Ace Reborn: The Pampered Wife

Chapter 224 Qianheng is Here
Uncle Ming followed the voice and looked back.

I saw a man in white, driving a snowmobile, coming directly towards him.

He had seen this car before. It belonged to the Institute of Polar Sciences.

Only this kind of special snowmobile is enough to roll in the snow.

Is it someone from the research institute?
Uncle Ming couldn't help watching until the man drove closer and closer to him, finally stopped beside him and got out of the car.

The man got out of the car and walked towards Uncle Ming.

Only now did Uncle Ming see clearly that this man's pupils turned out to be dark blue.

He was wearing white clothes again, and he was standing in the middle of the snow.

And his skin is so white.

Against the backdrop, the sapphire blue pupils seemed so dazzling.

Eye-catching.

Uncle Ming couldn't help but look at him twice.

He came over and asked directly, "Where is Ye Qingkuang?"

Very direct, very cold voice.

Uncle Ming was stunned for a moment, so he wasn't from the research institute? He was Xiao Kuang's friend?
Uncle Ming immediately shook his head, "I don't know, I'm still looking for it. Xiao Kuang and Xiao Huo disappeared after they came down from the top of the mountain."

Qianheng's face immediately changed slightly, and then he turned his head and went back into the car, took out a laptop, sat directly on the snow with his legs crossed, and placed the computer.

What is this doing?
Shouldn't you be looking for someone with him?

Uncle Ming looked over curiously.

The person's computer screen was divided into two interfaces.

One was full of various codes, and because he kept typing on the keyboard, the codes on it moved quickly.

On the other interface is something like a map. Uncle Ming can't understand it. He can only see countless red dots flashing on it, and the terrain distribution seems to be like a map.

This man has been sitting on the snow, typing on the keyboard, with a serious and focused expression.

After a while, Uncle Ming couldn't help it, and asked curiously, "Little brother, where are you?"

...

No one cares about him.

Uncle Ming stroked his beard embarrassingly, and sighed.

It seems that there is no hope, so he should continue to look for it.

Uncle Ming picked up the stick on the ground, patted the snow on his body, and walked forward again.

While walking, shouting loudly.

"Little Huo! Little Crazy! Where are you guys!"

"Can you hear me?!"

"Can you answer me!"

"Little Fire! Little Crazy!"

"Stop shouting!"

Uncle Ming had just walked a few meters away when he was suddenly frightened by Qianheng's roar and stopped in his tracks.

He didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to open his mouth.

He turned his head and looked at Qianheng with a dazed face.

Qianheng looked at him with a blank expression: "You just stay here quietly."

"Oh…"

Although I don't know why he arranged it this way...

But Uncle Ming felt that maybe he could really find Sheng Yanhuo and Ye Qingkuang.

After all...Ye Qingkuang said before that her friends are waiting on the shore and will come to help at any time.

Thinking about it, this should be the friend she came to support.

Otherwise, with his own strength, if the two of them were buried in snow on such a large mountain, he would really have no way of finding it.

We can only wait and see what this man is capable of.

Uncle Ming thought it through, and returned to Qianheng's side, quietly looking at his computer screen.

I saw that as the codes he typed continued to change, the map on the right interface continued to shrink and shrink.

Slowly, it narrowed down to the topographic map of the polar regions.

Keep zooming out...

Uncle Ming's eyes widened.

What kind of magical operation is this?
The map is still shrinking.

slowly…

Shrunk down to the top of the mountain...

That is obviously the landform map of the top of the mountain!
At this time, a green dot lit up on it...

"Yes!" Qianheng patted his legs, stood up holding the computer.

"Walk."

"Oh..." Uncle Ming foolishly followed, feeling extremely shocked.

Now the level of science and technology outside has reached such a high level.

It seems that he has been huddled in this polar region, and he has really become a frog at the bottom of a well.

"Drip..."

"Drip..."

The sound of "Didi" came continuously.

It was faint at first.

