can not help

Qian Shucheng tried his best to straighten the steering wheel with both hands, trying to stabilize the out-of-control car, at least not to cause a car crash and not even give him a chance to fight back.As soon as he managed to stabilize the shape of the car, he saw Murong Ling open the window at some point out of the corner of his eye, leaning out with his whole upper body, and the bullet flew out just as the car stabilized.

'boom!boom! '

After only two shots, Murong Ling withdrew his body and sat still.Through the rearview mirror, Qian Shucheng saw that the car that had been chasing him had turned a sharp turn, and the windshield seemed to be shattered.

Qian Shucheng bit his lower lip, calmed down and said, "Brother?"

Murong Ling frowned, and instinctively told him that something was wrong with this place, and urged him, "Put the gas pedal to the bottom, hurry up, don't stop here."

When the voice falls, just listen to 'Bang!boom!boom! 'Three times.

The car behind seemed to realize something, and stopped attacking their tires, and all three shots hit the rear windshield.How could an ordinary family car stand up to this kind of tossing? All three shots were shot, and the rear windshield shattered.The two of them seemed to be living targets, completely exposed to each other's sight.

Murong Ling's eyes flashed, they could no longer walk on the main road.It was too late to explain to Qian Shucheng too much, and he directly raised his hand to hold the steering wheel and beat him to the right without any reason.The car rushed straight to the side fence without accident.

"elder brother!"

"Into the woods! Quick!"

The flimsy guardrail and the bumper of the car were destroyed under the huge impact, and the engine cover was seriously deformed, but at this moment, no one cared whether the car would have to go directly to the waste treatment plant in the future, and stepped on the gas pedal to the end.The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the sight ahead was getting worse and worse. For the first time, Qian Shucheng felt that his driving skills could be so good, and he could move freely in the woods. Could it be that the heavens couldn't bear to let him die young?Before I had time to rejoice, 'bang', I hit a tree, and the airbag popped out.Ignoring the discomfort caused by the back-and-forth impact, they hurriedly turned off the car lights. The two of them didn't say much. The light can't avoid the sound of "creaking" when stepping on the snow, leaving a series of life-threatening footprints wherever it passes.

Fortunately, they were already some distance away from the place just now, at least they wouldn't go into the trap directly, but they had to change direction after walking too far, but Qian Shucheng felt that he was about to exhaust all his energy with the distance of [-] meters.

Caught off guard, Murong Ling pulled Qian Shucheng down and hid behind a bush, his eyes as black as ink gleamed coldly like a wolf.

"Are you okay?" Murong Ling glanced at Qian Shucheng's pale face and cold sweat from the corner of his eyes, and asked with a worried tone, suppressing his throat.

Qian Shucheng wiped his forehead and said, "It's okay, how about you?"

Murong Ling patted Qian Shucheng to indicate that he was fine.

Qian Shucheng squatted behind Murong Ling, only the thin shoulders that protected him behind him remained in his eyes.Flying snowflakes fell on the man's shoulders and merged with the pure white sweater. Only then did Qian Shucheng realize that Murong Ling had left his coat in the car, so he ran out wearing a sweater and a scarf. The frozen red ears stood pitifully in the cold wind and were teased by the snowflakes, they floated up and then slid down the knife-like earlobes.The old man said that the bigger the earlobe, the better the luck. So, Murong Ling really didn't have any luck at all.

Qian Shucheng made a gesture to take off his coat, but Murong Ling turned around and held him down, pressing his red fingers on his lips that were slightly purple from the cold, and made a gesture of silence.Some loose sweater sleeves slid down a little with the raising of the hand, revealing the tightly wrapped gauze around the wrist.

How serious is the injury on your hand? Has it not healed after so long?And the killer at the banquet said that Murong Ling had disabled his right hand with his own hands. Why did he say that?How was it abolished?Why should it be abolished?

Murong Ling didn't care where Qian Shucheng's attention was at this time, and didn't care how much doubts Qian Shucheng had caused by revealing this piece of gauze, so he patted Qian Shucheng's head so naturally, and smiled at him He smiled, as if telling him not to worry, there was me.Then he turned around, breathing so lightly that it was almost inaudible, his eyes observed the movement around him through the gap between the bushes and the snow.

Heavy snow covered the hair of the two of them lightly, and covered Murong Ling's whole body. If it wasn't for the faint white air wafting out from time to time, Qian Shucheng would almost pounce on the person in front of him to see if the person in front of him had frozen to death.

Qian Shucheng rubbed forward and was about to speak when Murong Ling grabbed Qian Shucheng's hand. The cold touch made Qian Shucheng tremble all over. He suddenly looked up and saw Murong Ling's right hand tightly clenched. He held the gun in his left hand and placed it by his ear, staring at something without blinking.

Here comes!

No matter how inexperienced Qian Shucheng was, just looking at Murong Ling's reaction at this moment, he knew that those people had actually appeared.Several people?Just one carload of people or are there a lot of ambushes in these damn woods too?Qian Shucheng learned to slow down his breathing and tried his best to listen to the sounds from the outside world, but he couldn't hear anything except the rustling of snowflakes falling to the ground.

