Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me: [442] Rescue

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"What's the matter?" After about sixteen minutes, someone's voice came, and An Chuxia was taken aback. He thought it was Viscount Nangong. Turning his head to see that it was a few students from Styland College, he let out a sigh of relief.

They were shocked when they saw Han Qilu collapsed in An Chuxia's arms and ran over to help. They disinfected Han Qilu's wound with the medicine box they carried, even though they knew it was useless at all. Then he took out water to Han Qilu to drink, but he couldn't swallow it at all.

An Chuxia was in a hurry, took the bottle of water and took a sip to Han Qilu's mouth to mouth.

"It's so romantic..." Some of the students couldn't help expressing such emotions. The girl who suddenly expressed emotion was knocked on the head by other students.

"You are a pig brain! This is saving people, not romantic!"

"But I feel very moved...what should I do, Master Qilu shouldn't be in any danger, right?"

"I don't know, why haven't the rescuers come yet? Why don't we launch another flare?" someone suggested.

Just when the flare gun was about to fire again in the early summer of An, there was a loud noise above my head. Looking up, it turned out to be three helicopters. The helicopters are marked with "Lingjia Special Police".

Only one of the three helicopters landed, because the open space here is not enough space for three helicopters. They were shocked when they saw Han Qilu fell in An Chuxia's arms. They gave Han Qilu a simple treatment of the place where he was shot and then gave him a cardiotonic oxygen. After a series of treatments, Han Qilu was finally carried onto the helicopter on a stretcher.

Two of the rescuers stayed, and they were responsible for sending them down the mountain in early summer. Although An Chuxia wanted to be by Han Qilu's side, this small helicopter could not hold more people, so the two rescuers had to lead down the mountain.

As she walked, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally her vision became blurred...

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"Young Master Jue, I'm sorry, I told Miss Diuan Chuxia." The expression on Tom's face is very strange, probably because he hasn't lied to him since he knew Viscount Nangong.

Viscount Nangong lay leisurely on the chaise longue that I did not know where he had moved from, with a cigar between his index and middle fingers gracefully. A puff of white smoke came out of his mouth, and his eyes never fell on Tom.

He didn't speak, and of course Tom didn't have the guts to speak, so the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

A thick red smoke rose from the sky in the distance, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was a flare fired by a flare gun. Tom guessed that it should be the flare gun fired by An Chuxia, he looked at Viscount Nangong with a guilty conscience, just as Viscount Nangong's sharp gaze also looked over.

The eyes of the two people met. Tom softened his feet and knelt down in front of Viscount Nangong: "I lied to you, Young Master."

"Tom, how long have you been with me?" Viscount Nangong didn't answer Tom, but just looked away and asked faintly.

Tom has a very bad premonition, but he bit the bullet and replied: "I don’t remember how long it’s been. It’s just that I’ve been following you since I’m sensible. Follow you to learn the languages ​​of various countries All kinds of weapons, learn to kill, learn how to protect you... Master, please punish me!"