As the two got closer to the green dot on the map, the voice of "Didi" became louder.

"Here we are." Qianheng looked at the computer screen, and then at the very unremarkable snow in front of him.

The map shows that Ye Qingkuang is right below.

And, this location.

The sound from the locator she was wearing was the loudest.

Obviously, people are buried under this.

Qian Heng had no time to think about how long Ye Qingkuang had been buried, so he threw the computer aside, then lay down on the ground, digging with both hands.

Seeing this, Uncle Ming quickly got down on the ground and dug with Qianheng.

Qianheng looked expressionless, his expression was always cold, but in fact, his movements clearly revealed the anxiety and urgency in his heart.

He kept digging mechanically as if he didn't know he was tired, and his speed didn't drop by half.

In a few minutes, the snow behind him piled up into a small snow mound.

Uncle Ming raised his eyes and looked at him. The man didn't speak, but kept a cold face. He didn't know he was tired, and kept digging, and the speed was still getting faster.

For a moment, Uncle Ming didn't seem to dare to slack off anymore. Although his hands were already sore and weak, he continued to dig along with Qianheng, and kept digging, all supported by his willpower.

While digging, Qianheng seemed to feel that the speed was not enough, so he took off the gloves on his hand and started directly.

"Your hands will get frostbitten like this!"

Uncle Ming kindly reminded me.

The man took off his gloves, and his fingers were too good-looking, white and slender, very similar to hands playing a piano or a musical instrument.

Not to mention whether he needs to make musical instruments or rely on this hand for food.

This is the extreme...

Even if you don't wear gloves or do anything, you will turn purple and red from the cold.

But not only did he not wear gloves, but he also let his palms directly touch the bone-ice snow.

Isn't it obvious that he doesn't want his own hands?

He understands that this brother may be eager to save people...

but…

So desperate... When Xiao Kuang Xiaohuo was rescued, how guilty I would be...

Qianheng continued digging crazily as if he didn't hear Uncle Ming's words.

Digging is faster due to the absence of gloves.

soon…

The two of them dug out Ye Qingkuang's backpack.

"It's Xiaokuang's bag!"

Uncle Ming happily took out the bag, and then kept shouting into it: "Little Huo, Xiao Kuang, are you two okay?"

"Little Fire! Little Crazy!"

No one responded.

The two dug harder...

In a few minutes...

Finally, I finally saw the clothes of the two of them.

Then dig...

People finally came out.

Sheng Yanhuo was lying down with her eyes closed, and Ye Qingkuang was lying in her arms.

Both of them were covered in snow.

On the eyes, on the eyebrows, on the lips.

The whole body is cold.

Qianheng's heart tightened, and he immediately hugged Ye Qingkuang, then rushed back regardless.

"Hey! Wait! There's still Xiaohuo!"

Seeing that Qianheng had already run away, Uncle Ming hurriedly pulled Sheng Yanhuo out, gathered his old bones, carried Sheng Yanhuo on his back, and chased after Qianheng humming.

Qian Heng took Ye Qingkuang into the car in one breath, then wrapped her in a blanket, and pressed his face against hers.

He kept saying: "Kang, hold on, hold on, I'll take you away right away."

"Hey! Don't go! Hey!"

Uncle Ming ran over with all his might, only to see Qian Heng driving away.

Just leave him with a car ass.

With Sheng Fireworks on his back, Uncle Ming rolled his eyes speechlessly, "What kind of friend is this? Just ignore Xiao Kuang, don't care about us Xiao Huo?"

Uncle Ming sighed, but had no choice but to walk back to the igloo on foot with the fireworks on his back.

Suddenly, another rumbling sound came.

Uncle Ming thought it was the man who came back to pick them up, and looked over in surprise.

It still says the snowmobile of the Institute of Science, but the driver has changed.

Song Mo parked the car next to Uncle Ming, saw the familiar face behind him, his heart tightened, and he asked directly, "Uncle, have you seen the girl who is with the boy behind you?"

