The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 351: Ink depth, you give me out, come out soon.

The warmth of the season is trembling, and the heart is like a big empty piece. Looking at the car, both hands are vainly crawling on the ground, but they can’t climb, and the sharp pain in the abdomen stimulates her. The nerves.

"Depth of field..."

In the distance, a loud explosion of loud explosions, without guessing, also knows that the car that Su Xueyi took is a spontaneous combustion explosion, and the skylight and heavy black smoke will be covered with a fog.

Quiet suffocation on the highway for a moment, the taste of death slowly penetrates the warm skin of the season.

Her tight, turbulent nerves cooled down a little, but it was cold and biting.

The warmth of the season never felt that the sky was so dark.

Black Bentley stopped motionless, and the petrol that had spread to the bottom of the car picked up a small piece of fire. The season warmed and stared at the fire. He was so busy that he had to climb over and put out the fire, but he worked hard for a long time and only moved forward. A few centimeters.

"Mr. Ink!" The voice of Feng Ling followed. There were a lot of drivers who stopped the car behind the giant truck. She quickly pushed the crowd and ran in. She saw the warmth of the season on the ground with red eyes. Stepping over the past.

Feng Ling’s lower body is going to help the season warm, but the season is warm, but the eyes are always staring at the black Bentley. The mute said: “The people in the car...who...”

"I will help you up first." Feng Ling almost never cried, now seeing the hollow eyes like the warm season, and seeing the blood from her lower body, almost red eyes, and pushed her up. However, the warm season is not even standing, but the eyes have been watching the car.

"Tell me... who is in the car..."

Feng Ling bite the root of the tooth and did not speak.

The season warmed slowly and turned to look at the seal: "Is it the ink depth?"

Feng Ling grabbed her arm so that she would not fall. The hand that was on her arm was slightly trembling. She tried to calm her, but she could not suppress her emotions. She could only hang her eyes and whisper: "We and Mr. Mo have tracked your location, and chased after the whole journey. It has already fallen for half an hour, and finally caught up with the fastest speed possible, but just saw you suddenly being taken from the window. Launching half of the body, Mr. Mo’s car suddenly accelerated to the limit...”

In the warmth of the season, I suddenly squatted.

The people in the car are...Ink Jing Shen...

The moment the consciousness stayed here, the warmth of the season suddenly pushed the seal open, and turned and rushed toward the direction of the car.

Feng Ling didn't expect her to push her open, and she was caught off guard. When she was busy reaching out to help, the warm season had already reached the black Bentley side. She was busy going forward and almost fell to the ground. Pulling it warm, clutching her arm tightly: "Mrs. Me, don't do this..."

The warm eyes of the season only stared at Bentley, who was motionless in front of his eyes, and his voice seemed to be inaudible.

Nan Heng, who almost rushed into the crowd at the same time as Feng Ling, did not say much nonsense. He directly called A K and others to arrest the driver of the giant truck, while a group of people were preparing to rescue.

The drivers around me pointed at each other in this direction -

"Is the car in front exploded? How could it suddenly explode? Is it terrible?"

"This car has been hit so badly that Bentley's car is very strong and can be hit like this. It shows how big the impact force is... This is not the legendary highway murder..."

"This car has leaked oil, look at it, the oil is already on fire!"

"Can this car also explode..."

A group of people whispering into the ears of the warm season, she resisted tears, eyes staring at the broken window, violently to open the seal, but Ling Ling is still holding hard Her arms, and finally two hands to hug the season warm: "Mr. Mo, don't be impulsive!"

"let me go!"

"Mrs. Me!"

"Feng Ling, you let me go!" The season warm tears shouted: "Let go -"

"Now this car is likely to have a large area of ​​spontaneous combustion at any time! Mr. Mo is rushing over the road to keep your life here, regardless of his life, just to keep your life! No matter what Mr. Mo, if you still do not retreat, ink Didn't the husband sacrifice in vain?"

"What is sacrificing? How can it be sacrificed? He won't -" The season is mad and struggling in her arms. Finally, I struggled. I heard that Nan Heng was trying to lift the door panel, and the tears stopped. Unable to live, the whole person could not help but squat on the ground.

"Quiet warm..." Feng Ling couldn't help but call her name. She looked down and saw the warmth of the quarter trembled on her shoulders. She held her hand on her shoulder and tried to calm down and said, "You are all blood, you Get on the bus first, the season is warm, don't do this..."

Seeing the fire on the car under the car is getting bigger and bigger, the warm season wants to go forward to extinguish, Nan Heng suddenly lifted his eyes to see the direction of the season warm, Shen Sheng: "Feng Ling, immediately take the season warm!"

Taking the warm season is inevitable. With the command of Nanheng, Feng Ling forced the warming of the season from the ground, holding her shoulder and pulling her hand: "Go!"

The season did not speak, did not move, only staring at the black Bentley, watching the spread of more and more large blood pool along the door, only feel dizzy.

"Ink deep, you give me out, come out soon." The warm head of the season is empty, unconsciously going to the door, but was pressed and held down.

She looked at the car door that had changed shape: "Bentley's airbags are better than many cars. He won't have anything, right?"

The warmth of the season is talking to Fengling, and it is like talking to someone in the car, it seems to be talking to himself.

Feng Ling did not say anything.

No matter how good the car is, it just rushed directly at the limit speed. If it is an ordinary car under this speed, it is estimated that it will be smashed in a moment. The huge impact is not a normal person at all. Can bear it, not to mention Mr. Mo is just crossing the car in the past, the part that was hit is the side of the car, the defensive side of the side is not as strong as the front and rear body, the situation inside the car is obviously no more than the outside of the car Ok, it will only be worse than what they see.

In the moment when the warm season is almost crushed to death by the giant truck, Mr. Mo is taking his own life to change the life of the season.

Just now he suddenly drove the car to the limit, no one can expect this scene.

Even though Feng Ling was born and died for so many years, she has already been used to life and death, but in that scene, she is still unforgettable.

Feng Ling holds the warm hand of the season and pulls her body to take her away.

In fact, the warm season did not have much strength. The blush and stickyness of the lower body made her understand what she had lost at this moment.

Why is this happening?

Why did it suddenly become like this?

At the moment of being forced to turn around, the warm eyes of the seasons looked straight into the ground, and the ears could still hear the sound of gasoline dripping on the Bentley car, one drop, two drops...

(End of this chapter)