"Since they dared to make this call, they have already concluded that we dare not publicize this matter." Gongsun Ninghao sighed.
"Who is it? Who is it?" Gongsun Jiaming hit the wall with his fist, like an enraged hungry wolf, and said viciously: "Why on earth are they doing this? What on earth do they want to do?"
"I don't know what they want to do..." Gongsun Ninghao said in a hoarse voice: "At this point, we have no choice but to pray that as many people die in this fire as possible!"
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Gongsun Yaoshui just got up in the morning, so she put a tank of warm water in, poured some lavender essential oil into the pool, played some foreign music, and enjoyed the wonderful time. Now, the whole world belongs to her alone
! She took off her clothes and looked at her body in the mirror, but she felt a little regretful in her heart. She was not young, but she had never waited for the man who belonged to her.
Thinking too much again...
Gongsun Yaoshui shook her head slightly, then stepped into the bathtub, slowly squatted down, and soaked her whole body in it. When she was about to catch up on her sleep in the bathtub, she placed her mobile phone on the table.
The sudden sound was sharp and harsh, disrupting her clear dream. Feeling a little unhappy, she put on her bathrobe and walked over, grabbed her phone, and asked, "What's the matter?"
When the person on the phone told the story, she immediately became anxious and asked, "Where are Gongsun Ninghao and Gongsun Jiaming? Have you asked clearly if they did it?"
"No, they also felt that something was not quite right, so they told the uncle and the others about it early in the morning..."
"No? They didn't do it, so why didn't they tell their family earlier? What on earth did they want to do? The Gongsun family was almost killed by them, did you know?"
"What now?"
"I went to the family's old house once, hoping to explain it to him face to face..."
"Is it useful?"
"I hope swimming...you'd better hope no one gets hurt, otherwise...hum!"
After hanging up the phone, Gongsun Yaoshui frowned. After thinking for a while, but couldn't come up with any clues, he put on his clothes and walked out...
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Lan Youyou walked quickly to the door of the small courtyard. Long Ying at the door was sitting on a small bench washing clothes. Lan Youyou originally walked by her, and no one paid attention to anyone. But after passing by, she backed away again.
He came back, stood in front of Long Ying, and said: "I heard from Aotian that something happened to Zhao Qiang, and he may need the power of 'Breaking Dawn' now. So, I want to ask the Dragon King for instructions..."
Long Ying paused for a while while washing the clothes, then raised her head and said, "I know about this, but I thought he was lying to me."
"It's true. I heard Aotian say that he has rushed into the fire scene with his demon brother." Lan Youyou said seriously. Since joining "Breaking Dawn" with Aotian, Lan Youyou's temperament has gradually improved.
He calmed down and was more or less influenced by Xing Aotian.
"Is he an idiot?"
"You seem to know better than me."
"Then he is indeed an idiot."
"..."
"I'll go tell my adoptive father."
"Okay." Lan Youyou turned around and walked away.
After Lan Youyou left, Long Ying was stunned for a while, and then turned around and walked into the small courtyard. Long Shihao sat on a bamboo chair, closed his eyes and rested, drinking hot tea, very comfortable. Long Ying left directly
He came to Long Shihao and said: "Something happened to Zhao Qiang and we need to 'break the dawn'!"
"Who is it?" Long Shihao lay flat on the bamboo chair. Although his eyes were closed, when he said these words, he still felt murderous.
Long Ying just felt that her chest was stagnant, and she couldn't bear the atmosphere. She said coldly: "Still checking..."
"Give him whatever he wants!"
"I understand!" After saying that, Long Ying turned and left.
After the footsteps slowly walked away, Long Shihao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing. In Beijing, under his nose, no one could touch his apprentice!
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After a long period of anticipation and waiting, the Beijing fire truck finally arrived. The leader of the team was Wang Rongguo, the captain of the fire brigade. He strode to the crowd in front of the sea of fire and shouted: "Who is it?"
Is it the person in charge? Who is the person in charge here?”
Although the fire brigade has personnel on duty 24 hours a day, he was still shocked after receiving the alarm from the Gongsun family. He knew what the Gongsun family meant. Now that there was a fire here, even if he didn't close the door,
It's your own business, but if others really want to cause trouble, then you can only live with it and walk around in circles!
"I am!" Xiaoya saw that Haibo had no strength now. Even when he was giving instructions, he was weak to speak. Haibo was about the same age as Mr. Gongsun. How could he be in such a hurry? Xiaoya ran over.
In front of the belated firefighters, he shouted: "Go put out the fire, there are still people inside!"
