not as fair as his face, it was dyed by the night, and it was actually covered with a layer of glaze-colored brilliance.

Ye Chen almost shed tears.

His entire back was bloody and bloody, and it was already glued to the clothes. When the clothes were torn off, there was a soft sound of skin and flesh peeling off.

He never said a word.

On his shoulder was a thin wooden pole half an arm long, which went through his arm. The brown wooden pole had been stained black by blood.

The end of the wooden pole was still bleeding drop by drop.

The thick blood fell, almost piercing a thin hole in the night.

The night wind was a little bit cooler.

She sniffed, her voice was a little hoarse, but still firm.

He reached out his hand and reached under Zhao Mohan, making a gesture to pull his pants!
Zhao Mohan grabbed her hand almost instantly, bent over, and said in a somewhat embarrassed voice, "Xiao Chen'er, don't!"

Ye Chen paused.

She realized what she had done... Silently withdrew her hand, lowered her head, her face was slightly hot, but her voice was well concealed: "Is there any injury on your leg?"

(End of this chapter)