Below, Yunyan touched her body and remembered that because she was wearing a cheongsam and there was no communication signal here, she didn't even carry her mobile phone.
Now, I don't even have a lighting tool on my body.
"Boyu, what's wrong with you? Are you talking?" He sucked coldly when she touched him. What's going on?
"Yunyan, I have a cell phone in my left pocket. Take it out and take a picture and look at the environment." Dongfang Boyu's voice trembled slightly. Yunyan touched the cell phone in his pocket and looked at the surrounding environment. They seemed to have fallen into it.
In a ditch...
"What should we do, Dongfang Boyu, what should we do now?" She bit her lip in fear. She couldn't act as calm as him.
"Help me up." Dongfang Boyu gritted his teeth, twisted his feet, just holding her, just caring for her, and only focusing on protecting her, his chest was hit hard by a stone, and the most fatal thing was his current waist.
, hit a bullet.
Damn it, it was all his negligence, and he didn't expect someone to attack in the ancestral worship cave.
Yunyan helped him up, and he sniffed coldly again, "How are you?"
"It's nothing, my foot twisted." He didn't tell her. He was shot, but he knew that this matter would not be hidden for long.
Sure enough, when Yunyan held him and walked a few steps, he snorted coldly when he accidentally stroked his waist. She felt a sticky feeling in her hand.
The blood on her face faded away. She held him and stopped. She looked at his waist with the light of her cell phone. She pulled the buttons of his suit. There was also a black shirt inside, so she couldn't see what she was doing.
His lips shook slightly at him, "Did you scratch your waist?"
Reason was telling her that it was not a scratch, but she hoped it was just a scratch, because in such an environment, it would be too bad if he had other injuries.
He pulled the corner of his mouth, "No, it seems he was shot."
"I was shot?" As she thought, she seemed to hear a silent sound at the same time when she was hugged and left her original position, but she never thought it was a shot.
The sound.
In other words, among the people who worshipped ancestors, some of them took his life?
"Shh, don't be nervous, let's find an exit now." Dongfang Boyu endured the pain around her and looked at her, "Look at how much electricity the phone still has."
Yunyan only went to look at her phone. When she saw that there was only 30% of the battery left on it, she felt like she was being hit by five thunder.
"Thirty percent more," she said honestly.
She had never had such experience. She looked at Dongfang Boyu, "What should I do now? Do you bandage your wound first? Or do you turn your twisted foot right?"
"Which one do you know?" He accepted her advice seriously.
However, Yunyan can't do anything.
She took a deep breath desperately to calm herself down and face everything she is now.
Then she went to pull her cheongsam, but the needlework was so good that the possibility of breaking it out did not happen at this time.
Yunyan asked him to take his cell phone, "I must find a stone and smash my skirt into pieces, so that I can tear a strip of cloth, and your gunshot wound must be bandaged immediately."
By chance, she saw a stone not far away. Without thinking too much, she pulled down the zipper of the cheongsam. Thinking of something, she turned her head and looked at Dongfang Boyu, "Screen off the phone."
Below, Yunyan touched her body and remembered that because she was wearing a cheongsam and there was no communication signal here, she didn't even carry her mobile phone.
Now, I don't even have a lighting tool on my body.
"Boyu, what's wrong with you? Are you talking?" He sucked coldly when she touched him. What's going on?
"Yunyan, I have a cell phone in my left pocket. Take it out and take a picture and look at the environment." Dongfang Boyu's voice trembled slightly. Yunyan touched the cell phone in his pocket and looked at the surrounding environment. They seemed to have fallen into it.
In a ditch...
"What should we do, Dongfang Boyu, what should we do now?" She bit her lip in fear. She couldn't act as calm as him.
"Help me up." Dongfang Boyu gritted his teeth, twisted his feet, just holding her, just caring for her, and only focusing on protecting her, his chest was hit hard by a stone, and the most fatal thing was his current waist.
, hit a bullet.
Damn it, it was all his negligence, and he didn't expect someone to attack in the ancestral worship cave.
Yunyan helped him up, and he sniffed coldly again, "How are you?"
"It's nothing, my foot twisted." He didn't tell her. He was shot, but he knew that this matter would not be hidden for long.
Sure enough, when Yunyan held him and walked a few steps, he snorted coldly when he accidentally stroked his waist. She felt a sticky feeling in her hand.
The blood on her face faded away. She held him and stopped. She looked at his waist with the light of her cell phone. She pulled the buttons of his suit. There was also a black shirt inside, so she couldn't see what she was doing.
His lips shook slightly at him, "Did you scratch your waist?"
Reason was telling her that it was not a scratch, but she hoped it was just a scratch, because in such an environment, it would be too bad if he had other injuries.
He pulled the corner of his mouth, "No, it seems he was shot."
"I was shot?" As she thought, she seemed to hear a silent sound at the same time when she was hugged and left her original position, but she never thought it was a shot.
The sound.
In other words, among the people who worshipped ancestors, some of them took his life?
"Shh, don't be nervous, let's find an exit now." Dongfang Boyu endured the pain around her and looked at her, "Look at how much electricity the phone still has."
Yunyan only went to look at her phone. When she saw that there was only 30% of the battery left on it, she felt like she was being hit by five thunder.
"Thirty percent more," she said honestly.
She had never had such experience. She looked at Dongfang Boyu, "What should I do now? Do you bandage your wound first? Or do you turn your twisted foot right?"
"Which one do you know?" He accepted her advice seriously.
However, Yunyan can't do anything.
She took a deep breath desperately to calm herself down and face everything she is now.
Then she went to pull her cheongsam, but the needlework was so good that the possibility of breaking it out did not happen at this time.
Yunyan asked him to take his cell phone, "I must find a stone and smash my skirt into pieces, so that I can tear a strip of cloth, and your gunshot wound must be bandaged immediately."
By chance, she saw a stone not far away. Without thinking too much, she pulled down the zipper of the cheongsam. Thinking of something, she turned her head and looked at Dongfang Boyu, "Screen off the phone."