"Where is there someone else?" Wang Rongguo's expression changed, and he was wondering who was inside. Now that the fire is so large, it would be harder than climbing to the sky to find someone!
"Here... this is the road. Walk along it. There are many people inside. Go and put out the fire!"
"Okay!" Wang Rongguo agreed, and then directed his subordinates to start putting out the fire.
"Please, please come back alive!" Xiaoya prayed with her hands clasped together.
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Front, back, left, right, east, west, north, south, in all directions, there are flames burning high. All roads have been blocked, and there is only a dead end waiting for Lang Yixin!
Lang Yixin is not afraid of death. If he were afraid of death, he would not be able to become a member of "Breaking Dawn". However, he does not want to die. If a person wants to die, what is the point of living?
He and Zhao Qiang came here together, so the road conditions were relatively familiar. He was walking in the direction he came from, but the direction he came from was already a sea of fire.
The coat Lang Yixin was wearing to protect himself from the fire had already been thrown away when he was pulling Zhao Qiang. The shirt on his body had been scorched and the fabric would fall off when touched. In order to avoid being ignited by the fire, he simply took it off.
He took off all the clothes on his body, revealing his fair and strong body. Then he glanced at his waist again. Fortunately, the holster on his waist was made of leather and was not easily damaged.
Lang Yixin took a few deep breaths, letting the hot air surge through his lungs, and then rushed into the sea of fire. The choking smoke, scorching flames, charred wooden piles, falling dead branches...
Each one of them is something that can take away a person's life.
He no longer knows how many times he has been hit by branches. Even if Lang doesn't look at it, he knows that a large piece of skin may have been burned off his back. This is very serious for a person with mysophobia.
What a torment! Fortunately, he was agile and could avoid some relatively large branches in time. There were only some scattered small branches, which were hard to guard against.
He didn't know how long it took, but he finally ran to the periphery. He could already see the panicked crowd, he could hear their shouts, and he even saw someone running in his direction... He knew,
He was finally saved. Once again, he ran out from the palm of death.
At this moment, his nerves suddenly tightened, and his natural reaction, which had been tempered for thousands of years, and his first instinct of escaping from death countless times, made him jump straight to the left as if it was a conditioned reflex. In fact, he
Before his body could turn around, it felt as if someone had kicked him hard.
"Click..."
His body crushed the coals, and then his body lay there motionless, as if dead...
"There is a sneak attack!" Xing Aotian shouted. He has always been on the outside. He has also walked countless times at the critical moment of life and death. He is already very familiar with these conspiracies. The fire is clear.
Someone deliberately lit it up. You can already tell from the car when you see Zhao Qiang gritting his teeth and calling to ask for an investigation into the matter.
Therefore, Xing Aotian did not rush in as impulsively as Lang Yixin, because he knew in his heart that there was also a need for help from the outside. What if someone fired a cold gun behind them after they rushed into the fire? What if they stumbled and ran away?
When they arrived at the outskirts, someone suddenly attacked them. What should they do? "That person was shot. Go and rescue that person quickly!" Xiaoya shouted loudly. As Gongsun Ziyu's assistant, she had no idea what to do about this kind of thing.
It is natural to know emergencies. Who told Gongsun Ziyu to encounter ambushes so often? She had already recognized that the man who just ran out of the sea of fire went in with Zhao Qiang. Therefore, he asked others to hurry up
Go and pull Lang Yixin out.
"Let your people guard this area and don't act rashly!" Xing Aotian warned, then turned around and ran in the direction he came from.
"Hey, why are you so cowardly? Fortunately, you are still Zhao Qiang's friend! I'm so angry..." Xiaoya saw that Xing Aotian turned around and ran away instead of saving people. Then, she jumped in anger.
Then he ordered the bodyguards: "Go and rescue him quickly!"
The bodyguards hesitated for a moment, and finally rushed in. However, when they just approached the fire scene, one of the bodyguards fell to the ground without any warning and became motionless.
"No, there are snipers!" The bodyguards all shouted, and the few bodyguards who didn't go up quickly pulled Xiaoya and Haibo, who was busy, into the corner...
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ps: Let’s leave one chapter for now and write it later.
Don't say that I have one chapter a day, in fact, it is two chapters, distributed at midnight. That is midnight on the 9th, not midnight on the 8th. It is just a little later. I feel guilty for being a little late. I really don't want to decorate my home.
Time, my house is on the fifth floor. I have moved 50 to 60 kilograms of stuff up and down the stairs several times... They are all in tatters...
Let’s not talk about it anymore. Besides, this chapter is too late. I went to bed. Halfway through writing, I fell asleep sitting on the sofa... An...