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"What's the situation, where is Yan Gui?"

Pulling Ding Jing's arm, Mo Shangyun's tone was a little cold.

Ding Jing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and pointed in the direction of the collapse, "He is over there!"

That's exactly where the building collapsed!

Ding Jing only felt that Tian Ling Gai was excited.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Shangyun let go of her and ran directly in the direction she pointed.

At the same time, Ding Jing and Yu Yitong quickly ran behind Mo Shangyun without even thinking about it.

A lot of people had gathered here before, leisurely avoiding the collapsed building after the aftershock, but people who happened to be in the direction of the collapse couldn't tell...

Seeing the three of them running directly towards a dangerous place, they were all a little shocked. When they opened their mouths to call them, they found that they had disappeared from sight.

As far as the eye can see, there is desolation.

Mo Shangyun stopped and scanned the ruins and their surroundings. Every time he glanced at a place, his heart felt cold.

"This way!"

Suddenly, I heard Ding Jing shout.

She stood behind a stone in front and waved to Mo Shangyun, exposing her upper body. There was no look of panic on her face, so Mo Shangyun's heart immediately returned to its original place.

The next moment, Ding Jing was seen bending down and lifting up the man who was lying on the ground half-dead.

Of course Yan Gui is still angry.

The moment he felt the aftershocks, he ran away, kicked a rock under his feet and tripped, falling forward two meters away. It was so dangerous that the nearest one rubbed his ears and screamed.

He fell down, and the splashed dust covered him. Even if he was just a little bit closer, he would have been crushed into a pulp to meet the King of Hell.

"Cough cough cough——"

Yan Gui, who was dizzy from the impact, was forcibly lifted up, coughed a few times, and then slowly regained consciousness.

He had a gray face and looked like someone who had been fished out of the mud. After seeing Ding Jing's face, he blinked and was stunned for a while, but then he saw Mo Shangyun following closely behind, and he immediately pushed Ding Jing away, happily

The ground rushed towards Mo Shangyun.

"Ah ah ah, Mo Mo——"

Yan Gui, who had been on the verge of death for a while, didn't suddenly react until he hugged Mo Shangyun and wiped the mud on her face on her shoulder.

The first time he pounced on Mo Mo, Mo Mo didn't hide!

He hugged Mo Mo for the first time and even rubbed dirt on her shoulder!

"Momo?"

Yan Gui called her tremblingly, slowly let go, and took half a step back.

He looked very guilty for having done something wrong.

However, Mo Shangjun just looked at him quietly, motionless, and after a while he said a few words, "It's okay."

Looking at Mo Shangyun in surprise, Yan Gui breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

However, as soon as the nerves relaxed, Yan Gui found that there was a heartbreaking pain in his knees. He grinned in pain, bent over and rolled up his trouser legs, and his knees were smashed against the rocks, and now they were smashed to pieces.

Vague.

When Ding Jing walked over, he sighed in his heart about how obsessed Yan Gui was with Mo Shangyun, and how he could endure such an injury and run towards Mo Shangyun.

It's simply life-threatening.



Yan Gui was gloriously wounded again.

Simply, it was a false alarm.

Mo Shangyun asked Yu Yitong to carry Yan Gui for treatment, and then consider whether Yan Gui should leave. Yan Gui looked unhappy. When he left, he looked back three times. In the end, Yu Yitong slapped him on the back of the head and forcibly took him away.

gone.

Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing went to check the rest of the situation nearby.

Fortunately, there were only injuries and bumps. The most serious one was just a leg being crushed, and no life was hurt.

At least it can make people feel a little relaxed.

However, Mo Shangyun's mood only lasted for a few seconds, because soon, Mo Shangyun got the latest news——

Huli died.

In the village just next door, because of the aftershock just now, he was hit during the disaster relief process and died on the spot.

The news was passed to Zhou Weichi by Hu Li's subordinates.

It spread quickly.

Mo Shangyun heard the news from others and was stunned for a while. Then he told Ding Jing and went to find Zhou Weichi.

After asking some people and searching around, Mo Shangyun finally found traces of Zhou Weichi on a remote hillside.

He faced the nearby village, which was also the direction Huli left.

The sky was gloomy and gray, and Zhou Weichi was standing next to a tree. He was not wearing a helmet, his head was exposed, his back was slightly hunched, and he did not have a rigorous military demeanor.

He is smoking.

Mo Shangjun did not see the cigarette in his hand, but she saw the white smoke rising. When the wind blew in her face, she smelled the faint smell of tobacco in the air.

After living and dying in the past few days, Mo Shangyun could no longer understand the mood he felt when he saw death for the first time, and his heart, no matter how fresh it was, would become numb little by little.

However, what creates such numbness is real death over and over again.

She thought she would be even more numb in the future.

Putting her left hand in her trouser pocket, she squeezed the longevity lock tightly and stared at Zhou Weichi's figure for a moment, then she walked over step by step.

When she walked to Zhou Weichi's side, Zhou Weichi took a puff of cigarette and glanced at her sideways.

Some surprises, some understanding.

Mo Shangyun is not good at comforting people, especially at times like this.

In the end, Zhou Weichi took the initiative and asked: "Have you heard?"

"Um."

Mo Shangjun nodded slightly.

"I have been arguing with him for more than ten years," Zhou Weichi said with a heavy and tired look on his face, his voice full of sadness, "During the selection of the special forces, we thought about sacrifice, how heroic and heroic we wanted to be.

A good man deserves to die on the battlefield. As a result, so many years have passed, and even the passion has been exhausted. Unexpectedly, he was left here."

Speaking of this, Zhou Weichi seemed to twitch his lips, almost mockingly and helplessly. (To be continued)


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