"Are you saying Ye Qing is crazy?" Uncle Ming asked.

"Yes!" Song Mo nodded in surprise.

"She was picked up by a man."

"A man?" Song Mo frowned, "Is she okay?"

"It should be fine. They were dug out by us not long after they were buried. I saw the situation of Xiaohuo. It was just a coma caused by the drop in body temperature. Go back and take a hot bath for him. It should be fine. Xiaokuang was buried That person was taken away, and I didn't have time to see the situation."

"That person... who is it?" Song Mo frowned even tighter.

He sent Ye Qing crazy signals, but she never responded.

He can't be relieved all the time.

In addition, he found out that there was an avalanche on the top of the mountain.

I'm afraid that something will happen to Ye Qingkuang.

So he thought of a way, went to the research institute to get a car, and drove over in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, I heard the news that Ye Qingkuang was taken away by another man?
At this moment, Song Mo stared at Uncle Ming closely.

Waiting for his answer.

Uncle Ming thought for a while, then frowned and said, "That man doesn't talk much, and he doesn't talk to me, and I don't know who he is...but his eyeballs are blue."

"I see!" Song Mo immediately pulled the handbrake off, and then started to turn around.

All he could think about was to snatch Ye Qingkuang back from Qian Heng.

"Hey! Don't go! Bring my little fire!"

Song Mo frowned and immediately stepped on the brakes.

If Ye Qingkuang knew that he didn't rescue Sheng Yanhuo, he would definitely blame him.

never mind…

Song Mo frowned and shouted at Uncle Ming, "Come up quickly!"

The voice was urgent.

An extra second of delay might have caused Qianheng to run away.

Absolutely...absolutely not...

With that person's perverted personality, Ye Qingkuang must not be allowed to fall into his hands.

no way…

Song Mo took out the tracker to send a message while driving the car.

Then keep rushing to the shore.

After rushing to the shore, he stopped the car and strode towards Zhuo Yan: "Did you see Qian Heng bringing Qing Kuang over?"

"No." Zhuo Yan frowned, with an anxious expression on his face, "After receiving your news, I sent people to search around, and I also guarded the shore, but I didn't even see a ghost."

"Damn it!" Song Mo threw the gloves to the ground angrily.

"By the way!" Zhuo Yan's eyes lit up, "Isn't there a locator? Let's find out where the boss is located?"

"It's useless!" Song Mo said with a serious face, "The position of the locator has not changed since an hour ago. It should be that he took off the boss' locator and threw it away."

"What a chicken thief! It's grandma's!"

"Boss!" The two were discussing, while Uncle Ming managed to help Sheng Yanhuo down.

The old dragon saw it at a glance, and hurried over to greet him.

"What's wrong with my boss?" He looked at Uncle Ming eagerly.

"It should be injured. I don't know where he is injured."

"Hurry up and help him get on the plane! I'll take him back!"

"it is good!"

The two quickly helped Sheng Yanhuo onto the plane, and Lao Long drove away in a helicopter.

Zhuo Yan watched the plane rise slowly, and asked in a muttered voice, "How does this man take care of my boss? He is doing well on his own, and came back safe and sound, but my boss is gone."

Zhuo Yan muttered, then cast a sidelong glance at Song Mo.

"You shouldn't have brought him back! This way you can have one less rival in love!"

Song Mo gave him a gouged look, his face was very gloomy.

At this time, he didn't care about these at all.

It's also a matter of love rivals not love enemies.

He didn't care who Ye Qing wanted to be with.

His greatest wish was that she be safe and sound.

Zhuo Yan saw that Song Mo's expression was not good, so he didn't dare to continue talking.

"Mo, what should we do now?"

Song Mo walked back and forth for a few steps, thought for a while, and then said: "Let's go, with Qianheng's personality, he will definitely not let him go. It is a waste of time for us to continue waiting here. After all... we all know... once what did he do…”

"Now let's go back to Death Island and look for Ahen. Maybe he can find out about Qianheng."

