Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

"What's the matter?" After about sixteen minutes, someone's voice came, and An Chuxia was startled, thinking it was from Viscount Nangong. Turning his head to see that it was some students from Styland College, he breathed 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 gave Han Qilu a mouthful to mouth to mouth.

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

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

"But I feel very touched...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 as An Chuxia was about to fire the flare gun again, there was a loud noise above his head. Looking up, it turned out to be three helicopters. The helicopter is marked with "Lingjia Special Police".

Only one of the three helicopters landed, because the open space here was not enough for the three helicopters to park. They were shocked when they saw Han Qilu collapsed 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 them 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 was strange, probably because he hadn'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 Tom certainly didn't have the guts to speak, so the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

A thick red smoke rose in the distant sky, 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, and it happened that Viscount Nangong's sharp gaze also came over.

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

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

Tom had a very bad premonition, but he still bit the bullet and replied: "I don't remember how long it has been, but it seems that I have been following you since I am sensible. Follow you to learn the languages ​​of various countries and learn to use various weapons. , Learn to kill, learn how to protect you... Young Master, please punish me!"