'boom! '

The sudden gunshots startled Qian Shucheng suddenly, the sound bounced back and forth between snowflakes and snowflakes, and the echo made him unable to discern the specific direction, only knowing that they were some distance away.He looked at Murong Ling, but found that Murong Ling was like a sculpture, still maintaining his original posture, staring at a certain direction without moving.

Then, he saw Murong Ling slowly put his left hand down, and the muzzle of the gun poked out through the gap in the bushes.

'boom! '

This gunshot was completely different from the previous one. It rang in Qian Shucheng's ears like a thunderbolt. He got used to the silence around him, and the sudden sound seemed to penetrate the eardrum and reach the brain nerves.He raised his hand to dig his ears, the tinnitus persisted for a few seconds before disappearing, then he moved as lightly as possible to find a gap beside Murong Ling to look out, but he still couldn't see anything.

Murong Ling didn't let go of Qian Shucheng's hand, and when he noticed his movement, he squeezed it comfortingly, signaling him to be calm and calm.Although most of the footprints of the two were covered by snow, they could still vaguely see the general appearance, which directly exposed their hiding place, and both of them knew that this place was not suitable for staying for a long time.

Murong Ling's voice was very low, almost a whisper, well hidden by the sound of snow.

"Wait a minute, I'll go out first, you look forward to walking along the bushes..."

'Bang bang bang! '

Murong Ling pressed Qian Shucheng on the ground to protect him in his arms, but his too thin body couldn't completely cover Qian Shucheng who had already grown into an adult, even taller and stronger than him .Qian Shucheng subconsciously hugged the person on his back, put on his numb wristband, but found that this person was a little thinner than he looked.

Murong Ling's breathing was slightly rapid and brushed against Qian Shucheng's neck, Qian Shucheng froze in place, not knowing what to do, the last time the two of them had such close contact was still on the bed.Before Qian Shucheng could recall anything, Murong Ling got up abruptly, pulled Qian Shucheng and ran away, the gunshots behind him were like firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, and the snow exploded at his feet from time to time.Murong Ling threw Qian Shucheng behind a transformer box, turned around and shot, and then followed. He didn't know he was hit, but he also slowed down the opponent's pace.

A few more shots hit the transformer box they used as a shelter and in the snow on both sides. In this snowy night, it was difficult to confirm the exact location of the target without night vision goggles.Qian Shucheng was still complaining about God's reluctance, why did he choose to snow on such a day, but now he is extremely thankful, if it wasn't for the heavy snow, the two of them would have been cold at this time.

The gun in Qian Shucheng's hand did not fire a single bullet from the beginning to the end. He thought that since he was not sure, he might as well keep the bullets for spare.When Murong Ling was packing up his things, he glanced at them, adding together less than 30 rounds of ammunition was their only reliance at the moment.Gunshots were heard all around, including enemies and Murong Ling. This was the first time Qian Shucheng faced such a battle. The strange thing was that although he was nervous, he didn't have the slightest fear. Since he can't help you today, don't worry about it. It's good to be a drag, and don't be a burden if you're already a waste, but it's the first time I saw Murong Ling's cold face and bloodthirsty eyes, and I was excited for no reason.

The smell of blood filled Qian Shucheng's nostrils. He leaned his back against the power distribution and looked up at the snow falling all over the sky. He didn't know if they would be completely buried in the snow in the end. , now I can only entrust my life to the person around me, whether it is life or death, Murong Ling told him before that the choice he made must bear the corresponding consequences, but it hurt Murong Ling .

Qian Shucheng suddenly saw it away. Whether he was alive or dead, there was still someone with him, but at least he finished what he had to say while he was alive. So he looked at the sky with somewhat dodgy eyes, but said in a very solemn tone : "Brother, I'm sorry about what happened that day."

Murong Ling was leaning on the side to refill the bullet, paused his originally nimble movements, and said, "Didn't I tell you I'm fine?"

Qian Shucheng didn't move, even if he looked at Murong Ling again, he didn't know how to look into Murong Ling's eyes to talk about this matter, so he could only keep calm on his face, and panicked in his heart and said: "What I'm talking about is Sincerely, it's not to please you or anything, I don't know why you insist on taking my brother's death on yourself, but no matter what, I should apologize to you."

Although apologies are useless.In the end, I still swallowed the half sentence, it was useless, I was still saying it, it was just my selfish want to make peace of mind.

Murong Ling sneered and said, "Is this the last words?"

Qian Shucheng was stunned, it was one thing to see death for himself, and another thing to say it from others, but he still nodded solemnly and said, "That's right."

Murong Ling rubbed Qian Shucheng's messy hair, and the snowflakes on his head fell off a lot.Qian Shucheng, who had been immersed in his own thoughts, realized that the sweet and greasy smell of blood in the air was not blown by the wind. The snowflakes in front of him floated down without changing any trajectory. How can there be a little wind?His head suddenly buzzed, his body seemed to be frozen and he couldn't move, only his ears could be used, so he heard Murong Ling continue.

"The last words are still early, I will not let you die."

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