"Okay! Go back first!" Zhuo Yan also strode onto the helicopter, and said as he walked, "Fortunately, it's Qianheng, not Fujiyou or something. Although Qianheng is a lunatic, but with his feelings for our boss , I wouldn’t do anything to hurt the boss even if I think about it, the boss should have no safety issues.”

"No." Song Mo shook his head.

"you do not understand."

When you love someone to the limit.

may…

Crazy things, are out of control...

Zhuo Yan looked at Song Mo with a gloomy and worried expression, and only shook his head.

Although he was also worried about Boss Kuang, he was probably different from Song Mo.

His feelings for Ye Qingkuang were known by the whole West Island.

Now, seeing Song Mo like this, he really couldn't say anything else, so as not to irritate Song Mo and make him even more worried.

Two helicopters returned to the West Island from the polar region one after the other.

As the air conditioner was turned on in the plane, Sheng Yanhuo's body temperature has slowly recovered.

Uncle Ming kept covering him with a blanket and warming him with hot water.

Before reaching West Island, Sheng Yanhuo woke up slowly.

"Xiaohuo, are you awake?" Uncle Ming looked at Sheng Huohuo in surprise.

Sheng Yanhuo opened his eyes and saw Uncle Ming, and that was the first thing he said.

"Where's Qing Kuang?" The voice was weak.

"She's fine, don't worry." Uncle Ming lowered his head guiltyly, and helped Sheng Yanhuo tuck the blanket.

Sheng Yanhuo struggled to sit up and looked around.

"What about her?"

"At her friend's."

Sheng Yanhuo frowned, then looked at the old dragon in the driver's seat.

Ask directly: "Old Dragon, where is Qing Kuang?"

"I don't know, just ask Song Mo." The old dragon really didn't know...

As soon as he saw Sheng Yanhuo like this, he hurriedly took him on the plane and left.

I also forgot to say hello to Song Mo and the others.

After all, this is Ye Qingkuang's territory.

Everyone will protect her and take care of her.

But only Laolong was watching the fireworks.

So... He really wasn't worried about what would happen to Ye Qingkuang.

After all, after spending so much time together, he really felt that the group of people around Ye Qingkuang...

Either a genius, a genius, or a lunatic.

One is stronger than the other.

I searched all over Jincheng and couldn't find a single one that was so good.

It was only when the old dragon came to the island of death that he realized.

I am a frog in a well.

In the prosperous city of Jincheng, he is rampant and domineering.

Here comes the island of the dead...

Not even a single toe of others can compare.

At this time, Sheng Yanhuo felt even more disturbed after hearing the old dragon's answer.

But this is on the plane, where can he ask Song Mo?
The old dragon also seemed to know Sheng Yanhuo's worry, so he said directly: "Boss, we will arrive at the central island in half an hour. Song Mo's plane is right behind us, and you will know when the time comes."

"it is good."

Only then did Sheng Yanhuo feel relieved.

"You drink some hot water first." Uncle Ming quickly passed the hot water to Sheng Yanhuo.

Sheng Yanhuo picked up the hot water and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

I still couldn't help but think of Ye Qing's unconscious state before.

I don't know if she is awake now.

And what was the reason that caused her to burst out with that power suddenly.

I don't know whether her body can bear it or not.

By the way, Lanzhi grass.

Sheng Yanhuo took it out of his pocket.

The two Lanzhi grasses were still safe and sound in his pocket.

Only then did Sheng Yanhuo feel relieved.

If there is something wrong with Ye Qingkuang, if Lanzhicao can help Ye Qingkuang, he can save Ye Qingkuang with Lanzhicao without rushing to recover his memory.

After getting off the plane, Sheng Yanhuo rushed out regardless of his injuries, watching Song Mo's plane slowly descend.

He rushed over and asked Song Mo.

"Where's Qing Kuang?"

Song Mo glanced at him with a cold face.

He didn't speak, then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)